Between the mountains and the water
Liu Yi
On the drive to every "out of the world", I have tried many times to stop the non-rotating steps that are entangled by the world's hearts, stopping at one temporary "station" after another. Behind us is the increasingly panicked city, the edge of the city, there are the mountains that we have longed for countless times, and there are the flowing waters that we can't bear to reach out and touch. The mountains are wufeng, gammer, pendulum, winding, continuous, majestic, with the height of father's love; water is the red water river flowing in the palm of our hands, and everywhere her graceful dance steps go, it can set off layers of flowing hills and wisps of light yarn, when it is the poem that the mother hides in the rings of the year to forget. When you stop, it is often not the time when the mind is "idle", and those places that pass by have rippled in the memory, and there is a subtle collision with the encounter on the way.
In the sparkling light of the Chishui River, I was always walking alone. In three steps and two steps, meditate on the beautiful things between the mountains and rivers.
Karst landforms form many volts in the Chishui River Basin, and the sinkhole is the most typical. Photo by Lee Dong-wook
Morning in Wangjiagou
When the sky was bright, a thin layer of rain fell, and several sparse layers of raindrops fell on the river surface, and were swept by the waves of water, and disappeared without a trace. Two long-tailed red-billed blue magpies flapped their wings and flew from a willow tree by the river to a five-life tree on the opposite bank, chattering and talking about love, waking the tree up.
The name Wusheng Tree was given to it by the people in the village. In fact, it is also a hemp willow tree. I don't know if it was sometime in a certain month of a certain year, when one or two birds and finches (or just a gust of wind) brought seeds from afar and left them on its torso. Come on, it is like a generous mother, accepting them, letting them take root and sprout in their own bodies, growing new life in their lives, forming the appearance of the symbiosis of the five trees, so the villagers call it the five trees.
Now, the palm, the loquat, and the two trees that could not be named, along with it, all opened their pine eyes, yawned, stretched out in the gentle wind, shook their green cloud-like hair, and began to look at the village and the flowing water in front of them.
Wangjiagou is the name of the Slippery Sand River in a village. The flowing water of Wangjiagou did not flow into the Chishui River, and she made a turn on the way and went to other places. Of course, after enough conversations between the flowing water and the time, she also ended up flowing into the Yangtze River like the Chishui River.
On the edge of the wet river, up the moss-covered stone steps, through bamboo forests and cement roads, the village stretches under the green mountains. Not far away are a few families, or brick and concrete bungalows, or pavilion villas, bamboo hedge courtyards in front of the door, balconies and flowers and plants, and then to the green mountains, facing the green water meandering. The road to the west, meandering to the town of Changba, and then to Pingshang, Yigu, there is a direct road to the county town; the river to the east, deep in the canyon, two columns of green mountains gradually converge, leaving a line of high and blue sky, and further down, is the Zhai Di River known as the "Little Three Gorges".
It is a green world, the fields and crops on the other side of the river are verdant and green; the sandy river at the bottom of the feet, all turquoise, flows like a jade belt in the canyon. On the banks of the river, the willows are in a graceful posture, and the long willow flowers are hanging from strings of emeralds. The breeze swayed, and the river was sprinkled with broken gold of the sun. The stones along the river have been washed by the flowing water for many years, shining like shells; above the canyon, between the cliffs, under the shade of the green, there are magical caves.
It heard the sound of creaking, and the campers on the river beach woke up.
After the road was built the previous year, the people who came to Wangjiagou to play were like the water of this sandy river, pushing wave after wave. Some of them came to barbecue, and the river beach was full of plates and dishes, noisy like cicadas on the willow trees; some came to swim, wearing beautiful clothes with bare legs and bare arms and bare backs, and their white legs reached into the river and dangled around, scaring the fish away; some carried heavy machines during the day, and there was a strange thing, flying over the canyon, and they called the guy a drone. They run around recording videos, taking pictures, opening tents on the river beach at night, camping, drinking, singing, painting, reciting poetry... They said that Wangjiagou was a paradise, and they wanted to write poems, songs, paintings, and videos for Wangjiagou to promote Wangjiagou. They came to it and searched for four other trees in its shade, guessing their origins, saying that it was a great tree. Some also looked up at the caves on the cliffs and asked the village elders for their names and stories. They did not know that for so many years it had stood in the river, day after day, year after year, and the life of every family in the village, what happened in those caves, was deeply embedded in its circle of slow-growing rings through wind and flowing water.
