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The realism and lyricism of Joe River Village
Du Fugui
Qiaohe Village in Yuchi Township, Liangdang County, is only eight kilometers away from the county seat, Yuchi QiaoHe, so the name of the township village that has something to do with the water, must not be on the mountain, and sure enough, along the way are paved straight roads, the mountains and rivers are vast, which is the great weather that Liangdang is proud of. The mountain outside the car window is like a scroll axis open, green mountains, different postures, as far as the eye can see are uncomfortable, thinking, the village to go to, about the peach orchard secret place.
Jewel-like embedded in the village of the shallow hilly area, but the face is soft red incense soil, the agricultural culture square is noisy, tourists like fish, flocking to small stalls, all kinds of snacks, steaming true taste of the world, tempting tongue and taste buds, there are charcoal stoves, rising dark red fire, the big jar on the fire boiling oil tea, peppercorns, walnuts, fried tea and noodles, rushing left and right in the big tea pot, full of enthusiasm, someone standing there drinking tea, tea hot, drinking sparsely, these direct, flaming, home-cooked delicacies, It makes people feel happy, and it must be said that beauty and food are a mysterious link.
Music sounded among the mountains, a good voice was singing "Shepherd of the Cocoto Sea", the song sung by the male voice, and then sung from the girl's voice, like a drunken, no one can disturb the singers on the stage, people and songs are as one, the green breeze wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, the soul is haunting, the song is like crying: "The rain of that night did not keep you, the wind of the valley accompanied me to cry..." The burning lyrics seemed to burn a past.
I stopped at a shoe stall of a woman of about fifty years old, more than a dozen handmade hook sandals were laid out word for word, I picked up a pair, several delicate chrysanthemums interlocked, tight and simple, as if from the mother's hand, my heart beat faster, as if I had picked up a period of time, I fell into a picture, the family was surrounded by walls, the young mother was flying needles under the lamp, the clothes and shoes and socks of the four children were boiled with lamp oil, the flowers on the children's sandals were worn out one after another, the mother let the days bullying, year after year, The mother lost her flower appearance and lost her youth. Finally stayed up until the children grew up, the time was warm, the mother had long been old and dizzy, she said at the eightieth birthday feast, she dreamed of me, four or five years old, wearing her sandals made of twine hooks to play in the water mill, the white rain came, I was washed away by the water, she looked along the river, the rain hit her, she only found the sandals floating on the surface of the water, she was desperate, she wanted to jump into the river to accompany me, the cry of the mother in the dream alarmed the father, the father woke up the mother who wanted to jump into the river with the daughter in the dream. As I listened, tears were already pouring down, and no one at the banquet was unmoved. After that, in my dreams, I repeated my mother's dreams, in which hand-hooked sandals tumbled in the flood, I was painless and itchless, only my mother ran madly along the river in the rain...
No one knows that hand-hooked sandals are a secret hole in my life, containing my ins and outs, and the flower full moon promised to my mother. In the face of a woman who is as skillful and wise as her mother, she feels like a sister in her heart. My communication with her was as smooth as water.
The woman's mother's family is in Yangdian Lingguan Gorge, and it is said that the immortal Zhang Guo and He Xiangu have a very good friendship. Xian Gu once drove Xiangyun to Lingguan Gorge to visit Zhang Guo, saw the holy place where her brother practiced, the wind and dust, she sat in the pine forest and took out the powder box to dress, suddenly a gust of wind came, the powder in the powder box drifted with the wind, filled the pine forest, braked, the wind stopped, the trunk of the pine tree turned white.
