Revisit Rudder Island
Text/Liu Yibo
This was the homeland where I worked and lived for 20 years. In the summer of 1996, I met Dongting because of a job transfer and came to Rudder Island. Since then, he has formed a lifelong love affair with this lake and blue waves, and has been accompanied by it for a lifetime of honor and disgrace. This time, the members of The South County of the Yiyang Internet Writers Association revisited, and they have been separated for more than 7 years.
In the autumn of the fourth year of Tang Changqing, the poet Liu Yuxi went to Renhe prefecture to assassinate the history, and when passing through Dongting Lake, he left a beautiful article "Wangdongting": The lake light and autumn moon are two phases and the lake surface is unpolished without goggles. Looking at the landscape of dongting in the distance, a green snail in the silver plate. The "green snail" in the poem is the beautiful Junshan Mountain floating in the moonlight of the lake.
However, on the side of this bamboo tear shadow, west of the beautiful Junshan Mountain, sixty miles away, there is a little-known scenic spot, that is, the rudder pole island hand-picked by the Qianlong Emperor's imperial pen.
According to legend, the name of rudder pole continent was given by the Qianlong Emperor himself. In that year, Qianlong Ye led a group of ministers of culture and military affairs to investigate the operation of the southwest water in Dongting, and when the ship reached the center of the river, the fierce wind suddenly emerged, the rainstorm suddenly came, the sun and stars were hidden, and the mountains were submerged, and then the big ship lost control and went with the waves. The boat to the rudder island was calm and the wind and waves were calm, and the rain stopped and the clouds opened. When Qianlong saw the situation, he thought that Liu Yi, the king of the dongting, had appeared, so he ordered silver to be used to build the temple and stone platform, one to thank the gods, and the other to use the boat to shelter from the wind. Because the lake island where it is located is shaped like a rudder pole, the emperor is called the rudder pole island, and the people know that the wind island is hidden.
In fact, because the rudder pole is made of silt and silt at the mouth of the four mouths of the Jingjiang River, it is naturally much higher than the surrounding area, so the ship runs aground and stops, not divine help.
Although it is a legend, the Qianlong Emperor's construction of the rudder pole continent is also historically verifiable. Ten years after Qianlong, Jiang Pu, the inspector of Hunan who returned to Beijing as the right attendant of the official department, returned to Beijing and returned after inspecting the order: I saw the stone embankment stretching and the temple look majestic.
Today, I revisited the old place, eager to see a new look, so I did not stop in other places, and went straight to the dock where the ship was moored.
After the special ecological rectification of Dongting Lake, only a red-lacquered iron milling pan boat for inspection was left in this area of water, and the small fishing boats that used to be moored like horizontal and vertical and canine teeth were missing. Although there is no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, there is no longer an eye-catching thing in the endless blue sky and blue water. Standing on the lake embankment, the hand set up a pergola overlooking, but see the sky above and below, a million acres, the waves are not alarmed, the birds fly, the floating light jumps gold, and the reeds are green. Broad and beautiful, deep and more inclusive, always blooming with the courage of Xiaoxiang and the spirit of Hunan.
Still sailing from Chaotiankou, Shunshagang City Weizi, Wuzui Weizi, Mingshan Weizi, Huage Weizi, until the Second Dam of Yuhu Lake. These place names are the epitome and continuation of the fiery scene of the lake and the snails.
To the right of the boat is the raised back of the rudder island, and the dense reeds are like a boundless ribbon of silk, slowly spreading out into the distance. A bush, a cluster, sifting the wind and making the moon, dashing, as if it were a beautiful pattern printed on the satin. The swaying figure and the reflection in the water are connected in a line, blending into one, just like a chinese painting master's ink-dyed poetry!
The master who drove the boat lifted the throttle up hard, and the boat under his feet was like a horse being whipped hard, and his head was lifted and he jumped forward at a rapid speed. Stirred up white waves, dragging out a long cocked fish tail behind the boat. The reeds on both sides were cut down by a sickle, and clusters swept backwards along the side of the ship.
Because the water and the sky are very close, the microwave waves that rise in the distance seem to hit the clouds directly. Instantly, the lake and sky trembled together. The blue sky, white clouds, and reeds seem to be dancing on the lake, like a dream, a fairy tale world.
Passing through a willow forest, more than two hundred meters apart, a flock of wild ducks startled, fluttering out of the reeds under the trees, one after another, flying in line to the distance, and disappeared in a moment at the junction of water and sky, disappearing without a trace.
