Dai Township Scenery
Li Wenhai (Hebei)
There are no winters, summers, springs and autumns, two seasons a year, rainy season and dry season. The dry season is the winter in the north, when the cold wind is cold, the moment when the 3949 ice walks, it is still verdant, and the purple and red are fragrant. It is said to be the dry season, which is compared with the rainy season, there is less rain, but the climate is pleasant, neither hot nor cold. When it's the coldest, put a jacket on top of the single coat, and it's completely fine.
Today, the blue sky and white clouds can be seen in the north, and those days of haze and suffering are quietly gone. However, the sky is very blue, and the clouds are exceptionally white, as if they have just been washed with water, so they are so cute. I sat on the bank of the Lancang River, looking up at the sky, and a wave of comfort hit my heart. The white clouds seem to be stationary, there are thin and thick, thin and thick, one by one, one by one, like hills, like streamers, like the territory of the countries engraved by God in the blue sky, and the forms are varied. The white clouds lingering on the mountain in the distance seem to be able to go up the mountain and pick a few. I have the impression that the clouds in our north are moving, coming and going suddenly, which is not the case here, at least not when I look at the clouds.
The wind is so soft, like a spring breeze but not a spring breeze, like an autumn breeze but not an autumn breeze, not damp or dry, as if there is nothing, anyway, it makes people feel very comfortable, this kind of wind seems to be able to blow away the troubles in your heart. There are no violent storms here, but often a light breeze blows, and the white clouds change their faces, and a drizzle falls. Sometimes the sky will be cloudy, and you can hear the sound of rain knocking on the window, but it will not be too long, at most more than half an hour, and you will feel the meaning of the rain stopping. At this time, in the dense clouds, a small blue sky will be revealed, very similar to the Tianchi on Changbai Mountain, the Tianchi is getting bigger and bigger, the dark clouds are dissipating, and the sky has returned to its ordinary appearance.
The mother river here is called the Lancang River, which originates in Tanggula in Qinghai, passes through Yunnan in Guizhou, and makes several bends in the valley, from here it flows to Laos and Thailand, and finally flows into the Pacific Ocean. After the Lancang River, it is no longer called the Lancang River, but the Mekong River. In addition to the Lancang River, there is also a quicksand river. It is said that this river is a tributary of the Lancang River, I don't know where to break up, left and right, with turbid waves, from west to east in this place and into the Lancang River from north to south, the Lancang River also has a mind, regardless of the past, without hesitation to embrace their little brother to flow into the distance.
There is abundant rainfall here, the land is fertile, and there is a story that an old wave (Dai Township old man called Lao Botao, old woman called Lao Batao) went down to work in the field, cut off a branch from the tree as a crutch, and threw the crutch on the edge of the field at the end of the work. A few days later, he went to work in the field again, and found that the crutch stuck in the field had taken root and pulled out the leaves. This may be an exaggeration. What I saw was that the "property" planted fusang on the edge of the grass in the courtyard, and all the branches were inserted, and they did not dig pits or water, and I thought they were perfunctory. But two months later, all of them were alive. Some are even more strange, on the half-foot-tall weak branches, a few leaves actually top a beautiful flower. I think that if Premier Zhou hadn't planted the mysterious fruit tree given to him by the President of Ghana in the botanical garden here, it would have already branched out and now it is thriving.
I feel that "grass and trees", "purple and red" and "beautiful scenery" seem to be tailor-made here, so apt and decent, and at the same time, the meaning of the words is full of vitality. I have loved trees all my life, I have seen a lot of trees, and I have written a lot of trees, such as willow, elm, locust, peach, pear, apricot, jujube, mulberry willow, fig, ginkgo tree. There are so many trees here that I can't name them. Dizzying, ecstatic. The tree here is the flower, and the flower is the tree. Fuso is the potted flower we put in our home, and here it is a big tree full of flowers. We hold the torch at night, and here it grows in the trees. Passing under a tall coconut tree, I was worried about what to do if so many coconuts fell from the tree and hit my head. There are 100 catties of bananas in a handful, and who can carry them when they are picked. Nature's creations are truly strange and colorful. There is a tree with long bean-like fruits hanging from it, like a sausage hanging from the branches. I asked a local what kind of tree it was, and he enthusiastically told me that it was called a constipation tree, and the fruit could be used in medicine. He pointed to a lilac-shaped tree next to it and said, "This is called the Mali dry tree, and the locals like this tree very much. I followed his example and plucked a leaf and chewed it in my mouth, bitter in my mouth. There is also a kind of tree, the flowers do not bloom on the branches, but grow on the trunk, and the red fruits are very eye-catching, as if there is a problem with the nerves, and the parts are in the wrong place. I asked curiously about one of the people standing next to me, who shook his head and was speechless, and seemed to be a northerner. One step at a time, one tree with one sigh, Meng Jiao's poem "The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day." "How can you see all the flowers here, this is not Chang'an, it is the plant kingdom!
