In order to commemorate the 73rd anniversary of Mao Zedong's "Speech at the Yan'an Literary and Art Symposium", fully implement the spirit of General Secretary Xi Jinping's important speech at the National Literary and Art Work Symposium, and actively carry out the theme practice activity of "Deep into life and rooted in the people", the Longnan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Propaganda Department of the Wenxian County Party Committee organized literary and art workers to carry out literary and art interviews and creation activities in Bikou Town, Wenxian County. Through in-depth interviews and capturing the new style and atmosphere of new rural construction, literary and artistic workers have drawn nourishment from the vivid practices of the masses and the rich and colorful lives, and have created a number of excellent literary and artistic works.
Now select the excellent literary works in this interview, please stay tuned!
Meet Bikou Ancient Town
Lu Minne
More than once imagined Bikou in the color of the name.
days is pure blue, and water is clear blue. Hidden in the warm nest surrounded by mountains in Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan, enjoying an altitude of more than 600 meters. The mountains are dripping green, the fragrance of tea lingers, and the sound of rivers is lingering.
"Come on the guest, please..." The long singing style was full of charm, and the capable and attentive greeting sounded in the wooden boards of the attic, which were noisy. A woman with a flower crown, a skirt and jacket, a big sleeve, a red robe, a red robe with a ribbon on her shoulder, a gold-clad jade on her waist, and a croaker-headed shoes on her feet. She came from afar on the wooden boat in the Bailong River. She sat in the Grand Master's chair next to the Eight Immortals table, and her curious eyes met Bikou's gaze for the first time, looking at him.
A tea doctor in a long blue cloth gown and a blue silk gown, with a black braid on Swen's back. He flicked his fingers and the tea bowl flew to the table. Holding up the shiny teapot, the light tea soup with yellow in purple clouds and spring green is pouring down from the bronze long spout in the air, dripping from the tea bowl, and it cuckled several times, and it ended abruptly. The tea water was level with the edge of the bowl, and the tea bowl was steaming hot, and there was no drop of water outside the tea bowl. The tea cover slides towards the tea bowl, leaving a gap, allowing the tea fragrance to overflow and the fragrance is refreshing. The woman's orchid fingers danced, held up the tea bowl with both hands, gently scraped the tea soup with the tea cover, and the pointed and slender tea needles or flat and thin tea slices churned up and down in the bowl, floating and sinking, swaying, and the soup color became stronger. With the nose close, you can concentrate your taste. In the tea bowl, the tea color is either strong or light, the tea fragrance is either faint or light, the tea taste is bitter or sweet, and the tea shape is either uniform or messy. Hold up the green mouth and cover the tea with both hands to appreciate the unity of heaven, earth, man and man in the tea!
Four tea guests, family matters, laughing and scolding, sip a sip of fragrant tea, shaking the palm-leaf fan, swaying the dragon gate formation, pawns running horses, and gathering together lively.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of a fortress, each table, chair, a fan, and a ruler. The screens were separated by each other. The eloquent storytellers were full of passion and passion, and the strong Sichuan flavor sounded in the teahouse. "By the way, there was a person sitting upright on the horse's back. This man got off the horse and stood there. He was eight feet tall, swaying like an iron tower. His face was black and bright in black. His eyebrows were slanted and forked into his forehead. His big ring eyes were wide on his nose, his big ears were facing his arms, and his chin was long and steel. His ears were more than two feet long and could not be blown down in the wind. His ear hair was like a row of pens. He was not wearing armor, he wore a scarf on his head, and his body was wearing soft armor. Who is this person? Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide..." "Good...good..." Cheers and cheers circled in the teahouse. When the pear blossom tree rings again, "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown." The infatuated tea guest, adding water to the bowl, but not money to add tea, and changing the tea to add money. They stretched their necks and listened to the book one after another. The tea was drank one after another, the tea was added one after another, and the water added one pot after another. Before I knew it, the happy and peaceful scene of one day was eliminated here.