What is Xanadu? Are those people's poems well written and painted well? It does not understand, but it has stood in Wangjiagou for hundreds of years, and it knows the history of Wangjiagou, the legend of Wangjiagou, and the secrets of the Wangjiagou cave: more than 170 years ago, the Zhu family moved here to avoid bandits, becoming the first to settle in Wangjiagou, and later people with other surnames gradually moved in, gradually forming the nine major families that are mainly based on the Zhu surname today.
And those monkey play caves between the cliffs, Shenjia Cave, Scoop Cave, Zhangjia Cave, Hengjia Cave... It was once the cave dwelling place of the Zhu family, the Liu family, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom general Zhang Yuen and his subordinates. The chaotic world, bandits, and pursuing soldiers force people back to the ancient times, open their eyes wide and alert in the caves, and seek temporary peace in the midst of trepidation. Fortunately, in the end, their turbulent and displaced fate was finally placed by the era of peace, summoned by the gentle wind and waves of the Sand River, and soothed by the greenery of Wangjiagou.
Across the mountain, on the half slope behind the mountain are inhabited by villagers from the village of Heshang (monk village), Iwaguchi, and Elaga, who have been starving of water for many years. As long as you want, they pretend not to recognize who is Wangjiagou, who is from the village on the river, from the rock mouth, and from The Laga, allowing you to fill the flat jar, hunch over and carry the water of the Shuisha River home, and cook the family's old and young meals and time. Later, the flat tank was replaced by a water pipe, and the river water was introduced into the pipe like blood, climbed up the mountain, and injected into the pool of the drinking water project, and the villagers lived better and better.
It's just a tree. Is the paradise of a tree in a place with mountains and water, banishing clean streams and clouds, staying in quiet fields and cooking smoke, sprouting, long leaves, and flowers indisputably, while also spreading shade and coolness to others' taoyuan?
Thinking of it in this way, it suddenly became confused about this group of people who came to Wangjiagou one after another. It was afraid of the cans and beer bottles that some of them had thrown down, and even more afraid of their cars bursting into the hinterland of the Slippery River.
It shook its body a little uneasily, and the raindrops that had accumulated on the leaves fell in clusters.
It saw the Deng family woman on the river bank get up lightly.
It saw two men camping on the river beach come out of their tents, one fat and one thin, washing by the river.
The woman was thin, in her fifties, with two pigtails, always wearing an apron, and for most of the day, except for housework, she worked mostly in the crops by the river. From marrying to Wangjiagou, rarely going out. She felt more and more like the five-life tree along the ridge, her feet growing long roots and whiskers, deeply rooted in the sandy river.
The "Ten Thousand Books" of Zhenxiong Chishuiyuan Town, another kind of beauty left behind by the Chishui River along the way. Photo by Lee Dong-wook
She pushed open the back door and walked through the backyard toward the mouth of a cave where her chicken coop was. The backyard was followed by several caves, all of which had been transformed by her man, the smaller ones for chicken pens, the larger ones for pigsty, and the smaller ones for stacking farm tools and debris. She opened the coop door, and a flock of reed hens and a few roosters rolled out and ran toward a wide dam next to the cement house. The dam was fenced with bamboo hedges, and some fruit trees were planted inside, and under the trees was a special field for chickens. The townspeople who came to play in the sand river liked to buy her chickens the most, and they called these chickens chickens, saying that whether they were stewed or stewed, they tasted much better than feed chickens. Her man had erected several wooden shelves there, and several plastic bottles hung low on each shelf. The bottles were modified, the middle piece was dug up, and a rope was tied to the mouth of the bottle to hang the bottle, and the grain and drinking water for feeding the chickens were placed in these bottles.
