Wangjiang is a noun
text/text Hongxia
Clear stream, rushing river, sweet well water, that has been by my side since I was a child. Until now, my favorite thing is water. When I opened the door and looked up, I saw the turbid yellow and wide Yangtze River. So much so that for a long time, I thought others lived on the edge of the Yangtze River like me.
walks 200 meters to the right when going out. It is a water well made of bluestone. We all call it sweet water well. When I was a child, I had to carry water in the sweet water well every day. Since the age of seven or eight, I carried a bucket of water with my sister. Later, one person carried half a bucket of water and poured it all the way. Later. I could easily carry a load of water home. It was an uphill road, with a slope after hundreds of steps. I have walked that road countless times, so now that the steps made of stones often appear in my dreams. The green bamboo next to the steps, blooming like a pair of eyes, and growing like a jar of beans with long hair. A bunch of small flames of 水多 , a pink butterfly-like pea flowers. Extremely domineering in my dreams again and again.
Many times I even dreamed that I was thirsty, so I scooped up a scoop of water from the well, drank it down, and let it breathe a long sigh after drinking it. It was so sweet.
Later I read the word "leave your hometown". Like being possessed, I was chanting it in my mind over and over again, as if this word was tied together by the sweet well, so heavy that I seemed to see the little girl in a floral shirt squatting beside the bluestone well. Staring at a trickle of water from the depths of the mountain. It was gurgling, forming a clear spring in the vast well. The water was so clear and bright. The sunlight shone on the clear waves, emitting silver light, dancing mischievously. I couldn't bear to stretch out the scoop in my hand to destroy the cleanliness. I wanted to turn into a small stone and lie in that wave of water.
The dream is so real, the color, touch, and the coolness that flows through the mouth and throat are so clear. Next to the Sweet Water Well is a mountain stream, and the mountain spring water flowing down from the top of the mountain goes straight to the Yangtze River. There are countless such streams along the Yangtze River, which together make the Yangtze River vast and vast. We washed our clothes in the stream and took a bath in the slightly larger stream pool. Catching crabs in summer and grinding the wood furniture at home, to me, the stream is more like a playmate of mine.
Various lush plants grow on both sides of the stream, including a kind of sour licorice. After picking a section and taking a bite, the facial features are so sore that they are deformed, but after the sourness passes, a sweet aftertaste rises from the depths of the mouth, which is also very beautiful. There are also a tree of bubbles. There are many pointed thorns on the branches, probably to protect the sweet fruit. Later I saw exquisitely packaged ones in supermarkets, one box after another, and one box of expensive ones called German raspberries. In fact, they can be seen everywhere by our streams. It is very strong. Once it takes root, it will grow into a large clump, and there are also many raspberry found on the trees. Red is sour, black is sweet. Pick a handful, wrap it with a large piece of tung leaves, and eat it while walking.
also has a kind of fruit that grows in the soil by the water, the size of a ping-pong ball, and it is red when ripe, exuding a sweet and pleasant fragrance. We call it Dipo. When we are lucky, we can dig out dozens of them when we encounter a clump. Wash it clean by the stream, one bite at a time, a pretty good fruit snack.
also has a kind of thorn fruit , which also grows on the shrubs by the water. It also has a lot of thorns, so it is very difficult to pick it. Its fruits are the size of soybeans, and can be eaten in blue and red. It is sour and sour, especially to quench thirst. Pick a handful and put it in your pocket. After eating one, the sour water immediately pours into your mouth.
We went to the stream, mainly to move crabs. The reason why the word "moving" is used is because the crabs are hidden under the stones and the stones on them need to be moved away. The crab came out with two clips waving. Don't look at it waving the clip fiercely, it is actually very easy to catch. He stretched out his hand and pressed his back, and it immediately became useless. He pinched the sides of its clamp and picked it up. Its claws were waving in vain, and his slender eyes were useless to bulge.
