I couldn't sit still, so I stood at the window and shouted to the sky, "Boy, you are mature!" " "
(3)
When I arrived in Old Town of Lijiang, it was already midnight. Continuous drizzle, under the irradiation of China lanterns, floated on the dark roof in succession, and the rain dripped on the streets paved with big stones along the ditches stacked with black tiles, breaking into flowers of different colors.
I sneaked into the ancient city from the entrance along the river. There is only one river in the ancient city-Yuquan River. Water flows down from the nearby snow-capped mountains, clear and pure. The clever Naxi people divided the river into three parts, and then built neat streets along the three tributaries, thus laying the bones of the ancient city.
After a short rest, I walked on to Sifang Square. Sifang Square is the place where the three tributaries meet again, and it is also the place where they rush to Sifang again. This square is as big as two basketball courts and consists of countless pebbles. As soon as the rain falls to the ground, it flows into the river along the cracks in the pebbles. It is said that this is the last stop of the ancient tea-horse road out of Lijiang. The ancient cavalry only trodden a road connecting Yunnan and Tibet on the plateau near heaven and along the valley between mountains. From this road, brave ancestors can reach Nepal, Myanmar and India. It was this road that brought strategic materials to China continuously during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period and after the international passage between Yunnan and Myanmar was cut off, which made great contributions to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. I stood in the middle of the square, listening to the splash of rain, and my mind seemed to be full of men of all ethnic groups, who were eating, drinking and dancing here. The noisy sound rang with the bell of the horse. Soon, the cavalry was full of goods and walked on the dangerous and ideal ancient road.
There are four streets around the square, which diverge in four directions from the square, so it is called Sifang Street. I walked through one of them-Xinyi Street. Shops on both sides are closed, leaving only three or four pedestrians on the road. Only the crisp rain accompanied the rhythm of my footsteps, and only the oblique shadow followed me intimately.
I was walking down this street, and the lights gradually dimmed. An old lady in Lijiang who was barbecuing under the eaves shouted at me, pointing to this bottomless street. After a long time, I finally understood what she meant: "There is no light below, and the road is still long." I just stopped, bought some kebabs from her, chewed them and asked her some questions. While answering me loudly, she was busy baking for some travelers like me. I don't know what she is saying, maybe she doesn't understand me. I looked up at her face, which was stained by fire. It was black and wrinkled like the roots of an ancient tree, and it was wrong on her face. I said to her loudly, "thank you!" " She understood and smiled. I laughed too. Traveling to the ancient city at night made me realize that only by avoiding luxurious shops and dense passenger flow during the day can I hear the heartbeat of the ancient city.
So, I simply climbed the Song Wan Tower, which was left by most travelers and built on the top of the mountain in northern Old Town of Lijiang. Under the Millennium cypress tree in front of the building, I overlooked the black tiles of the ancient city, the continuous ancient houses and the willow trees swaying under the lights, as if I caught a glimpse of the courtyard hidden by the high walls of the ancient houses and heard the sound of running water.
(4)
Xiang Yu embodies the ideals of ordinary people in China.
Although Xiang Yu was born in a noble family, when he and his uncle Xiang Liang were hiding in Jiangdong, they had "no place", relying only on the courage of "drawing a sword to protect their heads" and "rising from the middle of Gansu" to raise the flag against Qin. Since then, Xiang Yu has galloped on the battlefield, "the attacked are defeated, and the attacked are unbeaten", overthrowing the Qin Dynasty, dominating the world and ordering the princes. Among them, countless people in China have been entrusted with the same dream: from a civilian to an emperor, to realize the myth that "princes will have seeds". Chen Sheng's unfulfilled dream was realized in Xiang Yu. In this sense, Xiang Yu was the first person to go from a commoner to an emperor, and the first person to realize the dream of a commoner to an emperor. Not only that, the rise of Xiang Yu is also very dramatic, which has entrusted the fantasy of Chinese people. Sima Qian said admiringly: "In three years, the five kings were destroyed, and the world was divided, while the princes were sealed and the court was the overlord. Although the position has not ended, it has never appeared in recent times. " In just three years, the vassal army led by Xiang Yu wiped out the powerful army of the Qin Dynasty. In just three years, Xiang Yu moved from the bottom of society to the top. Such a dramatic rise even Tai Shigong suspects that he is a descendant of Shun!