She admired her man's mental skill the most. Just like these chicken-fed households, the most practical and convenient, the chickens put their heads into the bottle to peck, will not make the ground, the roosters, from time to time fly to the wooden shelf to stand, triumphantly sing a few sounds.
After feeding the chickens, it was time to make an early breakfast, and she had to prepare the lunch box that the man and son would take away. How can the food in the small restaurants in the city be safe and delicious? The bacon is pickled by itself, the eggs are under the chicken raised by the family, the radish cabbage, potatoes, melons, beans and beans are all planted in their own fields, and the fertilizer is applied.
Both the man and the eldest son worked as decorators in the city. Over the years, the city has built so many buildings, the wife and son have good craftsmanship, do the truth sincerely, have been working continuously, every day always out early and late home, she hurt them, said to the wife: "This work is so bitter, you are not young, rest and do it!" The wife always said: "Not bitter, not bitter, there is no work to do, I am afraid that there is no work to do!" ”
Of course, men can't stop, four generations in the same house, a big family. Although the in-laws and mothers-in-law are tough and hard-boned, after all, they are all people in their eighties and can't do anything; the eldest son became a family the year before, and the daughter-in-law dragged a milk baby, and could only help do some farm work in the field; the younger son went to college in Kunming, and the youngest girl went to high school in the city, and her grades were not bad.
Breakfast was noodles with egg and tomato soup. The little grandson was still asleep in the back room, everyone else was up, and the family took a bowl of noodles and sat on a small stool in the front yard, eating it. Golden fried eggs, red tomatoes, green onions, alkaline water with a wheat flavor, plus a spoonful of oil spicy seeds, very refreshing.
"Brother, do those people live on the river beach every day?" The girl's chin rose toward the river beach and asked. Two people on the river beach had finished washing at the water's edge, drinking milk and eating boiled eggs.
"Yeah, just live in a tent on the river beach." The brother said, "They are self-media, saying that they want to make our Wangjiagou a town tourism business card." ”
"I brushed up on their vibrato and saw that they had also brought our Zhenxiong singer to Wangjiagou and said that they wanted to write songs for Wangjiagou!"
"Are you talking about the singer named Fan Wrong?" The woman interjected cautiously, and the brother and sister were stunned and looked at each other. The younger sister laughed, and the brother stood up, looked at his mother and said, "Mom, people's name is Gu Feng, it is a song he used to sing called "Make Mistakes", not his name is Fan Mistake. ”
Mom smiled sarcastically and said, "I don't understand these things about you young people, those two people have come often lately, and they have bought a lot of dried sauerkraut with the old Liu family and our family, and yesterday they said that they wanted to buy our eggs." So I went to the chicken coop and searched and prepared them. ”
The man also got up from the small stool and said to the woman, "You fry a few more eggs, make some soup, and tell them to come to the house to eat noodles. He went back to urge his son: "Pack up and leave, finish this job today, go to Mission Hills tomorrow, his family has urged several times!" ”
The woman wiped her hands on the apron and said, "They won't come, I've called them several times and they won't come!" ”
The brother started the motorcycle parked in the yard, and the man took the bag containing the tools and sat in the back seat of the motorcycle. My brother banged on the gas and the motorcycle headed for town.
The girl also cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, sat in the small courtyard and memorized English words, and from time to time glanced at the river beach with her eyes, and when she glanced at it, she saw the fat man and the thin man coming to their own yard one after the other. The girl packed up her books and hid in the house.
Grandpa sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, and when he saw a guest coming, he smiled and got up to sit. The fat man gently pressed the shoulder of the grandfather to prevent the grandfather from getting up. Grandpa shouted into the house, saying that there were guests coming from the house. The woman hurried out of the backyard, met the two men, and said:
"Comrade, you're here, and I said I'll send you eggs in a moment!" The woman asked the girl in the house to take out the eggs.