One thing has always been an interesting talk in our family.The three sisters went to move the crab together. The eldest sister caught one and ran away. Later, I caught it. The eldest sister said angrily, "Look at you to run, let's take a bite." Without waiting for us to stop. The crab had already pinched the eldest girl's lips hard. The eldest sister was so painful that she was about to burst into tears. After lying by the water for a while, the crab slowly let go of the clip and ran away. This cunning and fierce crab became the story of our family and was told over and over again.
and that citrus forest. The citrus forests by the Yangtze River are connected together. Wangjiang is a fruit brigade. The main farm work is to grow citrus, loosen the soil and fertilizer in winter, apply medicine in summer, and pick fruits for sale in autumn. Those trees are big trees in their decades, and the citrus is an evergreen forest with green branches and leaves all year round. Every spring, the flowers bloom, and the rich fragrance of flowers will make the entire river float. I have never seen such a domineering fragrance again. Its petals are not big. How come the four ordinary small white petals contain such a strong aura? It is like the passionate love of a persistent and dedicated person who is not stunningly beautiful. Once open, it is like giving your own everything and loving without hesitation. Walking in the citrus forest at this time, I feel a little drunk.
will bear fruit after the flowers bloom. When I was a kid, I soaked in the citrus forest. Pick up those small green fruit that were blown by the wind and fell on the ground. It can be dried and used as medicine. We picked it up and sold it to the Chinese medicine shop to change some books, pencils, etc. Pick up the size of a nail to the big one. I wander in the citrus forest every day, leisurely and at ease, and legitimately do not do housework. I took out a novel and found a tree to lie on it. I lie all morning. Although I lived in the countryside at that time, my father was a teacher and loved reading very much. Many of the books he had saved were placed in a large wooden box in the attic of his home.
I go out with a book in my arms every day, and I read dozens of books in one summer. The memory of summer vacations in those years was that the wind was very cool, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the bright sunshine fell from the gaps of the green leaves, and various apertures were engraved on the cool woodland. They are not solidified. As the breeze blows and the leaves dance, they also jump around on the ground.
I sat on the branch of an old tree, and the bare trunk was lying past many times by many people. It seems to be coated with oil, smooth and comfortable to touch. The three branches are stretched out, making it an excellent recliner. Lying there reading, if you don’t make a sound, you can’t even find it even if you walk under the tree. I read thirstyly until I was thirsty, hungry, or wanted to go to the bathroom, and then I would come down from the tree. Days like
, accompanied by the fragrance of citrus flowers, the breeze by the river, the warm sunshine and the quiet and gentle power of the earth, make people feel sweet and long-lasting when they think about it.
When I got home, the few houses with earthy walls and black tiles also made people feel extremely down-to-earth. And grandpa. There is a vine that covers most of the yard, and several clusters of bamboo . The yard is surrounded by trees and various blooming flowers, such as peach, apricot, pear, pomegranate, Chinese toon, citrus, Rouge, twelve brocade, lily , sunflower, jasmine, banana flower, , banana flower, , twelve banana flower, , big and small, all kinds, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Plants grow vigorously in any season.
There are dozens of tall and stout Paulownia trees around the house. When spring comes, lavender flowers will hang down, and big purple trumpets, falling on the ground, it also seems to be blowing a trumpet to the earth.
Double Tree can spread itself, just like bamboo. Grow wherever the roots go. Bamboo leaves are loved by pigs, and they will grow many bright red fruits. Magpie loves to eat, and often several people stand on a tree and shout loudly. It reminds people of something happy about to happen. They also like to eat grapes, and when they take a mouthful of them, several grapes will be broken.
There are several wild peaches on the slope. The flowers bloom beautifully every spring, but the peaches that bear are small and black. It is said to be black peach . Every year I can't help picking one for eating, and I throw it away every time I disappointedly. It's sour and astringent, sour and sour. It's so unpalatable.
really can't think of any shortcomings in living in Wangjiang, everything I long for now is there.Flowers, rivers, streams, and all kinds of fruits in all seasons, free and warm, and you can do whatever you want. In the sunny weather, you will be happy like a cicada. Freedom like a bee. When I read the "Biography of Hulanhe" by Xiao Hong , I praised it for no reason. I seemed familiar with the back garden, and my grandfather was as gentle and kind as my grandfather.
