I couldn't sit still, stood up to the window, and yelled at the sky, "Boy, so you've matured a long time ago!"
(3)
It was midnight when I arrived at Lijiang Old Town. Under the illumination of the Chinese lamps, a gentle rain drifted on the black roofs, and the rainwater dripped down along the ditches made of stacked black tiles, and crumbled into flowers of different colors on the streets paved with big stones.
I walked quietly from the entrance along the river into the old city. There is only one river in the ancient city - the Yuquan River - and the water flows down from the nearby snow-capped mountains, clear and pure. The clever Naxi people, divided this river into three, and then along the three tributaries, laid green stone slabs, built neat streets, and the skeleton of the ancient city was laid.
Taking a short break, I continued my journey and walked to the Square of the Four Directions. The square is the place where the three tributaries meet again, and the place where they run into the four directions again. The square is as big as two basketball courts and consists of countless tiny pebbles. Once the rain falls to the ground, it flows into the river along the gap between the pebbles. It is said that this is the last stopping place of the Tea Horse Road out of Lijiang. Ancient horse caravans hard on top of the plateau close to heaven, along the valleys between the lofty mountains, stepping out a road connecting Yunnan and Tibet, from which the brave forefathers would be able to reach Nepal, Burma and India. It was this road that, during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, after the Yunnan-Burma International Corridor was cut off, made it possible for strategic materials to be transported into China in a steady stream, and contributed to the victory of the War of Resistance. I stood in the center of the four-square square, listening to the sound of the rain splashing, as if in my mind appeared the hans of all nationalities, where they ate rice, drank milk wine and danced, with the noisy sounds of the people and the bells of the horses ringing into the air. Soon, the team of horses was carrying full loads of goods on the treacherous and idealistic ancient road.
Surrounding the plaza were four streets, fanning out in all directions from the plaza, hence the name Quadrangle. I walked down one of them - Xinyi Street. The stores on both sides were already closed, and the shadows of three or four pedestrians were left on the road, with only the crisp sound of rainwater accompanying the rhythm of my footsteps, and only the slanting shadows following me intimately.
I followed this street, walking down, walking down, the lights gradually thinned out, a barbecue under the eaves of the Lijiang old lady called out to me, and vigorously pointing a finger to this bottomless street. For a long time, I finally understood what she meant: "There are no lights down there, the road is still long." Only then did I stop in my tracks and buy a couple of lamb kebabs from her, chewing on them as I asked her some questions. She answered me aloud as she busily grilled them for a few travelers like me. I had no idea what she was talking about, and perhaps she didn't understand me either. I looked up at her fire-stained face, already black on black, with wrinkles like the roots of an ancient tree, crisscrossing it. I said out loud to her, "Thank you!" She caught on and broke into a grin. I also smiled, night travel ancient city, let me realize, only avoid the day luxury rich stores, avoid the daytime dense travelers, can listen to the heartbeat of the ancient city.
So, I simply climbed to the majority of travelers left behind built in the Lijiang ancient city north of the peak of the Wan Song building. Under the thousand-year-old cypress in front of the building, I overlooked the black tiles of the old city, the rolling ancient houses, the willow trees that appeared and disappeared under the light, as if I had peeped into the courtyard hidden by the high walls of the ancient houses, and heard the sound of the flowing water.
(4)
The ideals of ordinary Chinese people are united in Xiang Yu.
While Xiang Yu is said to be from a noble family, when he hid with his uncle Xiang Liang in Jiangdong, he was already "not a sizeable place", and he only relied on the courage of "pulling out the sword and chopping off the head of the guards" to "take advantage of the situation to rise up in the middle of the Long Mu "He raised 8,000 elite soldiers from Wuzhong and raised the anti-Qin flag. From then on, Xiang Yu rode the frontier, "when the broken, hit the service, never defeated", overthrowing the Qin Dynasty, dominating the world, commanding the vassals. In the middle of this, the countless Chinese people's *** with the dream: from a commoner upward into the emperor, realizing the myth of "the king and his vassals will be better than the seed". Chen Sheng's unrealized ideal was realized in Xiang Yu. In this sense, Xiang Yu was the first person who went from a commoner to an emperor, and the first person who realized the dream of a commoner emperor. Not only that, Xiang Yu's rise was also highly dramatic, which held the fantasy of the people's uprising. Sima Qian exclaimed, "In three years, Xiang Yu was able to exterminate the Qin Dynasty and split the world, and then he was granted the title of "King of Kings", which was not the end of his reign, and has not been seen since the ancient times." Only three years, Xiang Yu led the army of the vassals to destroy the army of the powerful Qin Dynasty; only three years, let Xiang Yu from the bottom of the society to the top. This dramatic rise was so dramatic that even the Grand Historian of China suspected that Xiang Yu was a descendant of Shun!
