Author: Li Yunling
Before the National Day, I went back to my hometown with my friends. Fa Xiaojuanzi said: "Second sister, the Chajiaba you said in your prose has backfilled and built a new residential area. Now there is a water hole on the edge of the community, which is the remains of chajiaba, I will take you to see." Ben didn't want to go, afraid of disappointment. But he couldn't stand Juanzi's sincerity, and he was not embarrassed to stir up the interest of his companions. Coming out of the town government, passing the Yanjiao Cinema, turning left, passing through a back street alley, the slightly Emblem-style Xingjuyuan Community is presented in front of you. Inside, at the edge of the community, a few Metasequoia trees, a seven- or eight-meter-long, two- or three-meter-wide puddle appeared in front of you. A puddle of water is covered with turquoise duckweed, and the depth is unknown. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and a few reeds are crooked from side to side. Before coming, although I had already made psychological preparations, I still couldn't suppress my sadness. Grandma said that the chajia dam of pink and white water has long been lost. Between heaven and earth, there is no going back to the youth time. Because it had rained at night, the soil around the puddle was slippery, and Juanzi repeatedly told her not to get too close. But I was still reluctant and took a few steps forward. Suddenly, a red plant protruded a string of pink flower spikes in the closed grass, and the rhizomes were deeply rooted in the water and grew tenaciously.
Leaving the Xingyingyuan community, a group of people wandered on the old streets of the town. In each family yard, there are either wall-climbing tigers, chamomiles, or trumpet flowers on fences. Even by the banks of the Yang River near the old street, only dense reeds grow freely, messy reeds like old women's white hair fluttering in the wind, and there is no trace of red indigo. Is this the hometown where I once lived? Standing on the banks of the YanHe River, the autumn breeze is fluttering, the heavens and the earth are empty, and the hometown in my heart is so far away. Fortunately, a red indigo in Duchajiaba revived my memory from a distant time. Remind me that the land under my feet is the childhood hometown of my dreams.
In the fields of my childhood hometown, in autumn, in addition to the thorny wild moon season, wild chrysanthemums, goji berries, dandelions, various wild grasses, and red indigo. Red indigo, also called dog tail flower, mother called it wheat ear flower. In fact, our group of children didn't treat her very well. When the mood is good, the roots and branches are dragged in the hand, smelling, the branches and leaves are spicy and pungent, and after a bit of trampling, they are thrown into the ditch. Dog tail flowers also seem to be completely indifferent, not as delicate as other flowers and plants, as long as there is water, where there is soil, it can grow freely. At the beginning of the opening, small flowers as fine as rice are clustered into spikes, one after another, with low eyebrows, growing freely in the autumn wind.
This kind of flower can be seen everywhere in the Yan river, similar to wild grass, and no one grows it, let alone raises it as a flower. And it always sprouts in the spring, blossoms in the fall, and bears seeds. From summer to autumn, whether it is in the field or on the ground, the edge of the pond, the ditch, the field, whether passers-by care about their existence or not, they are always open and enthusiastic. If it is autumn, some flowers and grasses begin to fade and fade, but at this time, the red indigo flowers have the ferocious force to paint a colorful picture of autumn with their bare hands in the fields of their hometown.
Many years ago, two old books, the Rose Bible and the Selected Paintings of Chinese Dynasties, were collected at the Amber Hill Old Book Stall. In the "Selected Paintings of Chinese Dynasties", a Song Dynasty fan painting "Red Indigo Waterfowl Diagram" is really surprising. The ordinary "dog tail flower" in the small river of the hometown actually has an elegant name: red indigo. In the book, "Red Indigo Waterfowl Diagram", the background of the whole body is ochre colored, and the inscription in the painting is a poem cloud: "The west wind is red and fragrant, and the waterfowl is broken." In the shrimp clear beach, the ripples are slanting. "A red indigo at the water's edge, small flowers blooming. The water bird found the green shrimp in the wave, quietly flew down the branches of the red indigo, and pecked at the beak. The red indigo is bent by the weight and pedaling force of the waterbird, and the tip of the tip and leaf tip are immersed in the water. The green shrimp swims flexibly in the water, unaware of the dangers they face. This thrilling moment in nature was skillfully ingested by the painter of thin silk, as if it were happening right in front of the eyes, in the present. How not to make people feel shocked and fascinated. Looking at it again, the famous work of Emperor Wenqing of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Huizong of song, Zhao Yao, "Red Lotus and White Goose", outside the painting, the royal grace and grace came to the face. On the slope of the river, a plump white goose under the red indigo, lazily combing its feathers. The expression was intentionally or unintentionally given a personified meaning, probably the presentation of Emperor Wenqing's ideal of life. Qing Dynasty female painter Ma Quan's "Red Indigo Wild Chrysanthemum", two red indigo in the daisy, dragonfly accompanied and soothed, low eyebrows and smile, beautiful and beautiful. Like the woman to be married in the "Book of Poetry", she stands dignified and quiet on the sandbank full of indigo flowers, looking through the autumn water, waiting for the bridegroom who comes from afar to pick up her relatives. Mr. Qi Baishi Qi Lao's "Red Indigo Double Bird", "Red Indigo Shrimp", "Red Indigo Rare Bird", "Red Indigo Frog Figure", "Ink Leaf Red Indigo", but also painted the red indigo to the extreme. Everyone who is good at painting red indigo is really the only one...