"Auntie, let's just come and get it, and sit by." The fat man said to the woman, and then turned his head to ask Grandpa: "Are you old and old?" ”
"Good, good, good, this place is good, raising people very much!" Uncle replied with a smile.
"Grandpa, people are asking how old you are." The woman smiled, said loudly into the uncle's ear, turned her head again, and said to the fat man: "Comrade, he is eighty-six, his ears are very back, and he can't hear clearly when he whispers." "The people in the village call all the people who come down in the city comrades.
"What's your family name?" The fat man asked again.
"My family name is Deng."
"Are there many people with the surname Deng here?"
The younger sister came out of the back room, put the basket at the foot of the wall, and went straight to a slip of flowerspots on the edge of the wall, plucking the weeds in the flowerpot without a moment's hesitation, but her ears were on the tips, and she listened carefully to her mother's nagging about her family's experience of moving to Wangjiagou: "My father-in-law, that is, the doll, his old man's family is not Wangjiagou's, my old mother-in-law's family is Wangjiagou's." My old mother-in-law's family has no brothers and brothers, her old family is my grandmother is sick, no one to take care of, my husband and old mother-in-law came to serve her, served for a while, think this place is good, people are good, the whole family moved over, and then it has been in Wangjiagou. ”
The thin man was dizzy by the woman's father-in-law and mother-in-law for a while, and simply did not speak, but just took out the camera and clicked to take pictures of the fat man and grandfather, and took pictures of the golden grain skewers on the courtyard wall.
The daughter-in-law came out of the house with her grandson in her arms and asked the fat man: "Big brother, two days ago, I saw you carry the camera to climb the monkey play hole and climb the Zhangjia Cave, which is very dangerous and not fun, what are you going to shoot?" ”
"Shoot Wang Jiagou from above, it looks very good!" The fat man said, "Also, you moved from behind, and you don't necessarily know what happened in those holes!" ”
"Tragic things happened in the monkey cave." The skinny man put down the camera and began to tell the story.
“...... The old Zhu family thought that they lived in the monkey play cave, and they were in danger, and they could not open it when they were in a hurry, and the bandits could no longer take him. Unexpectedly, the bandits secretly dug a hole from a small cave next to them on a dark and windy night, leading to the monkey play cave, and drilled into it, and by the time the servants of the Zhu family heard the movement, it was too late. The bandits, armed with sharp knives and muskets, killed the servants. Old Zhu heard the abnormal noise, realized the danger, and put his 13-year-old son off the cliff. The bandits entered the cave and killed the old Zhu family, his son ran all the way, moved more than a hundred rescuers to Qi Xinlong's house, carried knives, guns and sticks, and rushed back, only to see that the bandits were counting their belongings in the cave and preparing to move away, so they blocked the entrance to the cave, killed this group of bandits, and threw the corpses down the mountain... Alas, it is true that people die for money and birds die for food. ”
The thin man spoke with his eyebrows fluttering, and the woman and daughter-in-law listened to it with a sigh and said, "I have heard the old people vaguely mention it before, but it is not clear. And later? ”
"Later." The fat man said, "Later, the Zhu family also lived in the Scoop Cave, which lasted for more than fifty years, and then they moved down the Wangjiagou." The fat man said.
Her sister was thrilled to hear, and she could not relate the tranquility of the Wangjiagou in front of her to the bloody rain. She opened her mouth, wanted to say something, and closed her mouth again.
"You come every day to make a film, what do you do?" Daughter-in-law asked.