The red sun sets in the west, and the teahouse is a seal embedded in the afterglow of the sunset in the ancient town. There are long couplets engraved on both sides of its door pillar: "Busy for fame and for profit, take a break from the busyness, and drink a cup of tea; work hard, work hard, make fun of hardship, and pour a bowl of wine." The concave nest carved in the couplet, each stroke is filled with blood-red seals of the sunset, making the ancient town distinctive and full of flesh and blood in its label. If you interpret or express, then your personality will be exaggerated. The ancient street with bluestone slabs is still steaming with heat waves, the lights are shining, and the heat is scattered, hitting the vermilion wooden boards on the exterior wall of the teahouse. The Sichuan opera songs are swaying, and the lingering sounds are lingering, making the idle time feel hazy and confused.The quaint town is drunk in the tea charm, and its blurred eyes seem to be about to fall asleep peacefully.
The warm water of Bailong River is green outside the window of the second-story teahouse, rows of ancient wooden buildings built along the river on both sides. The blue figures walk through the ancient town, full of tenderness and fragrance flowing among the mountains and rivers, walking through the mountains and rivers from Bikou to Zhaohua, Sichuan, and merging into the Jialing River, all the way to Chongqing. Merchant ships set off at Bikou, setting sail, transporting high-quality and authentic Chinese medicinal materials, local specialties and tea deep in the mountains, and transporting daily necessities from southwestern provinces and Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Bikou. A long green dragon, in an era when land is still rugged and difficult to travel, in years when national highways are flat, high-speed and stable railways, it brings the spirituality and quality of water to the extreme, and it will inevitably carry more burdens of the times with a flowing posture and a surging body, without hesitation and responsibility. It shook its head, flew and danced, recording the prosperity and prosperity of six hundred years ago one by one on the gurgling road, traveling day and night, and the passing of this! On the bank of the Bailong River, a woman with a high bun and a long skirt and a short jacket, holding a young baby, looking through the autumn water, stood in a sculpture in her posture of returning, waiting for him to return with the wind of the Bailong River.
Purple Cloud Palace, carved beams and painted roofs reflect the sunset, and green tiles fly in the sky are long and ancient charm. The magnificent building complex overlooks all the other buildings and halls, standing at the water and land pier where merchants gather, sails are lined with bustling, showing the exquisite skills of craftsmen, the strong strength of the chamber of commerce and the magnificent faces, which reflect the expression of the ancient town dazzlingly. Businessmen from Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan and other places were flying in and out with pride and carriages and horses. Ziyun Palace, which was full of caps, held its head upright and stood on a commanding height of time. Unfortunately, the hammer that was dilapidated and established the new did not show mercy to the glorious Ziyun Palace. It suffered a catastrophe along with many building halls and halls. Only this luxurious and magnificent name was left to make people remember and imagine the vague past.
In the early years of the Republic of China, the ancient town was prosperous and prosperous. More than 100 ships were walking on the Bailong River. The ancient town once reached more than 40,000 people, and it had customs, telegraph bureaus, salt bureaus, etc. The tax revenue once accounted for 13% of the tax revenue in Gansu Province, setting a record of paying 100,000 taels of silver annually. It was not until 1956 that Wenxian and Wudu were opened to traffic, and in 1958, Wenxian and Bikou were opened to traffic, and the water transportation was declining and depressed, and Bailongjiang seemed to have completed its historical mission. The trajectory of history has similar characteristics. Like a person, a river must be present in the face of heavy responsibilities and must bear the responsibility. All the burdens are carried on your shoulders.
In 1965, Bikou began to build a power plant using its abundant water resources. In 1976, the first machine generated power, and the first pearl appeared on the Bailong River. In the 1980s, a large army of gold-rushing and ferrosilicon enterprises with more than 100,000 people flocked to the quiet ancient town, while also bringing a large amount of dust and black pollution to the green mountains, beautiful waters and white clouds and blue sky. The ancient town has been galloping in the modern fast lane for 20 years, and the dried radish, bacon and tofu noodles rich in polluted dust are no longer fragrant. The consequences of industrialization and natural mining were soon awakened by the weight of ecological civilization, the ferrosilicon industry gradually retreated, the brief glory abdicated, and the call of survival occupied a blue sky in the blue mouth. After being damaged by earthquakes in 2008, Bikou began to develop the natural ecological tourism industry.