The body of Xiang Yu also unites the ideals of the courageous character of the people of China. Xiang Yu's courage is unrivaled in the world. He chopped off the head of the guards and started the Jiangdong soldiers, he chopped off the champion of the Qingzi and led the Chu army, he made a great effort to save Zhao Julu, he was angry at Lou Bao so that he did not dare to send arrows, and after the siege, he single-handedly won three victories over the Han army until he killed himself on the Wujiang River. This is an unprecedented man of valor. He subverted the soft and elegant style of Chinese men, and set up a monument of strength that no one can reach.
The body of Xiang Yu also unites the many regrets of the people of China.
His body is cohesive with the life regret of failing to accomplish anything. Xiang Yu would have been ruthless and broken in the Hongmen Banquet if only he had positioned his life goal as an emperor instead of a hegemon. If he had been a little more hard-hearted, he could have cut off his only rival, Liu Bang, and reigned over the world.
If he had curbed his homesickness and used Guanzhong, with its mountains and rivers and fertile land, as his base, he could have dominated the world without worrying about his future.
If he had listened to Fan Zeng's advice instead of negotiating peace with the Han army after invading the canal at Xingyang, he could also have put his political opponents to death.
The Xiang Yu who had courage but lacked eyesight, the Xiang Yu who lacked political vision, the Xiang Yu who couldn't use people, the Xiang Yu who was a womanizer lost his chances when they came again and again - Hongmen Banquet, Backstabbing Chu, and dividing up the vassals... ...
After accomplishing his hegemony, he finally lost his battle and failed to become the great emperor after Qin Shi Huangdi. This regret makes how many people who love Xiang Yu sigh.
Xiang Yu's suicide by cutting his own throat in the Wujiang River is a sign of the deep regret of the people of China. Chinese people seem to be very focused on the idea of holding back in order to do something, and they are used to living in humiliation. Xiang Yu subverted this secular and depressed trend with the iron bones of a man. After he broke through the Wujiang River, he could have crossed the river in the boat of the Wujiang Pavilion Chief, and went to Jiangdong to rule the country, or at least be a recluse, but Xiang Yu refused to do so. At this point, Du Mu felt incomprehensible, he said in the "title Wujiang Pavilion": "victory and defeat of the military affairs are not expected, the shame and humiliation is a man. The children of Jiangdong are very talented, and their comeback is yet to be known." The "comeback" is naturally the poet's wishful thinking, but we can see from this, how many people feel pity for Xiang Yu's suicide, in their hearts, Xiang Yu should be like Han Xin, like the crotch humiliation, like Goujian, like the courage to taste the pay, and should be like Xie An, but Du Mu does not know, Xiang Yu is not Han Xin, not Goujian, but Xiang Yu is not Han Xin, not Goujian. But Du Mu did not know that Xiang Yu was not Han Xin, not Gou Tramp, and not Xie An. He is an extremely self-respecting war general, in the choice between life and death, he smiled and said: "Heaven's death of me, why do I ferry for?" His smile is the strong affirmation of his own heroic behavior, the pride of his own bravery champion of the world, his life for the war, but also for the war and death, where there will be the idea of mettlesome. He is a strong sense of shame just Han, in the face of life, he said: "book and Jiangdong children 8,000 people across the river and west, now no one back, even if the father and brother of Jiangdong pity and king me, how I face to see! Even if they don't say anything, I am not ashamed of my heart!" This is the righteousness of living and dying together, this is the persistence of fighting as a cause, the shame of Goujian is personal, the shame of Han Xin is also personal, Xie An's temporary retreat is even more personal, but only Xiang Yu is for the collective, for the warrior, for the cause. Du Mu's bosom probably only allows him to stay in his private narrow vision. When there was still hope of life, Xiang Yu chose to die; in the choice of honor and life, Xiang Yu cut his own throat without hesitation. What a magnificent action this is, how can a thousand years down the line not make cowards sweat!
