I have dreams of Xinjiang prairie blue days all the scenery on the Tuo River Phoenix. Person's life experience too, if this natural beauty, will never forget, so in the city bustling noisy reality, long live the kind of nostalgia remain in the minds of the good impression.
Wang Zengqi once described Mr. Shen Cong-wen: "Shen Cong-wen in a long living thousands of miles of Yuanshui a lifetime, 20-year-old previously lived in Yuanshui the edge of land, after the age of 20 living in this land of the impression." Mother home The attachment, in my years of growing up countless times to travel back to Hunan, silently affect me. Though not born, live here, but I found the blood flowing Tujia understand the customs here are familiar with the local language, are used to eating hot pepper, this piece of land on the western Hunan, resulting in a strange feeling.
This summer, I return to Phoenix. Last year, paper-cut of the Hmong mother still sitting there, gate hole still sounded Hulusi melodious music. River Phoenix cozy evening, the streets are sparse visitors, a pleasant river boatmen's oars, shouting songs, embankment Muchubangbang the sound of the housewives in the laundry, children clothes off naked in one leap jumped into the river on the play. Time here, such as a general stagnation. Visitors came and went, to re-visit those who changed moods but style as before the ancient city of Phoenix.
The edge of our own house Tuojiang finally repaired, the family with the mother's maiden name to be cited, names such as "Bear family house." Grandfather Li south, and from the man is a childhood friend of classmate. War era, from Nanjing to return home to engage in teaching and educating the staff, who was a famous scholar Phoenix. Now, wandering back to their hometown outside of wandering, in the Hongqiao side set up a small home. While not return to the past prosperity of the day and the prosperity of the family, but a round of the elders were the long-term roots of the wish. The old three-Diaojiaolou, there are stairs leading to river, is a small pier. A small but elegant house, the feeling is rooted warmth. Early morning river mist the surface of transitory man under the sun slowly disappeared, Diaojiaolou been getting up early on the boards creak fed from people who held down, the ancient city of small shops accompanied by bursts of smoke wafting aroma. And elsewhere in China, like cities and towns, the southwestern border town of ordinary day in Yuanshui continuous flow through the ages, in hard-working people are busy to start.
I went through the old alley, a shop house actually came Teresa Teng "Tian Mi Mi" and singing, let me recall many stories indistinct indistinct trance, reality and memories turn transform that knowing that they live where inter-Yi Sha. What a gentle, sweet song ah! Sweet Honey, do you smile sweet honey, like flowers open in the spring breeze. Where, where you have seen. Your smile so familiar with the moment I can not remember. Ah, in the dream!
I was sitting on the rock jump, his feet into the cold river in the distance the beautiful Hongqiao. I sit quiet, let the river rolls over my legs, listening to the voices of euphemism and moving water. Water flow ah, you listen to that song children sing: Some people envy you, free to stream, I would like to change to make you, ah travel freely throughout tour. If the water can turn away, would you please take me away. If I was clear water, I do not look back ... ... an instant, long hair cut again, leaving a friend reappeared,似水of Love, the young back, but if this river is over.
OK to Shen Cong-wen section of the cemetery Tuo, embankments do not have many tourists. Silent Hill, Tsui get people to mind rippling. The river can be completely transparent, the two sides mountains into the river, the soft like a veil infected with the color to green like jade immersed in ice inside. Also, you listen, you listen, quietly listen to the mountain forests birds singing it, singing it in the river, far rains grinder's paddle across the river of sound, crash, crash. My eyes, ears, limbs, my body felt refreshing to readily. This sounds, colors, this river the wind was blowing cool, this quiet and touching scenes, how can I have described is not out, pen can not write, the words can not tell, photos, records do not down!
Sandwiched river winds blowing to the river's cold at night so relieved to Phoenix from the heat, cool down. I especially remember the night that has shown signs of cardiac Tuojiang feeling: In the darkness, along the way in the past reveals a moderate bright Diaojiaolou people, hung glowing red lanterns, this is a charming night painting. Night is completely black. Red, is pure red. Red lanterns, like the black night of the fireworks, monochrome contrast, it was sultry stunning!