Bai Pisong testified that Xian Gu had come to Lingguan Gorge. Xian Gu had come, and the women of Chen Jiagou were naturally contaminated with immortal qi. She is a famous qiao girl in her mother's family, doing a good job of female red, and everyone praises her for having the legacy of a fairy girl. Marry to Qiaohe Village, there are only a few stinky ponds in the village, the mountain road is curved, and it is difficult to walk when it rains. She lived hard, did it at sunrise, rested at sunset, shaved food in the soil, although she did not suffer from freezing and starving, but her life was not good. Thirty years of marriage in Qiaohe Village, as if she was dying with the day, she never dreamed that relying on the party's good policies, the old appearance of Qiaohe Village today has been renewed, or so much land, planting medicine, planting flowers, but it seems to have produced golden beans. Still old craftsmanship woven shoes, embroidered handkerchiefs, but can be sold throughout China. She proudly told me that on May Day, when tourists were weaving, her daughter from college had brought her Classmates from Shanghai to Qiaohe Village, and the children loved her hooked sandals, and they said that her craftsmanship was as beautiful as a story. The woman who said this had stars twinkling in her eyes, and I wanted to tell her that her eyes were as beautiful as a story.
The woman said that the past days have come hard, the future days should be all sweet, her housekeeper in the newly built Chinese bee breeding demonstration point, bee source plants all over the mountains, 100 acres of rose picking demonstration garden, 800 acres of flower landscape, are the home of bees, in Qiaohe Village, flowers open one after another, honey source endlessly brewed. Hundreds of flowers nectar moisturize the intestines laxative, detoxify, calm the spirit and help sleep, protect the cardiovascular and other effects, and the honey of the two dangs is the best in honey.
Wolf's tooth honey, as a specialty of the two dang, is a national geographical indication product of China, I saw a very wide distribution of wolf's tooth thorns in the mountains where the Red Army road was re-walked, and at that time the wolf's tooth flowers bloomed just right, hundreds of beehives were lying between the flowers, buzzing and busy bees, boosting the morale of the beekeepers, and there was a trumpet in the mountains: "Yo ho yo
When I was talking to the woman, she sold two pairs of sandals, each pair of seventy yuan deal, these two pairs of shoes she needs two days to do well, although the cost of each pair is less than twenty, but it seems that there is not much money made by taking the labor, the woman said to me, she sold these handicrafts, making money and a sense of accomplishment, the heart is satisfied and happy.
I shook hands with the woman to say goodbye, her hands were very thin, a little rough, with a sense of hometown, and there were thousands of tribulations of my mother, which made me feel pity. Just then, the wind lifted my long skirt, and the flowers on the skirt were wrapped around, fluttering forward and backward, and the black and white printed flowers, because the green wind had vitality, and I was wrapped between the flowers, sniffing the fragrance of the flowers.
The sun breaks through the clouds and falls on the small bridge, the stream is still, and the beauty is on the bridge, like a painting. The berm is newly built, the newly built guardrail also emits the fragrance of wood, the budded flowers are torn apart in a gust of wind, the aroma spreads over, in this natural oxygen bar, large inhalation, the coolness on the tip of the tongue, as if dewdrops, between the Tuna, is already refreshing, the heart is hot, probably the strength of the honey wine to gush up, the heat wave in the chest like a small beast rushing east and west, on the city bus, the subway people who have been squeezed by sweat and turbidity, in the Joe River, feel noble as a god.
Before and after the square, there are small gardens, walls surrounded by diamond-shaped patterns of green brick hoops, the short and strong moon season is colorful, and the houses not far away are well-organized, and the familiar buildings are mostly civil structures and simple houses for the people. The front and back of the house are covered with flowers, herbs and leaves, the bright early summer has an indescribable warmth in the Qiao River, four big red lanterns are hanging high on an old tree, and the meaning of festivity is over.
A striking inn sign, impressively written Xiuqin Inn, Xiuqin, I gently call, Xiuqin, I call again, the heart is stirring, it is clear that it is a shouting soul. Xiuqin is my nickname, my eldest sister is called Qin, as soon as I was born, my mother called me Xiuqin. The road of life is tortuous, for a town hukou, I have a new name, Xiuqin is the name of my relatives to me. In QiaoHe Village, I met Xiuqin, and in Qiaohe, one of me and the other I met, and I felt as if I had already lived here, at least, and had settled here. There was a phone on the sign at the inn, and if I dialed it there would definitely be a woman who would answer me, and she would ask me if I had eaten? Can't stay at the store? Can't hit, hit over, I'm the guest.