Ancient Town hummed a small song, soaking the tea fragrance, slightly drunkenness, and in the hazy eyes, a rooster crow, or a crisp sound, knocking down all the ancient prosperity and old traces of the ancient town to the ground. Another slowly rising red sun led another new world. The light of dawn spreads over every corner of Bikou, lifting the veil of dreamy history. What you can see in front of you is today's Bikou.
A woman in Jordan casual red dress, she followed the flat martial arts highway, followed the far-reaching historical footsteps, walked on the modern Bikou New Street, shuttled among the buildings, looked around, looking around to find the shadows left by history.
In order to commemorate the 73rd anniversary of Mao Zedong's "Speech at the Yan'an Literary and Art Symposium", fully implement the spirit of General Secretary Xi Jinping's important speech at the National Literary and Art Work Symposium, and actively carry out the theme practice activity of "Deep into life and rooted in the people", the Longnan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Propaganda Department of the Wenxian County Party Committee organized literary and art workers to carry out literary and art interviews and creation activities in Bikou Town, Wenxian County. Through in-depth interviews and capturing the new style and atmosphere of new rural construction, literary and artistic workers have drawn nourishment from the vivid practices of the masses and the rich and colorful lives, and have created a number of excellent literary and artistic works.
Now select the excellent literary works in this interview, please stay tuned!
Meet Bikou Ancient Town
Lu Minne
More than once imagined Bikou in the color of the name.
days is pure blue, and water is clear blue. Hidden in the warm nest surrounded by mountains in Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan, enjoying an altitude of more than 600 meters. The mountains are dripping green, the fragrance of tea lingers, and the sound of rivers is lingering.
"Come on the guest, please..." The long singing style was full of charm, and the capable and attentive greeting sounded in the wooden boards of the attic, which were noisy. A woman with a flower crown, a skirt and jacket, a big sleeve, a red robe, a red robe with a ribbon on her shoulder, a gold-clad jade on her waist, and a croaker-headed shoes on her feet. She came from afar on the wooden boat in the Bailong River. She sat in the Grand Master's chair next to the Eight Immortals table, and her curious eyes met Bikou's gaze for the first time, looking at him.
A tea doctor in a long blue cloth gown and a blue silk gown, with a black braid on Swen's back. He flicked his fingers and the tea bowl flew to the table. Holding up the shiny teapot, the light tea soup with yellow in purple clouds and spring green is pouring down from the bronze long spout in the air, dripping from the tea bowl, and it cuckled several times, and it ended abruptly. The tea water was level with the edge of the bowl, and the tea bowl was steaming hot, and there was no drop of water outside the tea bowl. The tea cover slides towards the tea bowl, leaving a gap, allowing the tea fragrance to overflow and the fragrance is refreshing. The woman's orchid fingers danced, held up the tea bowl with both hands, gently scraped the tea soup with the tea cover, and the pointed and slender tea needles or flat and thin tea slices churned up and down in the bowl, floating and sinking, swaying, and the soup color became stronger. With the nose close, you can concentrate your taste. In the tea bowl, the tea color is either strong or light, the tea fragrance is either faint or light, the tea taste is bitter or sweet, and the tea shape is either uniform or messy. Hold up the green mouth and cover the tea with both hands to appreciate the unity of heaven, earth, man and man in the tea!
Four tea guests, family matters, laughing and scolding, sip a sip of fragrant tea, shaking the palm-leaf fan, swaying the dragon gate formation, pawns running horses, and gathering together lively.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of a fortress, each table, chair, a fan, and a ruler. The screens were separated by each other. The eloquent storytellers were full of passion and passion, and the strong Sichuan flavor sounded in the teahouse. "By the way, there was a person sitting upright on the horse's back. This man got off the horse and stood there. He was eight feet tall, swaying like an iron tower. His face was black and bright in black. His eyebrows were slanted and forked into his forehead. His big ring eyes were wide on his nose, his big ears were facing his arms, and his chin was long and steel. His ears were more than two feet long and could not be blown down in the wind. His ear hair was like a row of pens. He was not wearing armor, he wore a scarf on his head, and his body was wearing soft armor. Who is this person? Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide..." "Good...good..." Cheers and cheers circled in the teahouse. When the pear blossom tree rings again, "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown." The infatuated tea guest, adding water to the bowl, but not money to add tea, and changing the tea to add money. They stretched their necks and listened to the book one after another. The tea was drank one after another, the tea was added one after another, and the water added one pot after another. Before I knew it, the happy and peaceful scene of one day was eliminated here.