Xiang Yu's body also embodies people's love for heroes and beauties regret. In the traditional Chinese mentality, heroes must be matched with beautiful women in order to complement each other with flowers and leaves. Ming Chen Jiru in the "Fan Mu outside the biography," said Xiang Yu heroes, sword quenching people, eyes do not blink, is the heart of the God withered, and ultimately can not break the love of Yu. Indeed, a real hero should be a true man of character, a sentimental man. Xiang Yu is such a hero. In the heart of every nation, we all hope that the hero's beauty can end in a happy ending. Even after the hero fails in his career, he can still get out of the jianghu and take the beautiful woman with him. But Xiang Yu could not. A bloodthirsty man cannot take love as a potion for career failure, so when he cut his own throat in Wujiang River to show his favoritism, he was actually showing favoritism. This hero of the world sang generously in the midst of the chorus of songs: "The force of the mountains is strong and the air is strong. The time is not favorable and Zhui piebald will not pass away. Zhui does not pass away, but what can be done about it? Yu Ruoxi Yu Ruoxi Nai Ruo He." The song of this hero at the end of the road, this strong and sad song, is enough to make all mortals feel that fate is so unfair, life is so impermanent, and the dream of a happy ending is so difficult to come true! With a great deal of emotion, Tai Shi Gong, in a mood of immense regret, engraved the generous and sad scene of the king's farewell to his concubine forever in the soul of the country.
In the body of Xiang Yu, a "rare failed hero" (Lu Xun's words), there may be many, many sentiments, you and I need to realize, to dig, to **** Ming. However, no matter how much regret you have for Xiang Yu, no matter how much dissatisfaction you have for Xiang Yu, as a man of blood, probably never forget the female lyricist Li Qingzhao's poem: life should be a man of honor, death is also a ghost hero. To this day, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River!
(5)
I miss Normal University, what I can't forget is her door.
That early fall, the warm sun baked the asphalt road like the black frying pan of pancakes. My mother squeezed out of the bus from the people sticking to the people, from the car luggage out of the date-red suitcase, on the shoulder, and picked up a big "snakeskin bag", towards the door of the University of Normalcy. I said, "Mom, I'll take the suitcase." My mother stubbornly said, "The box is heavy, you can't carry it." My mother stumbled in front of me, and I followed with a duffel bag on my back to the gate.
I looked at the door, which could only accommodate a minibus, and which was lonely and open on the side of the road from Jinhua to Luodian, and if you didn't pay special attention to it, you would never notice that there was even a door here. The left side of the door, hung with a one-person long, a palm width of a narrow wooden sign, wooden signs through the rain and the sun's sunshine, has been dry and cracked, which, on the contrary, highlights has not been completely peeled off the black paint word: Zhejiang Normal University. There is no celebrity inscription, no bright colors, not to mention the grandeur of the momentum, only gray cement road, gray cement wall in silence accompanied by the gray door. My legs heavy up, guilt and like a tidal wave of influx - study hard, only to end up with such a teacher training school, so I have what face to let my mother thousands of miles to send me to come! However, my mother seemed to be very excited, she said, "This door is very friendly, much like the door of the brigade headquarters in our village." After saying that, she walked into the gate.
For the next two years, I took the bus home from the gate, and then took the bus from home to the gate to return to school. The days were as ordinary as this gate. Around the second semester of my sophomore year, the school doubled in size and began building a new gate. When I rejoined the school in the early fall of my junior year, a magnificent gate had been erected at the end of the main road leading from Jinhua to Luojiatang.
It was the gate without the door, wide enough for four buses to enter the school at the same time, with a long iron fence standing on wheels, which started slowly whenever a car entered or exited, and waited about a long, long time before it drove from one end of the gate to the other, and a long, long time before it drove from the other end of the gate back to this end. On the left side of the door is a large marble wall with the words "Zhejiang Normal University" written on it in six big black letters, which shows the solemnity even though there are no inscriptions from famous people.
