Is there a phrase in your memory that makes you linger and keep wandering in your ears?
He may have been just a passer-by, and you haven't intersected since then, but his voice is so magnetic.
I did, and I don't think I would have remembered this man years from now
He may forget his face, but he will twist in his voice.
(i)
That was 17 years ago, when the company I worked for organized a tour, around the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The location is in Chenzhou, Hunan, which is around Shenzhen, and it is also close by car. The first day is in the car, the morning departure and the evening arrival, the first thing to get off the car to eat, the dishes are rushed up and sold out, and no one cares about the image. After eating, go back to the hotel to lie down, take a shower and play games.
The next day to go to the "East River Lake" has the reputation of foggy small East River, the tour guide at six o'clock to urge to get up, saying that it is late to go can not see the beautiful scenery. Later, it was also confirmed that what he said was true, a few fishermen took a boat to cast nets for tourists to take pictures, I also hung a camera around my neck, regardless of the technology, I posed very well. It made my Bole lady clap her hands, and the more she said the more I got, the harder I became, until I opened it to see the effect and realized that it wasn't like that. However, the beautiful scenery will never be left in my hands, as soon as I arrive at the XiaodongJiang, in the early morning, the sunrise sunlight sprinkles down the river from the gap between the mountains and forests, and the fisherman's hands are waved to form a beautiful arc. White mist floats up from the edge of the water and grass, fish loom in the river, the river bank is a row of bamboo forests, above which are two majestic mountains, and the egrets take off in the air, like a fairyland. At noon, the fog dissipated, like a woman taking off her makeup, and the beauty she had just seen disappeared. After lunch in the afternoon, I went to Feitian Mountain, National Geopark, Danxia Landform Gathering Place. After the morning play, everyone was very reluctant to climb the barren mountain, but with a little color, the boss did not go behind. I have to be glad I'm here, or I'll be sorry. It looks like a barren mountain, but as soon as you walk in, you will feel a different kind of scenery. At that time, the two ends of the mountain had not yet been built, only simple guardrails, but it gave a sense of excitement. The mountains are connected to the mountains, and the more you go up, the more attractive they become, giving people an inexplicable temptation. Walking to the top looks like a chicken's foot below, with some waterlogged lakes in the middle. Reaching the summit is more flavorful after walking backwards, a sea of bamboo, bamboo forests inhabited by people, cooking smoke. You can walk into a house and eat authentic local food, with prices clearly marked outside the door. Coming down from the mountain through the sea of bamboo, there are rows of inns and national roads. After a day's trek, back to the hotel foot is not their own, and a friend went to the foot spa to soak a foot.
(ii)
The foot therapy city is very tall, and we are shocked in our hearts, relying on it, it will not suck up our hard-earned money. As soon as I entered the door came a beautiful woman, and after listening to the offer, my heart dropped. It is only half the price of Shenzhen foot massage, but the technology is not to say, and others call it the same as killing pigs according to us. After pressing the button, I walked around the small town, it was not until nine o'clock, there were few pedestrians on the street, and most of the houses were closed and turned off. And most of the people who can be seen are the elderly, children, and women. This is also the norm in some underdeveloped cities in China, and my hometown is much the same compared to here. The floors of the houses are not as tall as in Shenzhen, and some houses are starting to get old, like old photos. The only buildings that look a bit like this are government office buildings, or companies of some real estate developer. I went back to the hotel after walking around too much, which was strange to say, and I fell asleep as soon as I got to the end. Planning to return the next day, I took two buns and got on the bus, got in the car and went to sleep. When I woke up when I stopped halfway, the tour guide introduced that this is the famous scenic spot "Yangtian Lake Grassland", and our group was very excited, blindly looking for the prairie and looking for the lake. Only later did I learn that the small waterhole in front of me was the lake, and I was thirsty a lot, and the convex bag on the opposite side was the prairie. Everyone began to be dissatisfied, saying what kind of ghost is this? Disgusted, but the feet walked toward the bulge, and wind turbines were installed on the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain are the horses raised by the farmers themselves, there are about forty or fifty heads, and seven or eight families raise them together, mainly receiving tourists to ride. Price a price of 60 a ride on the prairie one back and forth, with the owner to lead. Everyone wants to ride, although afraid, still want to try. Smart people in the city like to bargain and are good at bargaining. A price shouted a group price of 30, the horse owner was half dead, and the back was not ridden. These farmers are all local ethnic minorities and have never seen such a powerful tourist. After walking around, taking pictures, playing games, brains, after ravaging the grass we went back to the farmer's house for lunch. Only to see the farmer's wife come out to our boss with a red face and say, "Boss, if you are willing to ride a horse, 30 will be given to you, don't cut the price, we really have no one here, almost a month has not opened." "I vaguely saw her forced smile, giving people an inexplicable helplessness and helplessness, yes, if we finish eating and leave, 30 yuan will be gone." The boss shouted that the colleagues of the hundred elements and ninety people all rushed up, and only a small number of girls did not dare to try, staying in the farmers and waiting. Although I rode it when I was a child, it was more than ten years ago, and I don't know if it was the horse led by my grandfather or the horse led by my father. Now leading my horse was a man in his forties and fifties, wearing a dark blue cloth coat with a lot of mud. I was a little nervous, and he calmed down under the horse. After a frightened round of skating, they did not come back, and I sat on the field next to the yard, looking at the windmills in front of me, the grassland, the lake, or the other cave. At this time, a little girl about a meter tall carried a red bucket that was only half her height, filled with water, and sprinkled all the way, which was very difficult to lift. I held out my hand, and she dodged it, not asking me to help.