The red sun sets in the west, and the teahouse is a seal embedded in the afterglow of the sunset in the ancient town. There are long couplets engraved on both sides of its door pillar: "Busy for fame and for profit, take a break from the busyness, and drink a cup of tea; work hard, work hard, make fun of hardship, and pour a bowl of wine." The concave nest carved in the couplet, each stroke is filled with blood-red seals of the sunset, making the ancient town distinctive and full of flesh and blood in its label. If you interpret or express, then your personality will be exaggerated. The ancient street with bluestone slabs is still steaming with heat waves, the lights are shining, and the heat is scattered, hitting the vermilion wooden boards on the exterior wall of the teahouse. The Sichuan opera songs are swaying, and the lingering sounds are lingering, making the idle time feel hazy and confused.The quaint town is drunk in the tea charm, and its blurred eyes seem to be about to fall asleep peacefully.
The warm water of Bailong River is green outside the window of the second-story teahouse, rows of ancient wooden buildings built along the river on both sides. The blue figures walk through the ancient town, full of tenderness and fragrance flowing among the mountains and rivers, walking through the mountains and rivers from Bikou to Zhaohua, Sichuan, and merging into the Jialing River, all the way to Chongqing. Merchant ships set off at Bikou, setting sail, transporting high-quality and authentic Chinese medicinal materials, local specialties and tea deep in the mountains, and transporting daily necessities from southwestern provinces and Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Bikou. A long green dragon, in an era when land is still rugged and difficult to travel, in years when national highways are flat, high-speed and stable railways, it brings the spirituality and quality of water to the extreme, and it will inevitably carry more burdens of the times with a flowing posture and a surging body, without hesitation and responsibility. It shook its head, flew and danced, recording the prosperity and prosperity of six hundred years ago one by one on the gurgling road, traveling day and night, and the passing of this! On the bank of the Bailong River, a woman with a high bun and a long skirt and a short jacket, holding a young baby, looking through the autumn water, stood in a sculpture in her posture of returning, waiting for him to return with the wind of the Bailong River.
Purple Cloud Palace, carved beams and painted roofs reflect the sunset, and green tiles fly in the sky are long and ancient charm. The magnificent building complex overlooks all the other buildings and halls, standing at the water and land pier where merchants gather, sails are lined with bustling, showing the exquisite skills of craftsmen, the strong strength of the chamber of commerce and the magnificent faces, which reflect the expression of the ancient town dazzlingly. Businessmen from Shaanxi, Gansu, Sichuan and other places were flying in and out with pride and carriages and horses. Ziyun Palace, which was full of caps, held its head upright and stood on a commanding height of time. Unfortunately, the hammer that was dilapidated and established the new did not show mercy to the glorious Ziyun Palace. It suffered a catastrophe along with many building halls and halls. Only this luxurious and magnificent name was left to make people remember and imagine the vague past.
In the early years of the Republic of China, the ancient town was prosperous and prosperous. More than 100 ships were walking on the Bailong River. The ancient town once reached more than 40,000 people, and it had customs, telegraph bureaus, salt bureaus, etc. The tax revenue once accounted for 13% of the tax revenue in Gansu Province, setting a record of paying 100,000 taels of silver annually. It was not until 1956 that Wenxian and Wudu were opened to traffic, and in 1958, Wenxian and Bikou were opened to traffic, and the water transportation was declining and depressed, and Bailongjiang seemed to have completed its historical mission. The trajectory of history has similar characteristics. Like a person, a river must be present in the face of heavy responsibilities and must bear the responsibility. All the burdens are carried on your shoulders.