I remembered that when my favorite sister was traveling in Yunnan, she expressed flower cakes to me in the local area, and the love of thousands of miles, I snickered when I rode red dust, and no one knew that it was flower cakes. It was the feeling of being spoiled to heaven, proudly opening the packaging of the flower cake, pretending to use the orchid finger to hold the flower cake into the mouth, taking a bite of fragrant overflowing, tasting, guessing that roses, walnuts, black sesame seeds, honey to make the filling, lard haired dough to make the skin, by hand kneading, rubbing, rolling, pressing into a cake shape, roasting on high heat, simmering on a small fire, and finally becoming a valuable dim sum. Xiuqin Inn, rose cake should be her signature.
I, The Xiuqin and the Xiuqin of the inn should be the poor people in the world, just in time, just in time, just in time for the prosperity, the kindness of the bath, a Xiuqin is diligent and rich, a Xiuqin writes the story of hard work and prosperity with a pen, it is the day, the two Xiuqin will certainly recognize each other, just in the rose garden, she will make red flowers for me, I will leave a shadow for her, and the bottom of my heart is like the moon like water.
Looking at the Xiuqin Inn in the red dust again, it was like a mark carved on the Three Living Stones.
Thousands of roses move with the wind, like clouds and mist, for the supreme grand scene. The one who picks roses is a flower god, a flower demon, a flower fairy. Snicker, don't be narcissistic, nothing more than a group of laymen who are intoxicated by flowers, forget about mundane things, and only talk about flowers.
The woman who takes care of the flowers in the rose garden is called Xia, a warm and youthful person, black hair and red lips, with urban style, facing like a sunrise, like a sunset, the name and people are natural, a clump, a flower is the dazzling rot of Xia. When our eyes meet, it is warm and kind, and I conclude that such a woman can tell you about the past and hope for the future.
The woman told that she was a native of the village, poor, sick, graduated from high school and went to Hangzhou to work, with low education, working on the factory assembly line for two years, the third year, she wanted to change jobs, did a waiter in the restaurant, or the hardest work, or took very little pay, but the family needed her to send money continuously, what she had, what could she do.
In a foreign land, people are like ants, she is tired of running for her life, and the life of being enslaved is not bitter and false. When she was physically and mentally exhausted, she fled home, her mother's heart disease was good and bad, she couldn't do heavy work, her father planted more than a dozen acres of land, the family had surplus grain, and it was not exchanged for much money. The mother's medical expenses, the brother's tuition, the house that was about to be destroyed, all rushed to ask for money to make up for it. She rested at home for two days and once again embarked on the road of part-time work in her mother's tears.
Recalling the past, how much is difficult to calm, are locked in the smoke eyebrows.
During the New Year's Festival, most of the migrant workers returned home, and she stayed behind to pay two days of work a day. Chinese New Year's Eve night, she was serving dishes for other people's Chinese New Year's Eve, watching others talk about wine and celebrate reunions. In the early hours of the morning, the guests dispersed, and she cleaned up the cups and plates, but saw the fireworks outside the tall buildings.
The mother called: "My baby, how are you?" She swallowed the tears in her voice and transferred the money to the family, proving that everything was fine. The flower girl was crushed by the burden of life, and that good word, separated, was clearly a woman, she cried, homesick, missed her parents and brother, hated the time, and that good word was like a joke.
The money earned a little more, she bought a smart phone for her parents to express home, mobile phone video, mother laughed, father also laughed, eyebrows seemed to stretch, there was a light in her eyes, she felt that the days were not so bitter.
