My maternal grandparents, is Liaoyangzhong County, Liaoning Province, in the water side of the said Yu family house Yangzi bubble.
Because of the bright moon and clear wind like can not be cut off from the hometown of the origin of the feelings, every time someone asked me, I can only say vaguely that I am a northeasterner.
Even if my place of origin is Qixian, Shanxi, but that has been the ancestors of the distant Tongzhi six years before the residence, in my, of course, that is only the family out of a concept of the scope.
I was born in Qiaojia Dawan, lived in the grandfather's relatives uncles ten brothers, eight families of seven grandparents and seven grandparents, as well as their family I can not count the uncles and aunts (three grandmothers and five grandparents died early, I do not even remember what they look like in the photo).
The big family in the small mountain village, I as the eldest grandson of the eldest son, although more than real, but the name of those privileges, in the day after my mother determined to leave the countryside, finally came to an abrupt end.
At that time, I thought, this is not far away from the migration, just to return and go to the expedient, and I have to face the strange, but also just changed the angle of orientation, with the same warmth as the big bay of the moon and wind.
How do I know, this step out, even a walk is forty years, and after the habit of becoming a natural footsteps, a moment did not stop the meaning.
Over time, actually the extravagant hope, to be in the leaves of the soul of an expatriate, so in the journey to chase the scenery, all the way to the light, contradictory into the wind of the other side of the moon with the circle of joy and not return.
A big river
4000 BC, the Sumerians began to establish the Mesopotamian civilization, the choice of the Tigris River and the Euphrates River in the middle and lower reaches of the crescent-shaped fertile land.
Similarly, in 4000 BC, the ancestors of the Chinese nation, relying on the Yellow River Basin in the north and the Yangtze River Basin in the south, prospered and integrated with each other, and gradually established the Chinese civilization, which shone brightly in the world!
Water is the fundamental source of life. Thus, every molecule of the development of human society and civilization progress, in the large and small riverside riverbanks, quietly sparkling with the personality of the weak life of the magnificent.
The year I encountered the river, I was thirteen years old, that is, the cicadas do not know the snow of that thirteen years old ......
There is no water in the river, because of the cold, the river is a mirror like the brightly shaking ice spread to go.
Dozens of meters wide riverbed, not as wide as the water surface of Songhua Lake, but much wider than the river in the big bay, so it should be a veritable big river - I think so, out of the skidding alone in the bright ice, look at the bank with the same as the big bay in the red willows, but also hung with the white frost. Near and far, a group of children playing ice, from time to time from my side of the skate, but there is no one I am familiar with playmates.
The Henan side of the island on a single-family master Li's family, is doing the eldest son of the inverted door of the marriage, into the family to go to the female side, is the Qiaojia Dawan only daughter of the Zhu family, the achievement of this marriage, is living in the north of the town of Hebei, four masters of the family's uncle. This has been followed by the dead biological father surnamed Wang's uncle, is not the fourth master's own son, but in our need to find when the captain of the master Li, to help us place the family in this across the river near the town of the village.
Master Li's youngest son was even younger than me, limping with a crippled leg left by penicillin injections, carrying a bamboo pole to bombard a group of small and large children. The young cripple called "Guojun", look long with his name as handsome, perhaps because his leg also represents the level of the "national doctor" at that time, and then we playfully and not lack of intimacy called him "national cripple". "The first time I saw him was when he was a young man, and he was a young man who had a lot of money.
"State crippled" from a young age, no mother, the love of Master Li, older siblings of the spoiled, the village neighbors of tolerance, so that this little guy has developed the only other bossy.
Looking at the "national cripple" this moment of favor flaunted, I endured the Great Bay of nostalgia, in the crowd of strangers, to find the bride accompanied by her mother, asked for a good time to go home, boarding the feet of the "ice skates", before the war sent out the The first thing I did was to go back to the house, and then I went back to the house, and then I went back to the house.
Uncle's family lives in a large town, dozens of times larger than Qiaojia Dawan, but there is no grandpa's house as grand as the big house. Instead, the town northwest of the white-capped bald mountains, scattered rows of red walls and green tiles of the workers' new village, looks quite elegant. Uncle said, where live the provincial metallurgical mine of more than 20,000 people, more than the town's residents, to go to Dawan down to the countryside of the set of knowledge, is this gold mine.
I fantasized about whether I would see a handful of Uncle Lei and Uncle Ding who gave me a barge gun here, while sliding upstream to the big river. The winter sun, mumbling, shone down on the strands of snow shrapnel in the river, changing and fluttering on the clanking ice.
On both sides of the river, there are intermittent and continuous in the size of the village, the ancient elm on the flower magpies chirping, I stopped in the river to look at them, and saw the treetops hanging on the white sun, and froze in place at once.
The textbooks have been telling me: "A river of spring water flows eastward", the big bay of the South Creek, the small North River also flowed all the way to the east into the Songhua Lake, the foot of the big river, but it is the opposite of the flow to the west.
The sun, just south of the head shining, the river ice gap in the overflow of the extended flow of water, unhurriedly downstream to eat the snow on the ice ......