"What are you doing with water, little friend?"
"Feed the horses, the horses have to drink water to make a lot of money"
I skimmed my lips, even such a small child could not escape the temptation of money, but my face was cracked by myself
"What are you going to do when you make a lot of money?"
"I'm going to treat My Grandma, I'm going to have Mom and Dad back, I'm going to the other side of the mountain."
I was shocked, on the other side of the mountain, I remember reading a poem "The Other Side of the Mountain" when I was a child, the other side of the mountain is the sea, so what is the sea of this little girl?
"Where's the other side of the mountain?"
"It's my grandmother's house over there, where my brothers and sisters are, there are schools there, and my grandfather said that I can have a new school bag next year, and I can go to school." She said this with a calm look in her eyes and a smile. The water was then poured into the sink without error, and the horses that snatched the water were driven with skill. Later, I learned that she was five years old, had not been to kindergarten for a day, and when other children held mobile phones to spoil, she could only carry a bucket of water to feed the horses. At that moment, I was ashamed of what I had done, in my subconscious, the scenic spots were pit people, and it was inevitable to hurt the innocent, and it turned out that it was her grandfather who led me to lead the horse. I still don't know the name of the little girl, only that she wants to go to the other side of the mountain. Yes, once upon a time I was like her dream, wanting to go to the world outside the mountains, wanting to see the beautiful sea.
(iii)
The tour guide in the back urged me to get on the bus, I wanted to take a picture of her, the little girl was shy and did not let go. I only caught a picture of her back, in which she was wearing a large yellow T-shirt, a pair of slippers, loose pants, and fluffy hair, looking like she hadn't been washed for a long time, her hair was shiny with oil, her face was like a night cat, and only her eyes were clear and bright. That photo is still in my mobile phone, and every time I look at it, it sets off an inner wave that people can't forget for a long time.
This is the photo taken at the time, the protagonist of the story, the little girl who fed the horse!
I think the unknown little girl should be outside the mountain now, and now she should be carrying the small school bag that her grandfather led the horse to happily enter the classroom, I think so. But I'm ashamed, I'm only half paid, I'm ashamed, I see myself in your eyes, you taught me something unknown. I am also a child of the mountains, the son of a farmer, with my face facing the yellow land, guarding an acre and a third of the land. I used to crave the ocean as much as you did, for the sound of the waves, for the metropolises on TV. The mountains trapped our dreams, no complaints, no self-abandonment. But I saw the sea, the sea that I had dreamed of, and when I returned to the mountain again, I was in a trance, I forgot my identity, it was your kindness that awakened me, and the kind voice kept echoing in my ears for a long time: "I am going to the other side of the mountain."
After returning to Shenzhen, I sent a circle of friends, the travel was not photographed, and you gave me inspiration and feelings. An old school friend found me, a big beauty with big double eyelids, laughing two handsome little dimples. After her description, I learned that she was Chenzhou, and I suddenly became happy, yes, only if there is a dream, the mountain is the sea. Although there are some things that can't be filled with a bowl of chicken soup, then it can't be used for two nights, for me, I can only say some chicken soup to supplement your small body. My distant big brother Is cleaner than his face, really can't help you anything, if you can see you next time you go to Chenzhou, in that big grassland, that horse farm, that small pond lake, I must give you a fear of a no photo, people with dreams are very beautiful, not to mention that you use actions to achieve your dreams, beautiful mess. If you don't want to, I won't give you lollipops to eat, and I'll shoot while eating.
I am writing this article in an unknown rental house in Shenzhen, I believe you will not mix into my step of the field, unfortunately mixed to do not be discouraged, what you want only you know. Some things lose their meaning by the standards of the world, and I hope you can go to the mountain and firmly believe that you can see the sea. I hope that after seeing the ocean, you will not forget your original intentions, and make up for the confusion of the world, because you are really beautiful when you laugh. I think along the way, I listened to too many strangers, I couldn't remember it and passed away with the wind, only this little girl lingered. I had to say the right thing, but she let me see myself, to see those determined eyes. I think that if there is a fate, we will meet each other, and if it is a shallow fate, I can only wish.
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