Xiang Yu's body also embodies the brave character ideal of China people. Xiang Yu's courage, a Chinese odyssey. He beheaded and began to fight in Jiangdong. He killed the champion of Qing Zi and directed the Chu army. He burned his bridges to save Zhao Julu. He ignored the trouble of the building, which made him afraid to send an arrow. After being besieged, he defeated the Han army alone until Wujiang committed suicide. This is an unprecedented brave man. He subverted the weakness and elegance of China men and set up a strong monument that no one can match.
Xiang Yu also embodies many regrets of China people.
His body is condensed with life regrets of falling short. As long as Xiang Yu's life goal is to be emperor rather than overlord, then he will break his hand at the Hongmen banquet. If he had worked harder at that time, he would have been able to cut off his only opponent, Liu Bang, and become the king of the world.
If he had restrained his homesickness and made Guanzhong, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers and fertile land, as his base, he would have been able to dominate the world without thinking.
If he invaded the tunnel of Xingyang, the Han army, instead of making peace with it, but listened to Fan Zeng, he could also kill his political opponents.
Xiang Yu, who was brave but lacked foresight, lacked political foresight, couldn't use people, and was kind to women, lost opportunities again and again when opportunities came-the banquet at the Hongmen Gate, taking care of Chu State and enfeoffing princes. ...
After he became the overlord, he finally fell short and failed to become the great emperor after Qin Shihuang. This regret made many people who love Xiang Yu cry.
Xiang Yu committed suicide in Wujiang River, which entrusted China people with deep regrets all their lives. People with lofty ideals in China seem to be very particular about forbearance, eating and drinking, and making a comeback. More people in China are accustomed to drag out an ignoble existence in humiliation. Xiang Yu subverted this secular and lazy atmosphere with a man's clank of iron. After he broke through the Wujiang River, he could have crossed the river with a boat from Changting, at least he could have been a hermit, but Xiang Yu refused. At this point, Du Mu felt unable to understand. He said in Wujiang Pavilion: "It is a man who wins or loses unexpectedly in military affairs. The children of Jiangdong are brilliant, and it is unknown that they will make a comeback. " "Make a comeback" is naturally the poet's wishful thinking. However, it can be seen that how many people feel sorry for Xiang Yu's suicide. In their minds, Xiang Yu should be able to bear the humiliation of his legs like Han Xin and make a comeback like Xie An, but Du Mu didn't know that Xiang Yu was not Han Xin, Gou Jian or Xie An. He is a very self-respecting soldier. In the choice between life and death, he smiled and said, "What can I do if the sky dies?" His smile is a powerful affirmation of his heroic behavior, and he is proud of his bravery in the world. He was born for war all his life and died for war. Where can he have the idea of struggle? He is a hardworking Han Chinese with a strong sense of shame. Facing life, he said, "Eight thousand people from Jiangdong crossed the river westward, and now none of them have returned. Even if my brothers and sisters in Jiangdong pity me, how can I meet them? " If you don't say anything, one person is worth it! "This is the loyalty of life and death. This is the insistence on fighting as a career. Gou Jian's shame is personal, so is Han Xin's shame, and Xie An's temporary retirement is even more personal. Only Xiang Yu is for the collective, for the soldiers and for the cause. Du Mu's mind can only make him stay with his eyes narrowed in private. When there was still hope in life, Xiang Yu chose death; In the choice of honor and life, Xiang Yu committed suicide without hesitation. What a heroic action this is, how can we not let cowards feel ashamed after 1000 years!
Xiang Yu also embodies people's love and hate for heroes and beautiful women. In the traditional mentality of China people, a hero must be accompanied by a beautiful woman, so that flowers and leaves can complement each other. Chen Jiru of Amin Dynasty said in Fan Mu Chuan that Xiang Yu's hero is peerless, with sharp blade, unblinking eyes, exhausted heart and endless love. Indeed, the real hero should be a person with true temperament, a sentient person. Xiang Yu is such a hero. Everyone in China hopes that heroes and beautiful women can have a happy ending. Even if the heroic career fails, he can still fade out of the rivers and lakes and enjoy the scenery with beautiful women. But Xiang Yu can't. A bloody man can't regard love as a good medicine for career failure in any case, so he committed suicide in Wujiang, which was actually selfish. The hero of the earth is elegant and generous in the siege: "Pull out the mountain and anger the earth." Bad times never die. If you can't die, you are helpless. What are you doing? "The hero's last song, this vigorous and sad song, is enough to make all ordinary people feel that fate is so unfair, life is so impermanent, and the dream of a full moon is hard to realize! With great emotion and great regret, Tai Shigong engraved the generous and sad farewell my concubine scene in the hearts of China people forever.