Later I slowly know, this one more than 70 kilometers of the river is called "Muqihe". People go higher, water flows lower natural law, so that childish minds accept the romantic limitations of culture, in the gradual clarification of geographical subordination, slowly correcting the concept of fuzzy deviation - even if the two mother rivers of the Chinese nation unchanged from time immemorial eastward into the sea, is the overall geographic characteristics of the Huaxia land of the west and high and low in the east due to the water flows lower, the same can make the Yarlung Zangbo River flow to the west, so that it can be used as the source of the Yarlung Zangbo River. As well as the Yarlung Zangbo River, a leisurely and comfortable step south out of the country.
After the first heavy snowfall in winter, this year's snow is not much, the roofs of the people in the town of Hebei are exposed to the old tiles of green and gray, interspersed with thatched thatched black and brown, and curled up in the edge of a large area of meadows under the northern mountains.
The south bank of the Wuqiu River wrapped around the "national crippled" around the island, is also a piece of the bottom of the valley meadows can not see the edge. These two pieces of fertile soil from ancient times, to the river on the alluvial plains of the ancient town on the plateau, given a wind from the landscape, hieroglyphics in the extremely natural title - two dianzi.
The Muqi River. The name, but from the Manchu "Muchen Bila", is to float "raft" of the big "river".
The knot wood for logging straight to the Songhua River scene, the account of the Manchu culture of wood gangs of historical relics, and the river on both sides of the recently discovered Neolithic and Bronze Age remains, but enough to the river awe-inspiring civilization, the right to start to five thousand years ago!
Muqi River, of course, is also a long history of civilization of the river!
It was only when I was a teenager, stepping on the solid river ice, I could not understand the thickness of the civilization of this big river.
The teenager's thin emotion, that time let my heart can not understand is the same, that particular period of history, because the "catching fish and shrimp" as trivial as the chicken, how to offend the hands for the rain of the state machinery, so that the hard-working rich dad, down to the old family, the "dictatorship of the proletariat". "The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
And this is precisely the mother led the young us to leave the country, one of the reasons for abandoning the darkness.
Loyalty, because the bargaining chip of betrayal is not big enough; and betrayal, because the price of loyalty is too bloody!
The tree moved will die, people move to seek to live! Can not change the harsh environment, mother and father chose to "go for the best plan", so that I have been lucky to start enjoying the blessings of the river!
The wooden river was erected at that time, is a large wooden bridge. Seven, eight pentagonal wooden piers, stuffed with solid large stones. Facing the water surface of the thick wooden columns, three or four meters high position, vaguely imprinted with the water stains, so I can not guess at the moment meek and prostrate small silver dragon, the peak of the flood in the ripples, will be nurtured how to destroy the power. Four or five basin mouth thick logs, side by side into the uneven bridge. Trembling, I walked back and forth on it, exercise after the opening of the river must pass through the courage at the same time, but also let me know the length of the bridge, not less than one hundred and fifty meters.
This can not pass under the wooden bridge, a month later finally came to the end of the remodeling of the father.
Behind my father, there were two big cars with four horses, loaded with corn and soybeans from the old country. These soaked in the sweat of the parents of the grain, once let my new home neighbors, red in the face for a long time - at that time the production team's daily value of work, always hovering in a few cents there, and even negative daily value of the bad years. So I have a vague feeling that after leaving the affluent base of Dawan, the reunited family will have countless hardships in front of them.
This new river in my eyes, before me, before mankind flowed here, pouring all its tireless to feed every life here, but also must have witnessed the two sides of the national suffering and unyielding resistance to rise.
In the winter of that year, the father of the "national cripple" gave us a reminiscence of the bitter sweetness on a winter night when the wind and snow were raging. He said, the year the brats captured the laborers, is a "gaba" cold winter, people in the Japanese at gunpoint, in this river to the downstream of the Songhua River transport timber: "There was no thick cotton clothes to wear, day and night in the river to catch up with the oxen pulling wood plows, inhumane brats do not give a full meal, can not walk to sit on the wood, but also to eat, to eat. The first time I saw the car, I saw the car, and then I saw the car, and then I saw the car, and then I saw the car, and then I saw the car. Wood River, this one once also carried the suffering and humiliation of the river, to me, but later in the decade years, with her sweet water, with her nourished out of the sweet rice, the ignorance of me, slowly raised.
The warm water of the Muqi River soothes the pain of my repeated setbacks; the rushing rapids of the Muqi River inspire me to rise up and fight for the courage of my setbacks.
Muqi River, listened to me sing the future of the "Let's Swing Oars"; Muqi River, also listened to me sing the defiance of the injustice of the "Iron Heart"; Muqi River, listened to me sing the more frustrated and courageous "start again"!
Many years later, I was in his hometown, to my Muqihe sing "hometown clouds", sing "as long as you", but also for her to sing the heart of the everlasting "beautiful myth"!
Muqi River, the river of my hometown - the moon shines brightly on a thousand rivers, my hometown is in my heart!
In the insignificant life travel, Muqi River, I have been in the name of a drop of water, into the passionate surge of your vast river culture!
After treading thousands of mountains, through the world of dust, the most beautiful love in the heart of the traveler is still you - Muqi River, my bright moon in the heart, the eternal hometown!