"Let people know Wangjiagou, understand Wangjiagou, create a tourism business card of Zhenxiong, and do cultural tourism!" The fat man said: "You see, now more and more people come to play in the Liusha River, we just want to continue to publicize, let the rich people realize the tourism value of Wangjiagou, to invest in the development of the Liusha River, to develop Wangjiagou." It's like developing the Little Three Gorges! ”
"But the more you advertise, the more people come to play." I am worried that the ecological environment of Wangjiagou will be destroyed and the Lusha River will be polluted! The sister suddenly opened her mouth and said to the fat man: "After some people come, they don't care about the environment at all, they eat barbecue, and when they eat, they don't clean up, so they throw plastic bags and beer bottles on the river beach, a mess." If this continues, will Wangjiagou not become a big garbage dump? My mom and I often went to the river beach to help them pick up trash. Also, there are more people coming to play, everyone wants to repair houses, open shops, open restaurants by the river, how to deal with sewage? The sister sighed, an aggressive momentum. She had been brewing in her heart for half a day, thinking that she could speak reasonably and calmly, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was out of control.
"Twitter, twitter..." The two red-billed blue magpies in the trees cried out a few times, and flew to the opposite shore with their long tails, landing in the shade. The flowing water hit a whirlpool at the foot of the Wusheng Tree, and with a loud roar, it flowed away again.
The fat man and the thin man glanced at each other, and the thin man lowered his head. The fat man paused and said, "Sister, don't worry, we publicize Wangjiagou and The Sand River, not only to say how good their scenery is, but also to call on people to recognize its beauty and protect its beauty!" Do you know where the Sand River goes? ”
"I don't know!" My sister said in a nonchalant voice.
The fat man laughed loudly: "The Slippery Sand River is going to flow to the Yangtze River, which is a small water system in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River Basin." At present, the Law of the People's Republic of China on the Protection of the Yangtze River has come into force. You have to believe that it will not be long before the protection of the Yangtze River and the protection of every river will surely become the consensus of the people. ”
"Not long ago, a man in our town was sentenced for catching a few fish in the river! In addition, the development of tourism resources must now be protective development, the small coal kilns on both sides of the river must be banned, the small hydropower stations on the river must be demolished, and houses are not allowed to be built next to the river, in order to protect every river! The thin man interjected with a smile.
"You say that you protect the river and protect the river, so why do I always see you driving your car into the sand river and stirring up the river water, which is also protecting the sand river?" The sister pursed her lips, thought about it, and said as if she had made up her mind.
The fat man closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and did not speak.
"Sister, you don't know, we're going to shoot, these camera equipment is very heavy, we really can't do it."
"Don't say it." The fat man stood up, patted the thin man and said, "Let's go!" ”
The two men stood up and said goodbye to Grandpa, who couldn't hear what they were saying, and when he saw them making a gesture to leave, he only kept them one by one: "Comrade, sit down again, eat and then go!" The two men walked down the ridge. The woman stood in the courtyard and looked at her daughter and then at her daughter. The daughter-in-law said, "Grandma, eggs..."
The woman said, "They don't want this egg?" ”
The daughter looked at it, lifted the basket, chased down the edge, and shouted, "Wait a minute..."
The two men stopped, and the girl caught up with them and stuffed the basket into them. The man took out his mobile phone and asked the girl to pay for the WeChat two-dimensional code, the girl said: "I did not bring a mobile phone, no two-dimensional code, my mother said, these eggs do not want money, let me apologize to you, you have a good promotion of our Wangjiagou!" She blushed, turned and ran away.
The fat man and the thin man started the car in the river beach, and they had to climb another cave. This time, as they passed the Wusheng Tree in the water, the girl and the Wushengshu saw that their car was driving very slowly, cautiously, as if they were afraid of waking up the river.
The horseshoe print of Zhenggong Bridge tells the story of the prosperous generation of Sichuan-Yunnan trade. Photo by Lee Dong-wook
Xiaomi's many landscape secrets
A vein of green mountains rushed from Guizhou from west to east, divided into two columns, one extending to pingshang and the other exploring the dam. Breathing and growing between the two mountain valleys, Ebrow once looked up at the eagle flying above the top of the Gama Mountain for a long time. Mount Gamo is the highest peak in Zhenxiong, with an altitude of 2416 meters, and the representative peak of the county town, Wufeng Mountain, looks at each other affectionately, and is like a lover in a previous life. Mount Gammer is so high, standing on the top of the mountain, the nine clouds are all in the sleeve; Mount Gammer is so far away, standing on the top of the mountain, the shadow falls on Guizhou; the wind on Mount Gama is so wild, standing on the top of the mountain, the wind hunting, the wind-facing clothes fly into clouds in the sky; the grass on Mount Gama is so flexible, it is neatly combed by the mountain wind, and it has the same strong character as the ancients.