In 1965, Bikou began to build a power plant using its abundant water resources. In 1976, the first machine generated power, and the first pearl appeared on the Bailong River. In the 1980s, a large army of gold-rushing and ferrosilicon enterprises with more than 100,000 people flocked to the quiet ancient town, while also bringing a large amount of dust and black pollution to the green mountains, beautiful waters and white clouds and blue sky. The ancient town has been galloping in the modern fast lane for 20 years, and the dried radish, bacon and tofu noodles rich in polluted dust are no longer fragrant. The consequences of industrialization and natural mining were soon awakened by the weight of ecological civilization, the ferrosilicon industry gradually retreated, the brief glory abdicated, and the call of survival occupied a blue sky in the blue mouth. After being damaged by earthquakes in 2008, Bikou began to develop the natural ecological tourism industry.
Ancient Town hummed a small song, soaking the tea fragrance, slightly drunkenness, and in the hazy eyes, a rooster crow, or a crisp sound, knocking down all the ancient prosperity and old traces of the ancient town to the ground. Another slowly rising red sun led another new world. The light of dawn spreads over every corner of Bikou, lifting the veil of dreamy history. What you can see in front of you is today's Bikou.
A woman in Jordan casual red dress, she followed the flat martial arts highway, followed the far-reaching historical footsteps, walked on the modern Bikou New Street, shuttled among the buildings, looked around, looking around to find the shadows left by history.
The small, cramped slum courtyard, once you enter several courtyards, you guard a entrance and exit entrance to the street. A dim, narrow and low aisle, like a throat stretching to the ancient town street, using it to breathe heavily to support the ancient wooden building hidden behind the time, which is covered with dust and snails. At noon, the sun shines down from the narrow patio. On the back, each courtyard will have a rectangular clean blue sky. Under the sky, on iron wires, colorful underwear, stones full of green moss, mops and washing supplies are irregularly stacked, and shoes are lying on the window. The TV sounds very loudly, and the image can be vaguely visible through the wooden window. When they heard the noise, the people living in the house leaned their heads and looked around their windows, but were not surprised or came out to ask. It seems like they came from five hundred years ago, in the deepest part of the slowly flowing time, enjoying every inch of time without any hystericality, waiting and lying with the wooden building, as if a ray of sunshine, a blue sky or a gust of wind and rain from the patio is enough to make life colorful. The old wooden doors, the eaves of the building with clear rafters and tiles, bamboo baskets under the eaves, bamboo mud walls, built stones, spreading moss, idle strings of peppers and piled up bonsai, watched together, so many pedestrians suddenly crowded in the courtyard. The noisy people did not wake up the lying wooden buildings. It squatted peacefully in the depths of the streets of the ancient town, with traces of time written on it, leaving the most special certificate to show the "ancient" identity of the ancient town. The groups of buildings around it surpassed its height with reinforced concrete skeletons and smooth and beautiful colored bricks, and the layers clearly distinguished the yesterday and today of the ancient town. Should brand new buildings be used as colored edges to inlaid in the ancient town today, or should the ancient buildings be used as renderings and preserved in the yesterday of the ancient town?
The antique streets are uniformly planned, with rows of buildings, lanterns hanging, white walls and red windows. The elderly people at the card table can be seen almost everywhere on the street eaves, alleys, and green shades. Rocking chairs are placed, fighting on the chessboard, and crowds are watching. They have long white beards and long hair, and their faces are young. They are wearing slippers and holding tea cups. They sit quietly and concentrate, or lean over and watch, as if they want to forget the sorrow and happiness of the morning and evening. The years are long and the excitement is concentrated in the generals of chariots and horses. The luxuriously decorated shop behind them "dance with the wolf" alone. In the newly built Tea Rhyme Square, the statue of Tea Saint Lu Yu has been stretching his head into the clouds. It seems to be savoring the tea fragrance of Bikou Li Ziba, and it seems to be looking at the tea garden, thinking about how to keep this charm in the "Tea Classic". In the mountains and rivers filled with tea fragrance, he wanted to sow the mystery of the tea ceremony on every inch of land under his feet. At the corner of the street, tea stalls are placed, with large and small bags, and tea bags of different colors are crowded together, waiting for the passers-by to see the truth. The owner has carefully introduced the picking time, character characteristics and prices of various teas. Various tea bags ranging from 200 to 2,000 yuan per kilogram were squeezed on a simple paving board in a low-key manner, waiting to be slowly soaked in a cup of destined water and tasted carefully. At the same time, their sisters must be in the luxurious packaging box, holding their heads and stretching their long necks, and sitting upright on the magnificent container with noble and elegant character and temperament, waiting for the mahogany and purple clay to taste tea and discuss the Tao. In the long sound of the piano, the fragrance of ink, the fragrance of wine, and the lingering poetry, they meet water, the sweet and bitter cups are the same, and the thickness is dependent on each other!