Grandpa is very skillful in his hands and can use bamboo to weave various items, including baskets, baskets, baskets, mats, chairs, and stools. He can woven everything he can see in life. It is handmade delicate and exquisite and unique. More than 30 years have passed in a flash, and my grandfather’s image is still so clear.
The sun is bright in the afternoon, and the cicadas are coming one after another. Grandpa was sitting in the shadow under the vine, tabby cat lying at grandpa's feet. It is a guy who loves to follow people, always following his grandfather three steps away. Grandpa sat on the bamboo chair he woven himself to split the bamboo, and there were more than a dozen long, green and faint fragrance bamboos beside him. They were all cut from the bamboo forest next to the sweet water well. The sunlight jumped mischievously from the leaves and sprinkled on grandpa, bamboo, and tabby cats.
The cat who was originally sleeping in the cabbage raised its front paws and dusted its ears. It seemed to be burned by a spot of light. Then it hugged its head with its paws and fell into a sweet dream. The sound of grandpa splitting the bamboo seemed to help it sleep.
Grandpa was quick-witted and soon he split the bamboo into pieces, cut the pieces into silk, and then divided the silk into black and white silk, and then began to weave. The bamboo silk seemed to have life and danced in his hands.
, grandpa, after finishing a work, it was almost dark. I brought a pot of herbal tea to my grandfather. Soaked with a kind of wild tea leaves on the mountain. Only one or two large and round tea leaves need to be put into it. The boiling water rushes over, and the tea leaves rise and fall in the water. In an instant, the boiling water turns yellow and bright, like a quiet day in the sun. Grandpa got up and took out his long cigarette pouch. The copper cigarette puff and cigarette puddle were shining with the light of the years in the sun. The bright red fire flashed, like flowers blooming in the darkness.
Grandpa squinted his eyes so comfortably that he was filled with a smile on his face. The cat that had been sleeping for a whole afternoon finally stretched out a long stretch. It woke up, walked to the edge of his grandfather's legs, rubbed his legs with its body, and screamed a few times with its face raised and acted coquettishly. Grandpa reached out to touch its head, and it immediately jumped onto grandpa's legs, looking for a comfortable position and lay down again. Grandpa was smoking his cigarette while touching his head. Each person and a cat were in the twilight courtyard, like a painting embedded in my memory. Outside the frame of
is the orange forest. Outside the citrus forest is the vast Yangtze River, opposite the river is a steep mountain, and a moon gradually rising on the top of the mountain.
Later, like Xiao Hong, I went away from other places and lost my grandfather and that courtyard forever. It's raining in
. The rain in summer is often thrilling, from the dark clouds floating to the first raindrop falling, to the rain curtains with thousands of threads under the eaves, it only takes a moment. A vast layer of white mist rose from the mud, and the rain lines were dense enough that the trees, flowers and plants ten meters away became hazy. The sound of the river flowing was covered, and the cicadas stopped chirping, and the only sound of rain fell was left in the world.
sat on the bluestone threshold, letting the rain and fog blow on the face, which was refreshing and extremely comfortable. The tabby cat also ran over and jumped on my lap and asked for a hug. In the past, it despised me very much. It often hid on the stones under the vine to take a nap, or caught cicada grasshoppers. On rainy days, it had nowhere to go, so it stayed by my side, snoring, and its big green eyes narrowed into a slit. My big body weighing more than ten pounds was lying down on my legs, making my legs sore, but I really like to hold it, as it is not hot on rainy days. One of us leaned against the door and the other leaned against my stomach, staring at the misty rain and mist, and we didn't know where our thoughts were floating. If it rains like this for a few days, the Yangtze River will rise. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the Yangtze River flooded our laundry stones and arrived at the edge of Zhouzhou's fields. His family drove the fields the farthest and planted a field of peanuts. Slowly, one-third of the peanuts were flooded. Zhou Zhou's mother stood in the water to catch peanuts, and Zhou Zhou picked up the peanut seedlings thrown by his mother.Gradually, the water reached my place, and the rows of tall corn like guards fell into the water. Later, the small road along the river also went to the water, and people who walked had to go around a long way to reach the county town.