The second day of school, the students were scrambling to the door, and my roommate and I also went. I stood in front of the door, put one hand on my waist, the other hand up on the marble, then realized that the words on the marble than my raised hand is a head higher. I tried to hide the word "Teacher's Training" behind it, but it was too big, and no matter how I repositioned it, the camera always recorded the school's identity, my footprints.
We seem to have left the old gate in the cold as we walk in and out of the new one. When night came, the neon lights of the avenue came on, the music in the dance halls of Locke's Pond played as expected, the doors of the video stores opened in turn, and billboards filled the streets. Schoolchildren flocked out of the gate in droves, and soon the dance hall moved with soft and coquettish footsteps, and the seats in the video store gradually filled up as usual. At midnight, when the lights went out, the students went to the snack bar to have a snack, and every snack had to have fried screws. At that time, the fried screws were all caught from the clear water of the pond river, without a little sludge, accompanied by red chili peppers, the boys chewed on the screw meat, while "oblique" shouting that tasted great, while shouting that they want to find a girlfriend. The days seemed to fill up all of a sudden.
That year, a few of my roommates went crazy to dance and get girlfriends. So they went out of the gate day after day and went to Locke's Pond night after night. After countless failures, everyone seemed to be getting somewhere. Ah Jiang found a girlfriend from the foreign language department, who was dirt poor but spoke foreign languages after all. Ah Yu found his Chinese department girlfriend, although not very pretty, but has the richness and atmosphere of a city girl. Ajie met a beautiful woman who worked for two years and went back to the teacher's college for further study. Although she is a bit older, her control of men's hand makes the handsome Ajie intoxicated. Everyone is intoxicated in happiness, day and night from the gate to walk out of the song and dance, day and night, late at night, and his girlfriend snuggled with each other from the gate to walk in. The gate witnessed the passion and desire of a pair of young men and women. Before graduation, Ah Yu, Ah Jie and Ah Jiang broke up with their girlfriends. On the night of parting, we got drunk and walked to the gate of the university with each other. I said, "Do you regret it?" The three of them put their arms around each other in the doorway, posed in a triumphant manner, and shouted together, "I don't wish for a long life, but I wish I had one!"
In the year the gate was built, I met my girlfriend. We met not in a ballroom, but in the student union studio. It's something I've always been proud of. We went from taking pictures together, to falling in love with each other, to coming together, without fail, accumulating emotions from studying together and living together. We often went to the Shaw Library in the evening to read books, the library is closed at 9:30, at this time, we came out, along the moon lake, along the long gray concrete road, walking under the shade of the thick forest, at the end of the walk, there is the old school gate, the gate that has been left out of the cold, in the cold fluorescent light of the illumination of the even more lonely. I told my girlfriend that my mother had carried a suitcase from this gate to send me to school. I couldn't let her down. My girlfriend then gazed quietly at the banjos on this gate and fell into deep thought.
When we graduated, we parted at the gate. I told her, "You get in the car first, I'll see you off." She said, "You get in the car first, I'll walk you." In the end, we got into our respective cars headed for our hometowns together, even if we were seeing each other off. However, as soon as we stepped into the car, our sight was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, and we could no longer see each other's eyes. We could only listen to the sound of the car's horn and watch the school's gate get farther and farther away from us.
The days passed silently like water. When I returned to my alma mater, I was already ten years away from graduation, and my former girlfriend had become my wife and the mother of my daughter. I drove a car with my mother, daughter to send his wife back to his alma mater to read a master's degree in education, the car to the gate, I realized that the fence gate has been locked, the right side of the conveyor room is also closed, leaving only the "Zhejiang Normal University," six big words, although covered with some dust, but still very spiritually quiet standing there, the door to the large open space in front of a person is not there. I quickly called my classmates, my classmates said I "old back", even the new gate do not know, even the school is five times larger do not know.
When I rolled over to the new gate, it dawned on me that the original gate was opened at the south end of the original cafeteria, the north side of the mountain. I distinctly remember in many cold winter nights, a few buddies in our dormitory, climbed out of the short iron door to the couple restaurant feast scene. It was snowing outside, steaming inside, and the sound of loud punches and bravado about the future shook the snow from the maple trees by the small store.