Walking along the long river, like drilling into the green forest and flowers, appreciating, from time to time will smell a touch of flower fragrance, faintly come, leisurely away, the taste is pure and attractive. I was looking for, what kind of flower did it smell like? There were so many flowers in full bloom, red, white, yellow, and a few different colors, high, low, all kinds of leaves, all kinds of fragrances, but none of them were the flavor I was looking for. I was like a general inspecting his soldiers, sniffing this, smelling that, and it took a long time to realize that this beautiful smell actually came from a small osmanthus flower. It is not a small tree and is scattered along the banks of the river. In the blooming flowers, it is too inconspicuous to find it unless you look for it intentionally. That time in Beijing, I went to the South Jiuqing Room on the east side of the Summer Palace to visit the dozens of laurel trees planted there, and the osmanthus trees were fragrant, which was a rare enjoyment, maybe I missed the season, but I didn't smell the smell. This time I understood, the original osmanthus emitted the taste is so beautiful, I am in awe of the osmanthus tree, the flower is not contested, the wisps of dark fragrance come, it silently transmits its own value in this way.
Next to the ancient bridge, by the big river, the Dai tower flies up the mountain. The Dai people live in a dry column building, with heavy eaves and slopes, a long tile roof, a two-story building, the upper floor is inhabited, and the lower floor raises livestock. It used to be a bamboo and wooden building, but now it has also become a building made of concrete, steel and concrete. The real old-fashioned bamboo building is also like the old house in our hollow village in the north, and it is rarely inhabited anymore.
Dai Lou is close to the mountains and rivers, the plants in front of the building and behind the building are luxuriant, and halfway up the mountain, there is a dragon fruit that occupies almost half of the hillside is particularly eye-catching, and it looks like the cactus we raise. However, the tree is larger, the fruit is red and orderly, and the fruit has no neck vine and grows directly on the green palm. Looking from a high place, the red and green are distinct, like a red lantern in the green ocean, and it is another scenery.
This is a place where ethnic minorities live, and 12 ethnic groups such as Dai, Yi, and Brown live in harmony, and their clothes and decorations are colorful and colorful, which is a perfect match with the nature of flowers and branches. The people here love to sing and dance, and they are really hospitable, often accompanied by wisps of singing. Almost all business stores in the city have tea tables, and customers can drink tea first when they enter the door. They also drank very boldly, the wine is locally brewed rice wine, several people sit around a table, do not draw fists to guess the order, and from time to time all stand up, a strong lead singer "Togo one by one", everyone shouted in unison: "Water one by one, water by one, water by water, water!" The whole restaurant, often one after another, endless, has a different taste, I, a person who can't drink alcohol, is affected by this, and I can't help but shout a few voices and drink two glasses.
It is connected to Laos in the southeast and Myanmar in the southwest. It is said that Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Shu, opened up the territory and conquered Meng Shu seven times, but only went to Simao (now Pu'er City). Simao has to go over mountains and mountains to get here, walking hundreds of miles. People here have feelings for the Communist Party, saying that today's modern life is the blessing of the Communist Party of China. They especially have great respect for Premier Zhou, and the fact that the premier and they spent the Songkran Festival is almost a household name and still fresh in their memories.
It was the middle of April 1961, and it was the rainy season, and everything was at its most vibrant, especially the dense phoenix trees on both sides of the street, whose entire crown was full of red flowers, which looked like torches from a distance. In the early morning of that day, the streets of Jinghongcheng were full of buckets, and the clear water was the clear water of the Lancang River. Joyful people of all ethnic groups, dressed in festive costumes and holding water splashing utensils, poured into the cross streets from all directions. Speaking of this, the old wave in Manhona Ancient Village took a few puffs of hookah and said emotionally, "How many lifetimes have we seen such a big official here?" We have never heard of any dynasty or generation of prime ministers who have celebrated the Songkran Festival with us.
At about 11 o'clock that morning, Premier Zhou, accompanied by local leaders, wore a silver-gray Dai costume and a water-red turban, and came to the masses in high spirits. He held a silver bowl full of water in one hand and a cypress branch dipped in water in the other, and poured it on the people to bless them. The Dai people cheered and poured water on Premier Zhou, wishing him a long and healthy life......
Dear Prime Minister, you will always live in the hearts of people of all nationalities.
Congratulations, you guessed it right, this is the southwest border of the motherland, the beautiful Xishuangbanna.
January 24, 2024