"Yigu", a place name derived from the pronunciation of the Yi language "Yiga", is full of water in life. In the Yi language, "Yi" refers to "water", "Ga" means "big cave", and "Yi Ga" refers to "water falling into the cave". Water comes from mountains, and water comes from mountains. Trickles of fine water, gathered deep in the folds of the mountains, or for the stream, or for the stream, or for the waterfall, or for the deep stream, they jump down the rock wall, through the cave, through the canyon, over the Pingchuan, left and right Na, zigzagging back, and then into the Chishui River, into the Wu River, and finally into the Yangtze River, gradually into a large instrument, becoming a small drop of water in Chinese culture of "the stars are hanging on the plains and the wilderness, and the moon is gushing and the river is flowing".
The caves in the mountains are places where water practices, and the water that is connected to the caves is clear and sparkling, but always covered with a mysterious layer of water light.
Rhino Pond has such a magical pool of water.
Rhino pond in millet more. Millet is mostly in the southeast of Egu, about half an hour's drive from Egu, and it is said that in the early years this place was planted with millet, and also planted mountain songs and love. But the villagers are not planting millet now, and they have made up a new one: "Millet is more, millet is more, millet is not more chestnut." Wheat cart is good, wheat cart is good, wheat is not good walnut is good. "Because the yield is not high and the economic benefits are not good, millet and buckwheat gradually give way, and the land is returned to the villagers, who grow cash crops such as chestnuts, walnuts and square bamboo, and also plant sheep and clouds into the sky."
The scenery of Rhino Pond is called "Snow Shadow Blue Lake" by the literati, and it is one of the eight scenic spots outside the town. The name is very poetic. I have not seen the scenery of the Snow Shadow Blue Lake, but I have seen the appearance of the "Cloud Shadow Blue Lake": the day is clear in early Summer and May, the cuckoo on the waterfront is like fire, the white clouds are projected in it, the lake is sparkling, the flowers are shaken, the shadow of the flowers is cloudy, clear, and clear. The lake is really blue, a kind of innocent first love blue, a distant dreamy blue. If a painter wants to bring out that kind of blue, I don't know how much affectionate innocence he wants to put in. As for the Snow Shadow Blue Lagoon, how ethereal will it be?
To say that Rhino Pond is a lake is actually not appropriate enough. More than 30 acres of water, compared with the vast eight-hundred-mile cave court and five-hundred-mile Dianchi Lake, are really too small and too small, too small to be negligible, naturally unable to carry the soup and soup texts such as "Dengyue Yang Lou" and "Daguanlou Changlian"; it is so remote, far from no high-ranking people to escape the world, far from the thick ink of social changes for thousands of years, as far as the mighty east wind of the imperial family is not heavy on the mountains, so it is impossible to carry the vicissitudes of history, honor and humiliation, I couldn't even meet a cultural official like Liu Gong and write a wonderful article like "The Record of Little Stone Pond" for it... It is just quietly hidden in the mountains, the world is like smoke, and when it comes here, it is thin, thin, and faded.
The mountain people are pragmatic and incapable of being elegant, they have their own ideas.
There is a time every year, even if there is no rain, the water will become turbid, and it will change for several days.
From a high place, this pool of water is like a cow lying between green mountains and green fields.