And now, a few big pillars top broken sky, open square let you have a sense of the sea and the sky. Zhejiang Normal University a few strong words, relief-like protruding under the dome of the sky, straight avenue straight through the campus, you look at the end of the surprisingly, I do not see the end. Mother fast-talking: "This door is really grand, I came back then, can be small, I just squeeze through a person." The wife said dreamily, "Is this the school I want to attend." My daughter just ran around the square and suddenly came over and said, "Daddy, is this the place where you have studied?" I nodded and tears flowed from my eyes.
(6)
Mr. Zhu Ziqing puts down his pen from the most representative scenery of Wenzhou--"Yan Mountain" and "Ouhai (River)". He first took the perspective of looking up to write the yandang mountain tall and craggy, magnificent world; and then take the perspective of writing the ouhai tide rise and fall, magnificent. This writing vision is very broad, write the scenery of the magnificent.
The beauty of Yandang Mountain and Ouhai tide is not to be mentioned today. Even in ancient times, it has long been famous. Wenzhou was already established in the Western Han Dynasty and was known as the kingdom of "Dong'ou".
The author then transitioned naturally from the natural scenery to the characters. The "see the bell spirit Yuxiu" is to carry on the above, "peach and plum green" is to open the following."" The "peach and plum" is not only about the beauty of nature, but also a double entendre that visualizes the flourishing of talents.
So where do so many talents come from? The author of the water to lead to the cradle of the training of talent - the provincial tenth middle school (now Wenzhou Middle School)." Zhongshan" is Zhejiang Province, the tenth middle school junior high school (now Cangqiao Lane Experimental Middle School site) behind the hill. Pre-existing Pavilion in Zhejiang Province, the tenth middle school in the high school (now the west of the front of the Department of the first), in honor of the late Qing Dynasty Park scholar, educator, Wenzhou High School founder Sun Yijiang and built. Sun Yijiang word Zhongrong, No. Pre. Therefore, it is said to Huai Preliminary Pavilion. The author of this school. Immediately after that, the author wrote "hard lectures and recitations" ④ not only wrote out the teacher's dedication, diligently cultivate the students' situation, but also wrote out the students' diligence to study." Sitting in the spring breeze" not only describes the teacher's high level of learning and teaching, but also describes the students' attitude of listening attentively and being educated. The author shows us a beautiful picture of educational life, and in this picture, he has sent his high ideals of education.
First of all, he puts forward the ideal of teacher-student relationship. Unlike some of the so-called education experts nowadays who put forward such and such slogans, one moment taking the teacher as the main body, and the next emphasizing the student as the main body, the author pays attention to the educator and the educated objectively and comprehensively and believes that education is the harmonious interaction between the two and the intermingling of the milk and the water.
Secondly, he put forward the ideals of teachers and students in terms of moral qualities: to be an outstanding young man with ambition, to protect the motherland - "Yingqi Kuangguo"; and to be a moral "saint", to contribute to the enlightenment of the people's wisdom - "as a saint of enlightenment"!
Once again, he put forward the ideal of teachers and students in doing learning: "up and down the ancient and modern a smelting, east and west of learning and art is the same."" Smelt" is the meaning of smelting into a furnace." The word "with" means "to integrate". You" is an auxiliary word without meaning. The meaning of this sentence is that teachers and students should integrate the knowledge and learning of the ancient and modern worlds and forge new knowledge and learning. Through this sentence, he puts forward the principle of doing scholarship: there should be a broad vision, be open-minded, have a solid accumulation of traditional culture, and have an eclectic "learning from the East and the West" academic quality.
This is a solid and heavy declaration of education! This is how majestic and far-reaching educational ideals! It is still inspiring to read it today, more than eighty years later.
(7)
In March, 1923, he came to Wenzhou, and in February, 1924, he went to Ningbo, and in the rush of nearly a year, his footprints stayed y in Wenzhou. He wrote "traces of wenzhou", more to his livelihood in zhejiang province tenth middle school (now wenzhou middle school) left a precious school-based cultural resources. He wrote the school motto "Yingqi Kuangguo, as a saint enlightenment" to attract and enhance the dream pursuit of generations of Wenzhou Middle School students, inspired generations of Wenzhou Middle School teachers to realize the educational ideals; he wrote the school song "Yanshan clouds, Ouhai tide murmur. See the bell spirit, peach and plum green. Pre-Han Pavilion side diligently reciting, Zhongshan refined house sitting in the spring breeze. The students are all very talented, and the students are all very happy and happy. Up and down the ancient and modern a metallurgical, east and west learning art is the same", the integration of ancient and modern, the rhetoric of the fine sense of da. Words are the wine of life, here we feel Mr. Zhu Ziqing's feelings, broad-mindedness, the Bureau. In the text highlights the atmosphere of Mr. Zhu Ziqing - a utopian education concept.