Red indigo is also a very old plant. As early as the Book of Poetry. ZHENG Feng. The Mountain Has Fusu writes:
The mountains have Fusu and the Sui have Lotus. If you don't see the sons, you are mad.
There are qiao pines in the mountains, there are dragons in the shadows, and there are no sons and daughters, but cunning children.
"There is a dragon" The dragon is specifically referred to as the red dragon. This means:
There are lush fusu on the mountain, and there are delicate lotus flowers in the pond. I didn't see a beautiful man, but I met you, a frivolous person.
There are tall green pines on the mountain, and there are clusters of red indigo in the pond. I didn't see a good boy, but I met you cunning teenager.
Look, in the verses, the beautiful men who young girls miss are also set off by red flowers.
Throughout the ages, the shadow of the red indigo has not only been bright in the famous paintings of past generations, but also fragrant in ancient poems. Presumably, the word "red indigo" was also a very popular word at that time, and it was a unique scenery in the eyes of the ancient literati and scholars. "Autumn waves red water, sunset light green shore". In Bai Juyi's eyes, if there is no red indigo by the pond, the water surface in autumn will lose its radiance. "The old fisherman is still happy, and a few branches of red indigo are drunk in autumn." Lu You, who admired the famous flowers, grew old and felt that a few ordinary red indigo could also make him intoxicated. Su Dongpo has a poem: "Artemisia annua shoots try spring plates, and the taste of the world is Qinghuan." "The young leaves of the spring indigo are like bamboo shoots, which are beautiful game that makes people full of fragrance. In the dream of the Red Chamber, Jia Baoyu inscribed a plaque in the Grand View Garden with the inscription "Tingting HuaPu", which was changed to "Hua Li" by the eldest sister Yuan Chun. Tateshina indicates that the Grand View Garden is a species of red indigo as a landscape plant. The golden rice fields in Daoxiang Village, where Li Feng lived, are just like the seals of red indigo, printed on the golden rice bed of autumn, and the fuchun mountain residence map is also the spiritual externalization of the family's cultivation and heirloom ideals of rich and noble families like Jia Province.
Calligraphy and painting also nourish people. Since then, in the autumn wind, the red indigo in the vision is not only a wild grass on the edge of the rural ravine and field, but also a pearl immortal grass that has come all the way from ancient China, experienced ancient wind and rain, and cultivated all kinds of vicissitudes in the world. She is not Sister Lin who came to the human world to repay her brother's love for Ganlu with a lifetime of tears. Instead, as soon as he was born, he stood between heaven and earth and grew a red indigo spirit. She never needed anyone to take care of her, she just grew up on her own. Suddenly, when you notice it, it is already standing in front of your eyes. She was like a child who grew up in the countryside, she grew up in The Wild and had long learned to grow on her own in the vast fields.
In my memory, the biggest use of the red indigo on the river beach is to harvest it home in the summer, dry it and drive away mosquitoes and flies. It's just that its smell is too spicy, and the eyes can't stand the smoke of mosquitoes and flies for a long time. In my junior high school to learn to farm in Hefei Gedadian Village. On summer nights, when the village farmers and families sit in the yard to cool off, they directly light the dried dog tail grass to repel mosquitoes, and the rod crackles rhythmically when it burns, which is the sound made when the stems of the red indigo burn. Years later, whenever I lit a mosquito coil or plugged in a mosquito repellent lamp, I always remembered the slight crackling sound of the red indigo burning.
It is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, the Yue King's allusion to "lying down and tasting the guts" is not firewood and grass, but red indigo. "Lying salary" is "eye lying down to attack it with tateshina salary", and the accumulation of red indigo flowers is called tateshina salary. That is, when you are tired and sleepy, use the spicy of the red indigo flower to stimulate the eyes, and the tears will be sober after the tears flow down. In this way, he always reminded himself not to slacken off and not to forget the hatred of his homeland.
The elegance of literature and art and the customs of ordinary life, like two rushing rivers, magically intersect into one on the red indigo. The small river in my hometown, also because of the embellishment of red indigo, has always flowed poetically in the depths of memory ever since.
Just after the cold dew, he and a group of riders rode on the Nangang Rural Road in Hefei. White clouds, heaven and earth. The sea is desolate and the autumn wind is gusting. Suddenly, at the side of the winding country road, a feathered pheasant was startled by our group of cyclists and flew into the air. Where the pheasant flies, the red indigo flowers bloom and the reeds flutter in the wind. Can't help but stop and photograph the delicate figure of the red indigo. Looking to the left, the red indigo on the side of the pond is even more verdant. Pink glutinous red indigo flowers bloom all the way along the small river beach. Looking at it from a distance, it seems to be a piece of crimson cloud brocade blown by the autumn wind, ethereal and ethereal between heaven and earth, leisurely wandering. Up close, it is absolutely similar to the authentic reproduction of the Qing Dynasty female painter Ma Quan's "Red Lotus Wild Jutu".