According to legend, Longchiping, the tea village of Majiashan, Bikou Town, has been shrouded in poverty. It has been drought for nine years and has been tortured by hunger and moaning everywhere. The Jade Emperor's envoy travels to the world, understands the people's sentiments, calls the wind and rain to sprinkle sweet rain, saves the people from water and fire, and fights with the demon Black Hawk for seven days. Although it subdues the demon, it is seriously injured and difficult to heal. The people of Majiashan formed a suicide squad and went to Wulong Mountain of the "Mountain of Death" to pick golden silk grass and cure Youlong's serious injuries. This move moved Youlong and decided to stay in the world and share the joys and sorrows with the people of Majiashan. Unexpectedly, the Jade Emperor was furious and believed that Majiashan was full of ravines and ravines and pools, so where could the dragon live? To this end, the people of Majiashan decided to dig a large pond to accommodate the dragon. After three years of time, day after day, the excavated piles of soil towered into a mountain. The large pond with dozens of acres was successfully excavated. This move moved the world. The Jade Emperor was grateful to the dragon, who rode the wind and flew west across thousands of mountains and flew into the pool with cheers.The dragon swings its tail, the earth shakes, and in an instant, the clear water in the pool is full of green waves, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon soars into the sky and shakes violently. The silver-shining dragon scales instantly fall on every ridge of Majia Mountain, turning into countless tea seeds. The following year, the tea trees all over the mountains gather into a sea of tea. People are nourished by the dragon pond, watering the countryside, picking tea, cooking and cooking tea, having enough food and clothing, and living a happy and healthy life. Lying quietly on the top of the mountain among the mountains, the dragon pond is in a beautiful myth of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, like a god, it has the most refreshing sunshine and the most pleasing tea fragrance! The tea fragrance lingers in the tea museum, and visitors are shoulder to shoulder. The historical experience and the truth of facts once again explain the legend of Majiashan keeping pace with the times and using the tea industry to overcome poverty to conquer nature!
At any time, in the face of social development, people will always be the master of the direction of the times!
Xiao Daming, a Bikou person with unique characteristics, witnessed the development and changes of Bikou, and was also watched by the ancient town. What I remember is not his identity as a member of the Standing Committee of the Longnan Municipal CPPCC to participate in politics and make decisions; it is not his former decentralized land and dark Shilonggou, which was once decentralized during the Cultural Revolution, and becomes a destination for ecological tourism and leisure and tourism; it is not his construction of 14 kilometers of roads before the Second Tea Picking Festival in Wen County; it is not his position as the deputy general manager of a state-owned enterprise at the age of 30 and was laid off in 1993 to face a re-choice in life and re-rely reliance on his own; it is not his invitation to journalism while building his own hydropower plant through field inspections; it is not his implementation of more than 7 million yuan of project funds in the construction industry; it is not his cumulative donation of more than 200,000 yuan. As an administrator or boss, these deeds are not enough to touch. What moved me was precisely because he was born in 1966 and braved his sweat to accept interviews and chats with us. His tone was plain and narrated when he adopted Wang Qiang, a 12-year-old boy who was homeless because of his parents' death 10 years ago, his eyes were filled with tears! By chance, I went to the countryside and happened to encounter a separation of flesh and blood, arranged the funeral of the deceased, and helped up the 12-year-old boy who knelt in front of me and called me "Dad". That day, Xiao Daming led his other son home without hesitation, and his biological son had an extra younger brother. The warmth of the family gradually changed Wang Qiang's withdrawn and depressed personality. He had reborn parents in this life with his brother, spent his happy teenage years, and now he has become the vice president of Xiao Daming Chengye Construction Company, preparing to talk about marriage. Xiao Daming planned the long-term development of Bikou with the perspective of the construction industry: a quaint Bikou ancient town, a water street passes by, and the water reflects the yesterday, today and tomorrow of Bikou...