The soul returns.
Scholar Mr. Hao Deyong pointed out in his book Curriculum Culture: A Postmodern Review: "Utopia is the essence of education, the fundamental quality of education, and by finding utopia, education has found itself, and from then on, education will not be confused, agitated, or degraded. ...... Education calls for utopia! Utopia looks forward to education! Education must be utopian! Education must be utopian!" In the loud and clear words we clearly read out the lack of society and education today.
Mr. Shao Daosheng summed up four negative national mentality during the period of social transformation: first, the "materialistic tendency" in the national mentality, second, the "vulgarization tendency" in the national mentality, and third, the "indifference tendency" in the national mentality. The second is the "vulgarization tendency" of the national mentality, the third is the "indifference tendency" of the national mentality, and the fourth is the "agitation tendency" of the national mentality. We find that none of these four national mentality is the result of the loss of utopian spirit; the momentum of secularization and flattening of education, the bad quality of utilitarianism and instrumentalism are all the result of the loss of utopian spirit. It can be seen that the utopian spirit has become more and more important in contemporary times. It is the fundamental spirit of human beings, and it is the necessary way for their liberation and upgrading. It is a spirit that enables man to develop in a better direction, a conception of something good or a realm that conforms to human nature, and a sum of critical, transcendent, and creative spirits.
The creation of ideas is a spiritual adventure that requires boldness. The atmosphere of Mr. Zhu Ziqing that we read in the current context is the power of education that is missing nowadays.
"Up and down the ancient and modern a metallurgy, east and west of the learning process is the same". Only abundant knowledge and thorough rationality can give people a kind of atmosphere. This atmosphere, as education is very much needed, because only the atmosphere, in order to sincerely encourage teachers and students to fly the wings of the ideal, to expand the mind space and spiritual world has become very cramped. Loss of this atmosphere, is bound to isolate our nation and the whole world's spiritual connection, and is very likely to dwarf and dwarf the spiritual character of our nation, cut off the umbilical cord between us and the profound traditional culture and the rich and colorful culture of the world, we are bound to be in extreme poverty in the spirit of old age. After China's accession to the WTO, transnational educational exchanges, educational cooperation and educational trade are expanding on an unprecedented scale, and the trend of internationalization of education is becoming increasingly noticeable. Against this background, the teachings of the sages have become even more significant and valuable. Towards the internationalization of the expansion of the threshold of vision, so that the centuries-old school in Wenzhou this piece of hot land is more like a tiger with wings, worthy of the predecessors of the trust.
He came in a hurry in 1923, and left in a hurry in 1924, but left his atmosphere in a hurry. O words, thou wine of life. We reluctantly, we go forward.
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A
Oujiang River into the sea to the south, the strip of ponds and rivers injected, they inherited the ancient Ouyue culture, stirring up the tide of modern Wenzhou's spiritual wisdom.
These small ponds and rivers, such as leaves on the dense veins, forming a large water network, a grid in the net is a piece of oily fertile land. This a fine vein, rhythmic pulse of eternity. They spit out the old and bring in the new, bringing filth into the sea; they absorb the natural essence, nourishing all life.
Two
My home is at a point in one of these veins. This vein is called the Nantang River, and this point is the village of Nantang. One spring evening in the late 1960s, I landed on this piece of land unnoticed. At that time, my father had just come back from the fish farm, in a hurry, with a hand full of black mud, slapped me on the buttocks, cries then overflowed in this water township, startling the wild rushes in the evening. My father was so happy that he cracked his dry lips while drawing up a bucket of water from the well as white as silver, gulped several mouthfuls, then rinsed off the black mud on his hands and cleaned off the fertile black soil on my buttocks.