In Xiang Yu, a "rare failed hero" (Lu Xun's words), there may still be many feelings that need you and me to understand, dig and sing. However, no matter how sorry you are for Xiang Yu, no matter how dissatisfied you are with Xiang Yu, as a bloody person, you will probably never forget the poem of Li Qingzhao, a poetess: Life is a hero, and death is a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong!
(5)
What I miss most about Normal University is her gate.
In the early autumn of that year, the burning sun baked the asphalt road like a black oil pan with pancakes. Mother squeezed out from the bus connecting people, moved out of the trunk of the car, carried it on her shoulders, picked up a big "snakeskin bag" and walked towards the gate of Normal University. I said, "Mom, I'll get the box." Mother stubbornly said, "This box is too heavy for you to carry." My mother staggered in front of me, and I followed behind with my luggage and came to the gate.
I looked at the door that can only accommodate a bus. On the way from Jinhua to Luodian, it was lonely and empty. If you don't pay special attention, you will never notice that there is a door here. On the left side of the door, there is a narrow wooden sign that is more than one person long and the palm is wide. After being washed away by rain and poisoned by sunshine, the wooden sign has dried up and cracked, highlighting the black lacquer word that has not completely peeled off: Zhejiang Normal University. No celebrity signatures, no bright colors, no grand momentum. Only the gray cement road and the gray cement wall are silently accompanying this gray door. My legs are heavy, and I feel guilty like a flood-I didn't study hard and ended up in such a normal school. How can I let my mother walk me all the way? However, my mother seems very excited. She said: "This door is very kind, which is very different from the door of our village brigade." Say that finish and walked into the door.
In the next two years, I walked out of school, went home by bus, and then went back to school by bus from home. Life is as ordinary as this door. About the second semester of sophomore year, the school's site doubled and new gates began to be built. When I returned to school in the early autumn of my junior year, a magnificent gate had stood at the end of the road from Jinhua to Luojiatang.
This is a gate without a door, and the distance is very wide, so that four buses can enter the school gate at the same time. A long iron fence stands on the wheel. Whenever a car comes in and out, it will start slowly. It takes a long time to drive from one end of the door to the other, and it takes a long time to drive back from the other end of the door. On the left side of the door is a large marble wall with six big black letters "Zhejiang Normal University". Although there is no celebrity title, it also looks solemn.
On the second day of school, the students rushed to visit as a souvenir, and my roommate and I also went. I stood at the door with one hand on my waist and the other on the marble. Only then did I realize that the words on the marble were one head higher than the hand I raised. I tried to cover up the word "normal" at the back, but it was too big. No matter how to adjust the position, the camera always records the identity of the school and my footprint.
We went in and out of the new gate, as if we had left the old one in the cold. Whenever night falls, the neon lights on the avenue light up, the music of Luojiatang ballroom rings as scheduled, the doors of video stores open in turn, and advertising signs fill the whole street. Students swarmed out of the gate, and soon, the ballroom was gentle and skilled, and the seats in the video hall were gradually filled as usual. Whenever the lights are dim in the middle of the night, the students go to the snack bar to have a snack, and there must be fried screws in every snack. At that time, the fried snails were all fished up from Qingshuitang and the river, without any sludge, accompanied by red peppers. While chewing snail meat, the boy shouted delicious food and wanted to find a girlfriend. Life seems to be full at once.