If you stand by the water at this time, it is very scary. There was a large pool of turbid yellow water, and there seemed to be ferocious beasts hidden in the water. You could not see too much. If you saw too much, you would be dizzy and your heart would tremble. Song Dynasty Xu Zhao said that water flows from the sky, cutting off the dust in the world. It seems like the Yangtze River at this time. Such a mighty aura in silence is almost impossible to see for a long time. It seems that he will stretch out his claws at any time and drag the person to the bottom of the river to tear it to pieces. The river water swayed gently, making a banging sound, such a low and heavy sound. It reminds people of the unfathomable depth of the river.
A variety of items began to float on the surface of the river, including long wood and daily necessities. Some people said that the boat was broken again. Various cushions floated on the river, floating in the yellow water in colorful colors, as if countless brightly colored flowers were blooming on the water surface. If you have a boat, take a boat to fish.
Only at this time can we know that the Yangtze River is also terrible, and it is different from the river water we usually see. Usually, the Yangtze River is our neighbor and our playmate. We sat by the river to wash clothes. In winter, the stream water was extremely cold, but the Yangtze River water was warm and it was not cold at all. It gently slapped our feet by the water. Feeling our hands.
Every slightly widening beach has a silver beach. The delicate sand is hard to find when you walk around the world. It is thin and soft. When the waves hit, the sand turns blue-gray. The little feet are printed on it in rows, which is a beautiful painting. The beach next to the duck pond is the only way I have to go after junior high school. Every time I walk by, I can't help but take off my shoes and walk on the beach barefoot several times.
The duck pond is also very famous. It is located in the center of the stone beam of the Jiulong Benjiang River in Zigui. There are five or six football fields around it, all of which are fine and soft silver sand. The nine rugged rock beams are made of stones, and have become the appearance of nine majestic dragons with their heads held high across the shore by the river for millions of years. It is said that nine ambitious people wanted to be a dragon and used magic to cultivate immortals here, but they were seen through by a master. When he was about to succeed, he broke the magic and the nine dragons would always protect the Yangtze River and protect Zigui . Nine majestic stone beams that extend hundreds of meters from the foot of the mountain are said to be able to jump over the narrowest part of the other shore. It used to be a major danger on the Yangtze River channel.
There are several place names around Jiulong Benjiang that sound very scary. Is the urn of a human urn to turn people into fish? There are descriptions about the man who sucks and enters the dangerous road. The water is full in spring and summer, the waves are rolling, and the whirlpools are like a whirlpool. Kongqi is backed by Woniu Mountain, and in front of him is a urn. As soon as the dry season arrives, strange rocks and flying stones are rushing to emerge from the water. The waves are surging, the waves are surging, and the waves are almost impossible to see myopia. The whirlpools and the waves are surging, which is extremely dangerous. It grows with the world-famous peach blossom fish , which is a type of jellyfish that grew on the earth billions of years ago before humans appeared. The fingers are as big as a miniature parachute, as white as a dream, stretching and shrinking, floating in a pool of clear water, and were once the photographers sought after. The name of Duck Pond comes from hundreds of wild ducks that come every year.
Shu people Yi Ji called Wu Tu people: "The mountain is towering and rugged, the water is shining and waves, and the person is magnificent and heroic." Opening the Zigui County Chronicles, all kinds of strange place names come to your face, Wufengmen, Tianqingguan, Tangzi stone, Laofoyan Hall, Iron Coffin Gorge, Lotus Whirlpool, Daci Temple, Huxutuo, Guniu Stone, Yangbei Gorge, Roller Stone, White Dog Whirlpool, Sawtooth Beach, Mouse Rock, Chijiaozi, Shrimp Tapite, Boat Stone, Qinggangping, Zhujietan, Sao Monk Rock, etc. Listen to these names and you will know what style it is.
There is an ancient yellow puerar tree at the west end of the village. Three or four people can't hold it. It has more than two feet of body, the old stems are curled and the leaves are lush. Although they have experienced the vicissitudes of time, they are still full of vitality. Every year, thousands of flat soap beans are hung on the trees. It is said that , , and outsiders were coming here, so locals used this tree as a road sign to explain the road.