Xu Xiangrong, or I would rather call her "Fresh Bacteria King". She invested 300,000 yuan three years ago to set up the "Fresh Fungi King Health Soup" restaurant. More than a dozen wild edible fungi dried goods with high protein and low fat were transported from Yunnan to Chengdu to Bikou, and boiled them into soups that have beauty and beauty and health benefits. Every day, guests from Xi'an and other places come to taste them. The slogan of Fungi King is "Men's gas station, women's beauty salon, and elderly health hall". Thanks to the beautiful water of Qingshan and fresh mushroom soup, how will Bikou change its beauty? !
We exile our imagination, in the streets of Midnight Bikou, shaking in the hazy drunkenness, stepping on the bluestone path, passing through the depths of the alley, putting enough peppers, and a bowl of spicy hot pot for each person. Then, he hummed the song like a ghost, aimlessly under the dim street lights, continuing to approach the street lights in the distance. Turning around, on the Bailong River, the rainbow bridge flew across the water mist, three or two shadows were stretched out, a dog barking, and a few birds singing. Who is Bailong River whispering to? Is it the river boat that is the only bright in its fire, or is the flowing water and lights filled with mist?
At this moment, no matter whether it was the day five hundred years ago or the day five hundred years later, I held up a cup of tea with my hands, and the fragrance of the tea lingered in the dream, like a dream, and I and Bikou met each other.
Author profile
Lu Minne, female, from Xihe County, Gansu Province. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Lanzhou University and a member of the Gansu Writers Association.More than 100,000 words of prose poems have been published in newspapers and magazines such as Chinese Essayist, Chinese Essay, Literature Monthly, Contemporary Writers, Selected Essays, Western Essays, Blog Posts, Pioneering Literature, Tianshui Literature, Tianshui Daily, Longnan Daily and other newspapers and magazines, as well as China Writers Network. Some works have been included and won awards in monographs such as "The Essence of Chinese Prose", "China in Prose", "Selected Chinese Literary Works", "Selected Hundred Schools of Prose in 2014", "Singing Baishui River", and "The Beautiful Longnan". Some works have won the first prize in the selection of "The Essence of Chinese Prose" and the second prize in the selection of "The Annual Conference of Chinese Prose". He was rated as "Outstanding Literary Youth" by the National Federation of College Literary Society and the Editorial Department of "Youth Literary Star".
The dragon swings its tail, the earth shakes, and in an instant, the clear water in the pool is full of green waves, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon soars into the sky and shakes violently. The silver-shining dragon scales instantly fall on every ridge of Majia Mountain, turning into countless tea seeds. The following year, the tea trees all over the mountains gather into a sea of tea. People are nourished by the dragon pond, watering the countryside, picking tea, cooking and cooking tea, having enough food and clothing, and living a happy and healthy life. Lying quietly on the top of the mountain among the mountains, the dragon pond is in a beautiful myth of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, like a god, it has the most refreshing sunshine and the most pleasing tea fragrance! The tea fragrance lingers in the tea museum, and visitors are shoulder to shoulder. The historical experience and the truth of facts once again explain the legend of Majiashan keeping pace with the times and using the tea industry to overcome poverty to conquer nature!Release news in Wenxian, spread the voice of Wenxian, show the charm of Wenxian, and promote Wenxian products
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At any time, in the face of social development, people will always be the master of the direction of the times!