That year, several of my roommates went dancing wildly to find girlfriends. So they go to Luojiatang at sunrise every day. After countless failures, everyone seems to have gained something. Jiang found a girlfriend in the Foreign Languages Department. Although she is a failure, she can speak a foreign language after all. She found a girlfriend in the Chinese Department. Although she is not very beautiful, she has the wealth and atmosphere of a city girl. Ajie met a beautiful woman and returned to Normal University for further study after working for two years. Although she is a little old, her control over men's wrists fascinates handsome Ajie. Everyone is intoxicated with happiness. They go out from the gate to sing and dance every night. Late at night, they snuggled up with their girlfriends and walked in through the gate. The gate witnessed a pair of enthusiastic and eager young men and women. Before graduation, Ayu, Ajie and Ajiang broke up with their girlfriends. On the night of parting, we were drunk and walked to the gate of Normal University holding each other's hands. I said, "Do you regret it?" The three of them crossed their hands at the door, posing for victory, and shouted together, "Not forever, but once!" "
My girlfriend and I met in the year when the gate was built. We met not in the ballroom, but in the student union's studio. This is something I have always been proud of. From taking photos together, to falling in love, to coming together, we all study together and accumulate emotions in life together. In the evening, we often go to Shaw Library to read books. The library closes at half past nine. At this time, we came out and walked along the Moon Lake, along the long gray cement road and under the dense tree-lined trees. At the end is the old school gate, which has been left out in the cold, even more lonely under the cold fluorescent lamp. I told my girlfriend that my mother took me to school with a box at this door. I can't live up to her hopes. Girlfriend then quietly staring at the words on the door, lost in thought.
We parted at the gate when we graduated. I told her, "You get in the car first and I'll see you off." She said, "You get on the bus first and I'll see you off." Finally, we got on the bus back to our hometown together, even as a farewell. However, as soon as I got on the bus, I was surrounded by dense heads, and I could never see each other's eyes again. We can only listen to the horn of the car and watch the school gate get farther and farther away from us.
The days passed silently like running water. When I returned to my alma mater, it was already the tenth anniversary of graduation. My ex-girlfriend has become the mother of my wife and my daughter. I drove my mother and daughter to send my wife back to my alma mater to study for a master's degree in education. When I arrived at the gate, I found that the gate was locked and the reception room on the right was closed, leaving only the six characters "Zhejiang Normal University". Although it was covered with some dust, it still stood there quietly in spirit, and there was no one in front of the door. I quickly called my classmates, who called me "Lao Hui". I didn't even know the new school gate, and even the school was five times bigger.
When I rolled to the new gate, it suddenly dawned on me that the original gate was actually opened at the southern end of the original canteen, north of Shidashan. I clearly remember that on many cold winter nights, several buddies in our dormitory climbed out of the low iron gate and went to the couple's restaurant for a big meal. It was snowing heavily outside and steaming inside. Loud punches and grandiloquence about the future made the snow fall on the maple trees next to the shops.
Nowadays, several pillars are soaring into the sky, and the open square gives people a feeling of vastness. Several vigorous Chinese characters of Zhejiang Normal University are embossed under the sky, and the straight road leads directly to the campus. When you look at it, there is no end. Mother said quickly, "This door is really magnificent. When I came, it was too small. I managed to squeeze through. " The wife said, "Is this the school I want to go to?" My daughter just ran around the square and suddenly came over and said, "Dad, is this where you study?" I nodded and tears came out of my eyes.
(6)
Mr. Zhu Ziqing started writing from the most representative scenery in Wenzhou-"Yanshan Mountain" and "Ouhai (River)". He first looked up to write that Yandang Mountain is high, steep and majestic, all over the world. Then head-up writing Ouhai ebb and flow, magnificent. In this way, the vision is very broad, and the grandeur of the scenery is written out.
The beauty of Yandang Mountain and Ouhai Tide is self-evident today. Even in ancient times, it has long been famous. Wenzhou was founded in the Western Han Dynasty and is known as the "East Ou" Kingdom.
Then the author naturally transitions from natural scenery to characters. "Look at Zhong Ling and Yu Xiu" is the continuation of the above, and "Peach and Plum Flourishing" is the opening of the following. Lush peaches and plums not only describes the beauty of nature, but also makes a pun, vividly describing the exuberance of talents.
So where did so many people come from? The author naturally leads to the cradle of cultivating talents-Provincial No.10 Middle School (now Wenzhou Middle School). "Zhongshan" is a hill behind the middle school of Zhejiang No.10 Middle School (now the former site of Cang Qiao Lane Experimental Middle School). Huaiqiao Pavilion was built in Zhejiang No.10 Middle School (now Xitou) to commemorate Sun Yirang, a park scholar, educator and founder of Wenzhou Middle School in the late Qing Dynasty. Sun Yirang word ZhongRong, number shua. So, I got pregnant with the pavilion. The author uses this as a substitute for the school. Then, the author wrote "Reciting diligently" (4), which not only talked about the cultivation of students by teachers, but also talked about students' diligence in learning. "Sitting in the spring breeze" not only shows the teacher's excellent knowledge and teaching level, but also shows the students' attitude of paying attention to lectures and receiving education. The author shows us a beautiful picture of educational life, which embodies his lofty educational ideal.
