Drunk
Ruohe
In my distant memory, it was a hazy and light green blob, like a sprinkled ink, with wet traces of water, associated with dreams and drunkenness. That's the way it is. What can't be put down is naturally not the charming national color and heavenly fragrance, nor is it the lingering sentences in ancient poems. Rather, I was obsessed with the shape of the lotus and the faint breath.
Some people say that the lotus should grow in the water town. Yes, it should grow in the poetic Jiangnan, on the lakeside, in the water, it covers the earth, wanton ocean, the kind of momentum that connects the sky to the earth, the earth to the sky, it is really frightening. But here, I mean the lotus, it's a different story. I live in the North. This north of mine is the authentic Yimeng Mountains, with thin mountains, lack of water in summer, little snow in winter, rivers are not abundant, and water is not feminine. In my hometown, the lotus I saw the most was the northern lotus, a cluster of water lilies with green stems. A shallow pool of water, a small mud tank, a pool of clear water, reflecting a small blue sky. The lotus in the water, clustered with several leaves, lazy, idle, lying quietly on the surface of the water - neither admiring the sun and the moon, nor reading the poetry scrolls, is a look of carelessness about the world, as if it is a kind of drunkenness.
Above the stems and leaves, there are several pink flowers, two or three, one is in full bloom, and the other two, still green and astringent, hanging on the cheeks, are all drunken colors. In the costume play, there are occasional drunken women, that is, like this, two light wine, three points of drunkenness, leaning on the coffee table in front of the window, as if sleeping, this is the drunken situation. Unfortunately, the clay tank is too small to hold too many memories. The small pool water was also too shallow, and a gust of wind disturbed the order. But my love was born spontaneously, and I felt sad. It is not Yuan's good question of "and tincture, let him have two rounds of sun and moon, coming and going like shuttles", but Bai Juyi's "cold blue new autumn water, residual red and half broken lotus". My childish emotions stuck to a lotus petal, and if there was a hint of wind blowing, a slightly louder word, everything would be disrupted. Just like my nostalgia, it gently shakes in the bottom of my heart, but I can't hide it, and I can't get rid of it.
This is not Gangnam, this is certainly not Gangnam, this is my north. There are no vast waters, no boundless lotus flowers for me to enjoy, for me to revel in, for me to listen to the Sanskrit sounds before the Buddha, to sing the harmony of the heart. There is no fruitful fruit, let me harvest, let me rejoice. The lotus I saw was growing on the top of the mountain, just on the other side of the huge pond.
That morning, we went to the village in the countryside to collect the wind, but suddenly bumped into a pond full of lotus flowers, drunken lotuses - red lotus, white lotus. It is not a wild pond, but a local artificial plant, just next to the river embankment, under the Zihe Dam. Xia's back is still there, and autumn has just begun. A winding path, winding between the ridges, stretched out a long and enthusiastic hand to welcome us. At first, I did not pay attention to the lotus, and the line of sight was obscured by the present: this road, this field, this country hut with pink walls and red tiles. The atmosphere of the countryside, intimate and familiar.
The memory, in this way, is restored, at the end of the path. According to the address given by our friends, we found the dongmen village of Tanbu Town. It is close to the Zi River. According to the old county chronicle, the Zi River originates in Zhenjiayan, Yishui County, flows east to Shangwang Village, turns south to Yinjiawa Village, and then enters Yishui County, and then flows south to the southeast of Tanbu Village. Such seven twists and turns, this village and the mountain, inadvertently, walked into the water of childhood, and the lotus in the water.
In the long scroll of time, the times are changing, the villages are changing, the regional landforms are also quietly changing, only the direction of the Zi River has not changed, it has been along the natural arrangement of the river several times, after several twists and turns, thousands of years still endlessly, flowing and flowing. In a certain month of 2013, residents along the river dug out a rare jujube tree and an ancient tree under the sediment at the bottom of the Zihe River, more than 20 meters thick, witnessing the long history of the river and the prosperous ecology on both sides of the river.