Xiao Daming, a Bikou person with unique characteristics, witnessed the development and changes of Bikou, and was also watched by the ancient town. What I remember is not his identity as a member of the Standing Committee of the Longnan Municipal CPPCC to participate in politics and make decisions; it is not his former decentralized land and dark Shilonggou, which was once decentralized during the Cultural Revolution, and becomes a destination for ecological tourism and leisure and tourism; it is not his construction of 14 kilometers of roads before the Second Tea Picking Festival in Wen County; it is not his position as the deputy general manager of a state-owned enterprise at the age of 30 and was laid off in 1993 to face a re-choice in life and re-rely reliance on his own; it is not his invitation to journalism while building his own hydropower plant through field inspections; it is not his implementation of more than 7 million yuan of project funds in the construction industry; it is not his cumulative donation of more than 200,000 yuan. As an administrator or boss, these deeds are not enough to touch. What moved me was precisely because he was born in 1966 and braved his sweat to accept interviews and chats with us. His tone was plain and narrated when he adopted Wang Qiang, a 12-year-old boy who was homeless because of his parents' death 10 years ago, his eyes were filled with tears! By chance, I went to the countryside and happened to encounter a separation of flesh and blood, arranged the funeral of the deceased, and helped up the 12-year-old boy who knelt in front of me and called me "Dad". That day, Xiao Daming led his other son home without hesitation, and his biological son had an extra younger brother. The warmth of the family gradually changed Wang Qiang's withdrawn and depressed personality. He had reborn parents in this life with his brother, spent his happy teenage years, and now he has become the vice president of Xiao Daming Chengye Construction Company, preparing to talk about marriage. Xiao Daming planned the long-term development of Bikou with the perspective of the construction industry: a quaint Bikou ancient town, a water street passes by, and the water reflects the yesterday, today and tomorrow of Bikou...
Xu Xiangrong, or I would rather call her "Fresh Bacteria King". She invested 300,000 yuan three years ago to set up the "Fresh Fungi King Health Soup" restaurant. More than a dozen wild edible fungi dried goods with high protein and low fat were transported from Yunnan to Chengdu to Bikou, and boiled them into soups that have beauty and beauty and health benefits. Every day, guests from Xi'an and other places come to taste them. The slogan of Fungi King is "Men's gas station, women's beauty salon, and elderly health hall". Thanks to the beautiful water of Qingshan and fresh mushroom soup, how will Bikou change its beauty? !
We exile our imagination, in the streets of Midnight Bikou, shaking in the hazy drunkenness, stepping on the bluestone path, passing through the depths of the alley, putting enough peppers, and a bowl of spicy hot pot for each person. Then, he hummed the song like a ghost, aimlessly under the dim street lights, continuing to approach the street lights in the distance. Turning around, on the Bailong River, the rainbow bridge flew across the water mist, three or two shadows were stretched out, a dog barking, and a few birds singing. Who is Bailong River whispering to? Is it the river boat that is the only bright in its fire, or is the flowing water and lights filled with mist?
At this moment, no matter whether it was the day five hundred years ago or the day five hundred years later, I held up a cup of tea with my hands, and the fragrance of the tea lingered in the dream, like a dream, and I and Bikou met each other.
Author profile
Lu Minne, female, from Xihe County, Gansu Province. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Lanzhou University and a member of the Gansu Writers Association.More than 100,000 words of prose poems have been published in newspapers and magazines such as Chinese Essayist, Chinese Essay, Literature Monthly, Contemporary Writers, Selected Essays, Western Essays, Blog Posts, Pioneering Literature, Tianshui Literature, Tianshui Daily, Longnan Daily and other newspapers and magazines, as well as China Writers Network. Some works have been included and won awards in monographs such as "The Essence of Chinese Prose", "China in Prose", "Selected Chinese Literary Works", "Selected Hundred Schools of Prose in 2014", "Singing Baishui River", and "The Beautiful Longnan". Some works have won the first prize in the selection of "The Essence of Chinese Prose" and the second prize in the selection of "The Annual Conference of Chinese Prose". He was rated as "Outstanding Literary Youth" by the National Federation of College Literary Society and the Editorial Department of "Youth Literary Star".
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