The mountain road winds in the citrus forest on the bank of the Yangtze River. It takes about ten miles from home to the county town. After I went to junior high school, I had to leave once a week. When I went there, I carried ten kilograms of rice and a few cans of pickled vegetables. When I came back, I ran empty-handedly like the wind. The children from the same village naturally have to walk together. Talk and laugh all the way, the road becomes extremely short. When I got home, I was peaceful and comfortable. Whenever I step onto the yard, I feel that the world is warm.
The yard has a quiet fragrance of flowers, and everyone grows happily. The main hall is clean and tidy. The large white magnetic pot on the table was filled with light brown herbal tea. Gudong Gudong took a few big sips. Then my grandfather came in from outside the house and smiled and said, "Oh, my good grandson is back." What do you want to eat, my grandfather will make it for you. This scene of
has appeared in my dreams many times over the years. I always dream of my grandfather. Never dreamed of grandma. I also find it very strange. Once in my dream, I dreamed that my grandfather was sitting on a small hill to the east of the old house, and a golden sunlight hit his face. He was smoking in front of the Yangtze River. The long smoke pipe emits a golden light. The grass beside him is green and green, and the paintings are particularly peaceful and quiet. It seems that since that dream, I have never dreamed of my grandfather again. He was using a dream to tell me that he was very good and told me not to think about him anymore, right?
When you go to school or to the county town, you have to pass a small river, Zhaxi River, and you don’t know what the name comes from. There are streams and rivers, which shows that this is not an ordinary stream. It circulates the east of Zigui City and flows into the Yangtze River. Xiangxi River is just west of him, and the two streams form a U-shaped embrace with the Yangtze River, holding Zigui, the old and small city in his arms.
Ziguicheng is small. But it already existed in Spring and Autumn Warring States Period . It was also an important military location between Shu and Wei during the Three Kingdoms era. Liu Bei took over the country and returned to Sichuan and became king. The Bagua Formation set up by Zhuge Liang is also here. Legend has it that the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Not far from Zigui along the Yangtze River are Baidi City and Zhang Fei Temple, which are the places where Liu Bei entrusts his orphans before going to the sky. "The Memorial to the Emperor" has been passed down through the ages. What touches people is the trust between the king and his ministers and the loyalty that they have devoted themselves to after their death. Therefore, in Zigui, there are also many folk stories and folk legends. In the era without electronic products, the old people swayed their fans on summer nights, and the characters from thousands of years ago also shone brightly.
crosses the Zhaxi River, and if it is summer, it will wader. If it is winter, I will take off my shoes and socks and step on ice water. If there is a heavy flood, nearby villagers will shake the boat and transport it to each person. Later, a suspension bridge was built, two ropes were pulled and wooden boards were laid in the middle, and the traffic problem was solved from then on.
Therefore, those years must be more than just picturesque scenery. There may be many hardships, sadness and pain when having a peaceful life, such as the death of grandparents. Before their death, they were tortured by illness. For example, when crossing the Zhaxi River, there was a surge in water, and my companions and I were almost washed away by the flood. For example, from the ground-back corn rod on the hillside, the tall corn rod pressed on the back, and from a distance it looked like a small ball moving down the hillside.
As I grew up, those years seemed to be suspended and placed somewhere on the bottom of the Yangtze River. There, everything is the same. The pomegranate tree in front of the door, the pomegranates were still grinning. Even the cat, which always had a bit of majesty, was still staring at it with big green eyes. When it stretched out its hand, it would meow, and then it would jump to my knee and ask for a hug. There was also the grandfather sitting under the vine, drew a green bamboo into silk, and then weaved them into chair baskets. I walked over and my grandfather smiled at me, with a gentle pleat on his face as if a flower was blooming.
can't think about it anymore.
I portray them deep in my heart and refuse all the peeping of strange eyes. The long years condensed into a small ball of glass. Facing the sun, there is a clear light.Suddenly a gust of wind passed, like two tears falling on the branches of a citrus tree. The white petals trembled gently, as if they were whispering to the raindrops, and as if they were telling the story from many years ago.
goes further and further, and hometown gradually becomes a noun. Become a humble yearning on the other side of the mountain.