Of course, nothing has changed, and there is lotus, her magnificence, her delicacy, her drunkenness. "Mirror water night to autumn moon, like snow, when picking lotuses." Little Lady Red Pink to the cold waves, sad, positive thinking. Wen Tingjun knows how to get drunk, and He is drunk. Whether it is a man or a woman, in fact, behind the drunkenness, it is loneliness and loneliness. Lotus, on the other hand, does not belong to this category, and the drunkenness of the lotus is graceful and an introverted essence.
Follow a country road north and not long after you reach the lotus root cultivation base. On the bank of the Zi River, about 100 acres, a square pond formed by hand excavation, the square pond, irrigated with appropriate soil and river water, sowed the seeds of lotus roots, so that the lotus of a pond grew out. The huge leaves, some with tall stems and some obliquely across the water, show vigorous vitality in green. The lotus flowers are red, standing between the stems and leaves, like a delicate bride in the first bloom, full of youthful flowers.
I lowered my head and bent down to stroke her flowers. I walked through memory and reality, looking intoxicated. The water in the pool, like a mirror, gazes at me affectionately, and it makes me see my obsessive self. But I still want to try to see my eyes and demeanor. Eventually, however, it blurs. The breeze rose, blew the water, and the clear waves rippled, and all the reflections were wrinkled, and the satin fainted and fainted. Neither sobered nor sobered, but increased my drunkenness. I gently asked in my heart, memory of the lotus, how do you get drunk here?
For many years, the countryside is changing, the city is changing, and many places are human, but the lotus flower has not changed, it is still that point of elegance, that point of tranquility, that point of nobility, that point of drunkenness. In the midday sun, roasting the skin, in desperation, we picked a few lotus leaves and put them on our heads. I remembered that when I was a child, I met the lotus flowers by the river, and I also saw enough, picked the lotus canopy to relieve my hunger, folded the lotus leaves to block the sun, if I met the rain, I also lifted the lotus leaves above my head, looked at the raindrops on the leaf eaves, and my eyes were chaotic...
The lotus in the mountains, in the end, is still a small amount of water, although it attracts the river water, but after all, it is not as good as jiangnan, so that people can leave smoke waves between the lotus pond and the lotus pond. However, despite the thin soil and little water, although it is far away, it can calmly take root, like a woman in the mountains, breaking through a barren area, blossoming, bearing fruit, and growing here. Ask a local friend, this Lotus in the summer, is not more open? He said that the lotus flowers bloom a lot in the summer, and the white and beautiful red almost drowns a pool of greenery...
After wiping off the residue of the stems and leaves, you can still see the late-blooming lotus flowers, the green duckweed, and the frogs on the lotus leaves, and the round and seeded lotus. Wait until next year's flower season, I don't think I will miss it. I hope that I will sit opposite her under the Puti tree, walk with her on the red dust road, the mountains and rivers are not hindered, the wind and rain are not separated, and the beauty of this mountain and water, the love of this flower and tree, and the unique scenery of this beautiful countryside.
(2128 words)
Biography:
RuoHe, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Creative Committee of the Shandong Writers Association, has published "Chinese Essays", "Selected Essays", "Overseas Edition of Essays", "Yellow River Literature", "Manchu Literature", "Sichuan Literature", "Prose Hundred Families", "Appreciation of Famous Works", "Juvenile Literature and Art" and other domestic and foreign newspapers and periodicals, and his works have been included in primary school language standard textbooks, high school language reading textbooks, annual selection of works, and short American literature selections and prose rankings; Gardenia in the Moonlight, "Flower-like Lantern" and many other prose collections. He has won the "Yimeng Literature and Art Award", "Qilu Prose Award", "Chinese Financial Literature Award", the 8th "Bingxin Prose Award" and other awards.
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