Well, let's call it "Rhino Pond"! Where the rhinos bathe. Both mundane and real, but also magical and beautiful, rhinoceros is a supernatural beast, naturally can not lack stories. Therefore, there are many beautiful legends about the origin of the rhino pond, some say that it is a pond that cattle ran into a well, some say that it was once a large pond, rhinos drank water at the water's edge, and a woman beat a flat shoulder and jumped into the pond to become a pool of water... Anyway, rhinos will always have a period of time to bathe in the pool, anyway, there will always be a period of time when the water will be muddy. The person who said it had a nose and an eye, that is, no one had ever seen this mysterious guy, and no one could figure out the real reason for the muddy water.
Closure, ignorance, and the expectation of the good in life are often the most prolific to legends. Regarding rhino pond, there is also a legend of the word: previously, no matter which family in the village needed to handle wedding and funeral affairs, they could go to the rhino pond to ask the gods in the water for "gold cups and silver bowls, tables and chairs and benches" and other objects, and then return to the lake after they were used up. Later, some family members packed these objects with dog meat, committed a great taboo, offended the gods, and then they could no longer ask for these things. It is not known when this legend began to circulate, but it illustrates several phenomena when it arose: first, the villagers lived in poverty and hardship, and there was insufficient materials; second, the villagers had a simple moral concept of borrowing and repaying; third, dogs were human friends or even family members, and could not be slaughtered and eaten.
The so-called legends are more based on natural phenomena. Rhino Pond has two magical phenomena: two clear springs in the green mountains by the pond are injected into the pond all year round, and the Rhino Pond does not have a ditch for the flowing water, but no matter how much rain it rains, how big the two springs are, the water level of the Rhino Pond will not rise; the water in the Rhino Pond does not fall leaves, and the leaves fall into the water and quickly disappear.
The corresponding statement with these two phenomena is: at a certain time in a certain year, when there was a great drought, a rhinoceros went around looking for water to drink, and finally smelled the water vapor of the underground dragon palace here, so it used its rhino horn to dig the ground under its feet, and finally dug through the land on the dragon palace, and the water came out to form this waterhole. The pond water follows the Dragon Palace, the water naturally does not come out, and the leaves will disappear inexplicably, because they all ran to the Dragon Palace.
I think, isn't Egu meaning "falling into a cave"? "Falling holes" are the main features of mature karst landforms, so is there also a sinkhole at the bottom of rhino ponds that swirl away these leaves?
I also heard that someone once poured several baskets of thorn red seeds into the pond in order to find the place where the pond water went, and finally found that the thorn red seeds flowed out of the nine water rivers of Hezhang Liuqu in Guizhou. In this way, it is possible to have a hole in the bottom of the pool. This is the wisdom that water teaches people – to accommodate, to precipitate, to flow, to be the essence of life and life.
The ancient town of Yi, which was held hostage by two mountains, was far away from the mountains and rivers. Located on the mountainside, Mimido Village is opposite the mountain, and the left and right sides are also mountains. On the other side of the mountain, the peaks are as green as daisy when the sky is clear, and when it rains, the clouds are misty and the shadows are enough. The mountains and rivers always give people too much reverie. What's over there in the mountain? Where does the water go? Once upon a time, this was a question that people in the village often thought about from afar. At that time, how much they wanted a road, a road to the world outside the mountain, let them interpret these problems clearly. They hope to get out of the barrier of this mountain, like the stream in this mountain, run into the rivers and seas, and merge into the torrent of the times.
However, the mountains are steep and quiet, and the water is far away. The reckless clouds and smoke trees were in front of them, and the wings bound by poverty could not fly in the blue sky. Thinking too much, thinking bitterly, finally there was a mountain eagle-like person who could not resist the desire, waiting until the wings were slightly more abundant, whistling a few times in the narrow sky of the village, flapping his wings, and plunging into the world outside the mountain, no matter how difficult it was, he did not want to fly back. Those who can't fly out continue to be isolated like islands, looking at the distant mountains, slowly following the changes outside the mountains and following the waves, but they are often ashamed and confused because they can't keep up with the rhythm of change. Since you can't fly out, then continue to sing love and life in a bitter life; since you can't keep up, then continue to dance your own loneliness in the silent time and space!