The good news continues to come, precision poverty alleviation, one household and one policy, raising pigs, raising chickens, raising bees, planting crops, planting medicinal materials, planting flowers, planting fruits, planting grass, there are various subsidies. The mother's illness was insured for serious illness and chronic illness, and she could afford to live in the hospital and had heart bypass surgery, and her mother had a strong heart and a red halo on her face. The younger brother has various subsidies for schooling, interest-free loans for college, university scholarships for children in poor mountainous areas, and subsidies for the demolition and reconstruction of houses in his hometown.
Her brother called her and said in detail that in the fight against poverty, Qiaohe Village integrated the infrastructure construction of poor villages, the construction of "beautiful villages in the province" demonstration village, and the ecological clean small watershed treatment and other project funds to build a beautiful rural tourism demonstration village.
She and her mother looked at each other in the video, and her mother was in a poor time, and the mother's love that was leaking in her sick body rushed to her and said to her: "My baby, our family is not poor, you come back." There were tears in her voice, and she felt guilty about her daughter and sadness about her past life.
She was back, back to her Joe River, when the flowers were in full bloom, the bees were coming and going, and the cement road was in all directions. The old house is hidden in greenery and flowers, like a fairy tale. The stinky ditch in the village has been injected into the clear stream, and the babbling creek is paved with bridges, and the bridge and the creek are interesting, one is convenient for the people, the other is the scenery, and it is like jiangnan.
Trees grow vigorously, flowers bloom as scheduled, shiba cherry blossoms, peonies, peonies, roses... The twenty-four solar terms square are crowded and scattered, reminding people to bloom frequently.
Miaoling woman, the left hand involves a ray of sunshine, the right hand picks up a breeze, life slows down, the heart also calms down, the experience of part-time work has honed her basic skills for survival, she plants flowers, raises flowers, takes care of flowers, picks flowers, and lives in clusters.
Rose can make flower tea, make essential oils, but also widely used in medicinal materials, spice processing, rose fluffy aroma attack, this sweet cause, the road to riches, inspiring.
The rose industry has led many local people to achieve labor employment, and Kasumi is just one of them.
Xia sang loudly on the rural stage, and she sang "Jiangshan" "Fight the world, sit in Jiangshan, single-mindedly for the bittersweet and sweet of the common people, seek happiness and send warmth, day and night do not forget the people's Kangning reunion, the people are the heavens, the people are the earth, the common people are the eternal thoughts of the Communist Party, the people are the mountains, the people are the sea, the people are the source of the Communist Party's life..." She sang, tears in her eyes, and the days were bright as amber, emitting a gentle light.
Xia said that she had submitted an application to the village party branch a year ago, and she had faith in her heart, a direction for the future days, and a certainty. Xia, who is making up for the cultural class, is preparing to participate in the selection examination for village cadres and throw herself into the wave of rural revitalization.
Leaving the Rose Garden, Xia was waving and smiling at me, not forgetting to advertise: "Green Homeland, Red Blessed Land, Qiao River is waiting for you." ”
In the Qiao River, the beauty is located there, just you need to experience one by one, all the consummation, is a long preparation, the road of rural revitalization, has been paved, just like the rose base of the three beams and five bays, a group of bees, a bucket of honey, has long been prepared for tenderness, allowing people to be perfect.
Qiao River Village, the ingredients in the farmhouse, all fresh, fish just caught in the fish pond, free-range chicken, green onions are planted in the garden, tofu is made by themselves, wine is brewed by themselves...
Bonfire party and beautiful trumpet, dancing pot village like a shining silver woman, relying on the thick history and culture of the two dang, ready to go, the scene of the hot land of the Qiao River and people flying together.
Walking in the glittering Qiao River Village, the green fields and mountain winds blowing flowers, deep and deep intoxication, secretly glad that in the most beautiful season, I was in the Qiao River and sang for it.
About author:Du Fugui, female, member of Gansu Writers Association, published more than 500,000 words of prose works, some of which won awards.