Ride to the back of Xiaolingling Village, the back of the white-walled Dewa Cottage, on the south bank of the Cao Cao River. The autumn light, the golden yellow rice fields, and the windward red indigo flowers shine together. Yanyan red indigo either forms a circle along the rice paddies, or gathers in groups of three or five into a bush, discards the shyness of the past, and dances with the wind. The feminine and flowing posture ripples in the fine golden wind of autumn. In the fields, tourists are weaving and whispering. Young girls in Hantang skirts are busy with video and live broadcasts. It is as if the third movement of Mahler's "Song of the Earth" echoes over Xiaolingling, a Tang Dynasty grand image of "water indigo flowers red rice spikes yellow, autumn wind ten miles of rice flowers fragrance".
In the afternoon, a man rode back from Xiaoling South, and the sun sprinkled obliquely towards the fields and hills. An old man wearing a straw hat sat in a bush of red indigo and watched a flock of white geese graze on the grass intertwined with red indigo and weeds. The white goose is like a blooming white cloud, floating in the vast void. Can't help but jump out of the car, standing a little farther away from the goose flock, with mixed feelings, silently staring...
In the distance, the old man of the goose herd greeted warmly, and he could get closer to the goose flock to shoot. I was afraid of scaring away the goose, the old man said not to get in the way, there are plastic nets, can't run anywhere. And told me that he was a goose for his daughter, and that he was old enough to do this. In fact, when you are old, you have a good time, you can not think about anything, just sit in the hibiscus red flowers to watch the white goose grass, mu autumn wind warm sun.
I really don't want to ride away, so I am addicted and weak in the sunset, red indigo, and the great beauty of the wordless sunset. Desert autumn wind, let yourself cross to the ancient China in the Book of Poetry, back to the spiritual hometown...
In the morning, my friend sent a travelogue of "Yuncao Old Street". It is said that The ancient town of Yuncao in Hanshan County was founded in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and was called Tateshina Inu in ancient times, with a history of 1600 years. Yuncao is surrounded by the Yuxi River and Niutun River, entering the Yangtze River in the east and Chao Lake in the west, and water transport is very developed. Presumably, the ancient town of Yuncao in autumn must be full of flowers.
It turned out that the red indigo had not left us for a moment. In the vast rural fields, they sprout and grow every year, and the flowers bloom and fall, never stopping. Millennia of incarnation, the red indigo is particularly full of blooming. It is that we people who live in the city, at some point, far away from the homeland, flock to the city. The spiritual world has long been lost in the hustle and bustle of high-rise buildings and buildings piled up with reinforced concrete, and the dry ropes are barren but unknown.
Next time, when you return to your hometown, you must go with Juanzi to the fields on both sides of the Yan River and take a look. A cloud of crimson red indigo must have been there waiting for me. Reach out and whisper with the shoulder-to-shoulder plants, bushes of red indigo flowers.
Standing in the autumn morning light, the red indigo flower spikes are scattered with dewdrops that have not dried before they can be dried, crystal clear, and the jade dew is abundant. The autumn insects in the grass are still chirping, and the various notes are constantly intertwined, as if they are interrupted by footsteps, and the occasional mix of sounds has long been unable to tell which kind of autumn insects are chirping. Leaning down to meditate among the flowers, a light fragrance, with the slight autumn wind, floating above the field, circling and haunting.
As the sun sets, the red flowers that linger in the sunset are more gentle and idyllic, like slim women from ancient times. The slanting sun sprinkled the last of the afterglow, gently caressing the red indigo flowers, adding a wild pure beauty. Looking around the four fields, the winding River is gilded in gold by the afterglow. The desert autumn wind blows the reeds and weeds on the shore and rustles with the wind. Even after the autumn wind gusts, the sound of the reeds wafting in the reeds is a kind of comfort that sneaks into the eardrums. This should be the situation of autumn.
Fold a piece of reed pipe and sit idly on the bank of the Yan River. Recline in the sunset and make a reed whistle. Blow hard, attracting old fish in the river to peck the waves, wild ducks, water birds to drink in unison. The reed whistle is either melodious or graceful, like the sound of nature, drifting in the pond with the autumn wind. Through the reeds, through the fields and hills, through the red flowers, floating to the village, and the smoke of cooking and cooking into an ancient pastoral song.
At this moment, in the scenery of "autumn waves red water, sunset light on the shore of the green wu", feel the breath of autumn, red flowers drunk, autumn is also drunk. Holding a bouquet of red indigo in my heart, incense my heart, the fascinating red indigo qingqiu...
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