A bowl full of wine, the mountain song sings leisurely:
Don't sing or sing,
Sing and sing tears.
For a moment I remembered my sister's appearance,
Tears fell down both sides.
Full of a bowl of wine, "Ka Hongbei" danced vigorously, sacrificed to the gods, danced the black land, danced the red sun and fire, danced the yellow-skinned people and their lives in the mountains. Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps, horse bells, ancient songs desolate:
High in the blue sky, which one comes down first?
On the vast earth, which one was born first?
Lu Di is sad,
Come down from heaven and pluck the dwarf Ayu,
Born from a hole...
Situation is the times. It is not difficult to imagine how slow the development of the once millet villages was. While the forest of tall buildings outside grows like a forest, these people who live in ravines and slopes grow like weeds. In the era when buying a pack of cigarettes had to wait until the rush day and run the mountain road for half an hour, how lonely they should be. This group of people who climb and roll between the lofty mountains and mountains, they respect ancient precepts and legends, respect the original and simple beliefs and morals, the thickness and height of the mountain give them the simplicity of the mountain, the great shore of the mountain and the feelings of the mountain, and the dingdong spring between the mountains and the wilderness nourishes the liveliness of their water, the frankness of the water and the tolerance of the water. They ran in the mountains, singing and singing to each other with these lively and hot mountain songs, and their expressions were satisfactory. In their songs, the melody of the mountain breeze and the stream flowed; in their dance steps, they stepped on the rhythm of their animal husbandry and hunting.
They are simple and beautiful, but their lives are not beautiful. Because the good life should be ironed and rich, poverty is never beautiful, backwardness is never beautiful, and closure is never beautiful. But it is precisely those who have experienced these unpleasant things that will cherish the hard-won beauty of today even more. In the six years of poverty alleviation and the five years of the "Thirteenth Five-Year Plan", every inch of land in Zhenxiong is undergoing earth-shaking changes, every river is rushing forward with joy, every village is radiating new vitality with each passing day, and every child is flying their ideals and hopes in the beautiful campus...
In ancient Millet, this once beautiful and quiet village because of seclusion, because of secluded and poor and difficult days have become a forever past. Its village groups and households are connected to the road. The road was repaired to the doorstep of the family, and the travel conditions of the villagers were greatly improved. As for the villages, all the old dangerous houses were demolished and rebuilt, and the new rural market towns were built neatly and beautifully. Brick and concrete houses, white-walled courtyards, full of flowers and plants. Those villas, hidden in the lush greenery of the forest, are the dreams of those who work hard outside and make a fortune to return to the village and build a home for themselves when their leaves fall back to their roots. The huge changes in transportation and life have greatly improved the happiness index of the villagers, and their eyebrows are full of smiles when they speak, and now they are mountain eagles ready to spread their wings and fly.
From Xiaomiduo Village to Rhino Pond to Mount Gamo, there used to be many wild chestnuts. The spring breeze blows through Guanshan Mountain, and when the cherry blossoms, peach blossoms, and plum blossoms under the mountain gradually wither, the caterpillar-like chestnut flowers also hang on the green wax-coated leaves. The breeze blows everywhere, the leaves are rattling, and a special fragrance is permeated in the air, evoking the villagers' fruitful associations about autumn.
At this time, the roads built deep in the mountains are running cars to transport the treasures in the mountains; the campus not far away, the sound of books; the sheep on the mountains are quietly nibbling on the grass; the water of the rhino pond, sparkling and sparkling, is reflecting a more vast and high sky... I think, in another five years, ten years, twenty years... At that time, the mountain songs and "Ka Hongbei" will surely be integrated into a more beautiful melody; at that time, the "Snow Shadow Blue Lake" of Rhino Pond will be as clear as ever, dreamy as yesterday, and when people meet with nature, they will certainly be able to forget themselves in the world without worry in a period of happy and intoxicated time.
Source: Zhaotong News Network
Editor: Li Yuan