First of all, he put forward his own ideal in the relationship between teachers and students. Unlike the slogan put forward by some so-called education experts, the author pays attention to educators and educatees objectively and comprehensively, and thinks that education is a harmonious interaction between them and a harmonious blend of water and milk.
Secondly, he put forward the ideal of teachers and students in moral quality: to be an outstanding young man with lofty aspirations and defend his country-"Qi Ying Kuang Guo"; Be a noble "saint" and contribute to enlightening people's wisdom-"be a saint"!
Third, he put forward the ideal of teachers and students in learning: "Up and down, integration of ancient and modern, learning skills together." "Smelting" means smelting into a furnace. "Pass" means proficient. "You" is an auxiliary word and has no meaning. The meaning of this sentence is that teachers and students should integrate the knowledge and knowledge of ancient and modern China and foreign countries and cast new knowledge and knowledge. Through this sentence, he put forward the principle of learning: one should have a broad vision, an open mind, a solid accumulation of traditional culture, and an eclectic academic quality of "learning from China and the West".
What a solid and heavy educational declaration it is! What a magnificent and lofty educational ideal it is! More than 80 years later, it is still exciting to read.
(7)
/kloc-0 moved to Wenzhou in March, 923, and/kloc-0 moved to Ningbo in February, 924. In a hurry for nearly a year, his footprints stayed in Wenzhou. He wrote Traces of Wenzhou, which left precious school-based cultural resources for the tenth middle school in Zhejiang Province (now Wenzhou Middle School) where he made a living. His school motto "Enlighten the country and enlighten the nation" has drawn and promoted the dream pursuit of generations of Wenzhou middle school students and inspired generations of Wenzhou middle school teachers to realize their educational ideals. He wrote the school song "Wild Mountain Clouds, Ouhai Tide". Look at the beautiful and lush peaches and plums in Zhong Ling. Huai Shuai pavilion is diligent, and Zhongshan Jingshe sits in the spring breeze. Inge Kuang Guo, as a sacred revelation. From ancient times to modern times, East and West learn art together. "Make the past serve the present, with fine words and deep meaning." Words are the wine of life. Here we feel Mr. Zhu Ziqing's feelings, mind and tools. Zhu Ziqing's atmosphere is a utopian educational concept.
Return of the soul.
Mr. Hao Deyong, a scholar, pointed out in the book Curriculum Culture: A Postmodern Survey: "Utopia is the foundation and fundamental quality of education. When Utopia is found, education will find itself, and education will never be confused, restless or degenerate again. ..... Education calls for Utopia! Utopia expects education! Education must be a utopia! Education is a necessary utopia! " In this hit the floor's words, we clearly read out the lack of today's society and education.
Mr. Shao Daosheng summed up four kinds of negative national mentality in the social transformation period: first, materialism, second, vulgarization, third, indifference and fourth, agitation. We find that these four national mentalities are all caused by the loss of utopian spirit; The secularization and planarization of education, and the inferiority of utilitarianism and instrumentalism are all caused by the loss of utopian spirit. It can be seen that the utopian spirit is becoming more and more important in contemporary times. It is the fundamental spirit of mankind and the only way for human liberation and promotion. It is a spirit that makes people develop in a better direction, an idea of a beautiful thing or realm that conforms to human nature, and the sum total of the spirit of criticism, transcendence and creation.
Creativity is a spiritual adventure that requires courage. In the current context, the atmosphere of Mr. Zhu Ziqing that we read is the power of education that is missing at present.