In the sound of the wild rushes returning at twilight, I gradually smelled the Pond River and touched its skin. It flows slowly, so slowly that it is almost imperceptible. Only when a leaf of reeds, from your eyes unconsciously drift out of sight, you will suddenly wake up, the water is moving. Pond River water is clarified and thick. Water like a dark emerald, probably underneath it is extremely fertile black soil, so that you never see her deep and generous heart. Pond River on both sides of the near at hand, seems to reach out an arm can touch each other; some far away from people have a sense of the end of the world. Sometimes, you look at the line of the river passed into the distance, and suddenly turned a corner, it disappeared, leaving a heart full of reverie and expectation. When I was young and couldn't get into the water, I used to stand on the bank and wait, hoping that from the end of the river, I would see a flat boat, wearing the setting sun back, driving the boat is naturally my father.
After getting into the water, I really realized the heartbeat of the Tong River. Along the winding river, gently shaking the paddle, sound, such as light smoke floating in the blue water, the waves of the soundless into a continuous microwave, and finally transformed into a wisp of silk, gently swung away, head-on collision into the mud bank, then disappeared. On both sides of the river is a thick and unbreakable green willow, occasionally there is a big old banyan tree, banyan tree branches and leaves far into the water, shade into a shadow, protect the children playing in the water, from the sun. Children who could not get into the water would often ride on the trunks of these trees, folding a branch as an oar, imitating their father's movements, and rowing the banyan tree into a boat.
The far side of the bank, there are layers of citrus trees, every fall, green branches and leaves will be full of fruit, these slightly bitter ou citrus, it is a good medicine to reduce fire. Outside the orange grove, is some light village, one to the evening, cooking smoke, occasionally also came a few barking dogs, peculiar to the flavor of the ancient village, but unfortunately less peach blossom, or really become "peach blossom garden".
Sometimes, I rowed, rowing, worrying, the front seems to be to the end of the line, then, my father will slowly say: "water are connected, forward is." Really, the water suddenly turned to the left, and there is a new world, gave me a "dark flowers and a village" surprise. That's how I went with my father to his fish farm, and that's how I paddled home from the fish farm. As the waves of my shaking pulp grew bigger and bigger, I gradually knew that I had grown up - I had to go to school.
Then there was an elementary school in Nantang. A few brick houses, a courtyard. A banyan tree stood beside the river. Every day, when the morning sun first dawned, my father sent me to school in a small boat. When the sun was shining in the east, the light drew a circle on the water like a golden thread, and schools of fish poked out of the water with their mouths wide open, sucking in the morning dew. Sometimes my father swung the net downward and scooped up a few of the living elves, then poured them down again, and they flopped into the water, the fish scattering and gathering together. As my father sailed away from the school, my elementary school resounded with the sound of loud reading - "Picking Lotus in Nantang Autumn, Lotus Flower over one's head, lowering one's head to get Lotus Seed, Lotus Seed as clear as water". Once the southern dynasty's musical poems were recited from the gentleman's mouth, they had a spiritual rhythm that drew us in y. Our gentleman is a native of Southern Jiangsu. His father was an old-fashioned intellectual who broke the rules of the Cultural Revolution and was displaced to this land. This land has the same flavor as his hometown, with water flowing everywhere full of spirituality. So he often sang Nantang lotus picking song. In fact, Ouyue's pond and river seldom plant lotus, also seldom pick lotus. But Mr. thin body and light voice seems to add to my Nantang a bewitching ancient charm.
Our reading aloud, singing and clamoring often ended when my father came to take us home. The sun was setting slowly and the river was calm. I ate the muffins brought by my father, looked at the blue water near me, the green trees in the distance, and quietly listened to the crisp oi oi oi sound of the canoe, and my whole body turned green and transparent. As the sound of the pulley sounded and disappeared again and again, my father's back gradually arched and his hands gradually withered and grew brown. I am also in this sound of hei nai, shaking out of the nantang river, huichang river, jiushan river, shaking to the oujiang river dock, boarding a huge ship, to go abroad to study.
To this day, I still dare not go to the countryside to see the pond river, because I am afraid to see the pond river, afraid to think of my father. But I know: without the clear Tang River, the children of Ouyue will never be intelligent and spiritual; the nation that does not cherish the river is a nation that has no hope at all.