Boundless night, hazy lines of the mountains, the stars, though turned into the Milky Way, but not eye-catching, in the night exudes Rourou light. At the foot of the river flow, have been melting away in the cool river water with the wind. Late at night, people Diaojiaolou on Xixishushu language, sounds, and gradually, as pre-clinical sleep nonsense, gradually, and fell asleep. Tuojiang the night is so quiet, gentle static. Quiet night, and only this silver bell-like sounds of the gurgling sound of a river. Jiang Feng breeze in my face, I have paintings in the night, quietly humming a song: Love似水flow, blink of an eye is soft spring breeze, layer upon layer of Acacia are also countless more. Abroad cold dew wind thicker, counseling Jun sooner or later to take care of and look forward to another reunion in future to share in white in the first ... ... Gradually, I have drunk in the water sound sleep.
Another night, is full of river WATER LANTERNS. No, that is the sky of the Milky Way where the stars fell into the Tuojiang! Boat people put in the upstream WATER LANTERNS, red, yellow, green children, and full of shining a river, and then downstream draw down Bank of China in Jiangsheng Dengying. Lights over the river with water in the river rafting, river surface of the light breeze blowing Weiwei children unsteadily, the flickering of the shining, like the darkness, to hide the beauty of blink blink exposed woman, still see the wind-induced. That night the stars fell into the river, but also crashed into the human heart.
A place, if the purely landscape, good-looking, then it's OK then a bit monotonous. Ever, man and nature are inseparable. Phoenix well known, in addition to oral legend of tourists and the authorities of the intention to promote, but also because it is the writer Shen Cong-wen, the painter Huang Yongyu's hometown, is Xiong Xiling, Tian Shu-xing, Zheng Che-hung, a prominent figure in the Republican period, and so the home. Here is a number of awards won the United Nations, where skilled artists. A small border town, but it is celebrities come forth in large land. Mr. Shen Cong-wen's text, in addition to depicting the landscape western Hunan, more is the person who wrote here. No one can describe the more human image of Hunan! Now we do not have a chance to meet with the last known person, able to personally experience here, these people described by Mr. Shen. They are simple, and good, is sturdy, rough, and they love the life, Look at Tiaodan woman, look at the boatman shouted, Barcarolle how to sing loud. They are lovely people!
I laugh at some of the city to people, lament no longer here, simple and sincere, with their tacky shallow look at the people here. Hunan people have never been smart. For thousands of years, Yuanshui the edge of a difficult life, never put between trade in goods, Stockades and Stockades fighting, Hmong and the Chinese war, refining on the western Hunan were smart competent, tenacious sturdy character. Where all personnel and customs, How can it be a simple four-character can be summed up in simple and sincere. The arrival of tourists and times of baptism, Phoenix is no longer the old, when the strength of world change, no one can stop this. But the days have changed, one soil nurtured the human personality, but will not change. The people here are still guests warm, kind, goods transactions is still fair trade. Here lived a long time, people inside the ancient city are familiar with each other. Also because the ancestors of the reasons, many people who know our family. Our house is within a few months, on the edge of the Tuojiang well known that many people. It bears mention a family of nine brothers and sisters repair Diaojiaolou, all of them can be pointed out that our position. Even his mother bought on the market is still only young chicks at night to attract cruise business are well aware of the lovely young girl, laughing asked my mother: "Auntie, chicken cubs are still very small you kill ah, poor yo." She sat home, boat, and thus was often and say hello to familiar friends. Phoenix lovely people, ah!
So I live in this nature, the left, still cherish the rivers and mountains of the Phoenix. Perhaps I, like from a man, like living in a beautiful landscape for this piece of impression.
The first draft in August 2003 to make room in Phoenix October 13, 2003 at 23:00 finishing at home in Guangzhou
Author: brightwendy