The lake water is very clear, close to the turquoise, far away to see the blue, as if the Danqing master's sheep has been colored. Not far away, there are sometimes green and white silver carp jumping from the water, splashing water is several feet high, and the wind blows directly to the face, cool and silky, but also very comfortable. I said, why doesn't this fish jump into the cabin, delicious! The manager of the same company laughed and said that jumping into the cabin was not blessed, and could only be released. Then don't jump in, lest you get into trouble with the worm in my belly.
At this time, I can't help but think of what it was like here. That year, I had just moved to Rudder Island, and there was a small paper mill on the edge of the embankment called Sha Di Turn, and the production wastewater was discharged directly into the lake through the pipes under the embankment. It makes the lake nearby red, and the distant lake is black and purple. When the boat traveled on the lake, a foul smell went straight to the nostrils, which made people dizzy, the bottom of the stomach rolled over, and they wanted to vomit and spit out, which was extremely uncomfortable. I was transferred out that year, and although the paper mill was closed, the water quality improved. However, the surface of the lake is still more than a foot high, and the lake is full of thin and dense ecstasy, which can be seen everywhere, like a net of heaven and earth. Not to mention that the waterway is blocked, the boat has no way, and the passing boat owners are constantly in dispute with the fishermen because of the damage to the travel association (the net used by the Ecstasy Array to block the fishing road), even if the caviar and the birds and finches are doomed. Where is the pleasant beauty of this fish jumping cabin and birds flying in the sky today.
What was even more surprising was that on the way back, I encountered an extremely rare scene, mo said that it was the first time in my life that I had met it, even if the people who lived here had never seen it. When the ship was about to reach the shore, a startling sight suddenly appeared in front of the eyes. A green-headed female wild duck with twelve or three small wild ducks leisurely swims on the surface of the lake, less than ten meters offshore. If this scene had been placed before, it would have been thought that whose duck had actually run to Dongting Lake to play? Not afraid of being caught and drinking? But the living creature in front of you is a wild duck, which is true. I, a biology graduate, can't even distinguish between domestic ducks and wild ducks.
What is even more amazing is that when they see the ships approaching, they are not shocked or scattered, and the queue is still not chaotic, leisurely wandering. Red palm clear waves, not in a hurry. Ignored the uninvited guests who approached. As if they were the masters here, there is no reason in the world that the masters are afraid of their guests. Without explanation from others, I naturally know that the ecology here is indeed fully protected. At least for a few years, the wild ducks will have the courage to run to the lake to play. Otherwise, don't be killed?!
The next words of the peer managers proved my speculation. They said that usually there are no idle people who dare to come to this water to make trouble. There are six high-definition cameras in the jurisdiction to monitor the area of more than 20,000 acres in an all-round way. If there are really outsiders entering here, even if they don't leave the house, as long as you enlarge the image on the monitoring computer screen, you have a few eyebrows and beards, we can count them all. (The picture in this article is provided by the author)
Liu Yibo, male, senior political engineer. He is a student of Lu Xunwen Academy, the first national network writer of the China Writers Association, a member of the Hunan Provincial Network Writers Association, the vice chairman of the Yiyang Network Writers Association, a member of the Yiyang Writers Association, an outstanding writer of the "On hunan" column of the Hunan Provincial Red Network, and a contracted writer of the Young Writers Network. His works have appeared in Mainstream Media such as China Writers, Central People's Radio, Chinese and Foreign Digests, China Finance, Selected Essays, Comprehensive Agricultural Development of China, Hunan Daily, Xi'an Daily, China Finance WeChat Platform, China Writers Network, ministry of finance network, etc.
He has won the "Looking Back on the 40 Years of Reform and Opening Up" Essay Contest of China Finance, the Outstanding Essay Award of the "14th Five-Year Plan" of the Ministry of Finance of the People's Republic of China, the First Prize of the Hunan Provincial Finance "Hunan Financial Style Online Display" Contest of the Finance of Hunan Province, the title of "Moving Micro-Biography" of the 70th Anniversary of the Chinese Biographical Literature Society, the title of "Moving Micro-Biography" of the Essay Contest of the 70th Anniversary of the Chinese Biographical Literature Society, the first prize of the "China Young Writers Cup" Essay Essay In 2020, and the "My Motherland and Me" for the 70th Anniversary of the Founding of New China in Yiyang City The second prize of the essay is awarded at the national, provincial, municipal and county levels.