"Up and down the ancient and modern smelting, East and West learn art together". Only rich knowledge and thorough rationality can give people an atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere, as an education, is very necessary, because only atmosphere can sincerely inspire teachers and students to fly their ideal wings and expand the spiritual space and world that has become very tight. Without this atmosphere, it is bound to cut off the spiritual connection between our nation and the whole world, and it 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 colorful world culture, and we will surely grow old in extreme poverty. After China's entry into WTO, transnational educational exchanges, educational cooperation and educational trade are expanding at an unprecedented scale, and the trend of educational internationalization has attracted more and more attention. In this context, the teachings of sages show its significance and value. The expansion of the visual threshold to internationalization has made the century-old famous schools in Wenzhou even more powerful and worthy of the trust of their predecessors.
He came in a hurry at 1923 and left in a hurry at 1924, but left his atmosphere in a hurry. Words are the wine of your life. We struggle, we move on.
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To the south of Oujiang Estuary, all kinds of Tanghe River are injected, which inherits the ancient Ouyue culture and stirs up the tide of spiritual wisdom in modern Wenzhou.
These small Tanghe rivers, like the dense veins on the leaves, form a water net on the open land, and the grids in the net are oily fertile soil. These fine veins beat the eternal pulse. They spit out the old, accept the new, and bring filth into the sea; They absorb the essence of nature and nourish all life.
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My home is at a certain point in one of the veins. This vein is called Nantang River, and this point is Nantang Village. On a spring evening in the late 1960s, I quietly landed on this land. At that time, my father had just returned from the fish farm. When he was in a hurry, he patted my ass with his hands covered with black mud. The crying filled the water town and woke up the wild birds staying at dusk. My father is very happy. As he cracked his lips, he picked up a bucket of glittering and translucent silver water from the well, took a few sips, and then washed away the black mud on his hands and the fertile black soil on my ass.
In the sound of wild birds returning at dusk, I gradually smelled the breath of Tanghe and touched the skin of Tanghe. It flows so slowly that it is almost imperceptible. Only when a reed unconsciously floats out of your sight will you suddenly realize that the water is moving. Tanghe River is refreshing. Water is like a secret emerald, with extremely fertile black soil underneath, so that you can never see her deep and generous heart. Some banks of the Tang River are close at hand, and it seems that you can touch each other by stretching your arms. Some are so far away that people feel very far apart. Sometimes, when you watch the lines of the river disappear in the distance, you suddenly turn a corner and disappear, leaving you full of reverie and expectation. When I was a child, when I couldn't get into the water, I often stood on the shore, hoping to see a boat coming back from the end of the river with the sunset. Naturally, my father is driving a boat.
I didn't really feel the heartbeat of Tanghe until I got into the water. Along the winding river, the paddle is gently shaken, and the sound is very loud, floating on the clear water like light smoke. The waves above silently turned into continuous microwaves, and finally turned into wisps of silk, which swayed gently, hit the mud embankment and disappeared. There are impenetrable green willows on both banks, and occasionally there is an old banyan tree, whose branches and leaves extend far into the water, forming a shadow, protecting the children playing in the water from the sun. Children who can't get into the water often ride on these tree trunks, break branches as paddles, and imitate their father's actions to row banyan trees into boats.
Far from the shore, there are layers of citrus trees. Every autumn, under the green branches and leaves, many golden fruits will bear. These bitter oranges are just the medicine to reduce fire. Outside the orange grove, there are some faint villages. In the evening, smoke fills the air and occasionally dogs bark, which is the unique charm of ancient villages. Unfortunately, there are few peach blossoms, otherwise it will really become a "peach blossom source".
Sometimes, when I row and row, I worry. Looks like the front is coming to an end. At this time, my father will slowly say, "It's natural, just go forward." Really, the water suddenly turned left, and a new world appeared, which gave me the surprise of "another village" This is how I followed my father to his fish farm and rowed home from it. As the waves on my paddle get bigger and bigger, I gradually know that I have grown up-I am going to school.
There was a primary school in Nantang at that time. Several brick houses and a yard. There is a banyan tree by the river. Every day at dawn, my father takes me to school by boat. Dong drove the car, and the light was like a golden thread, drawing circles on the water. Flocks of fish emerged from the water with their mouths open, sucking the morning dew. Sometimes, my father waved the net bag and picked up a few lively elves, and then he fell. They plopped into the water, and the fish dispersed and gathered again. When my father left school by boat, there was a loud sound of reading in my primary school-"Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, lotus is over your head, and lotus seeds are as clear as water". Once the Yuefu poems in the Southern Dynasties are read from Mr. Wang's mouth, there is a kind of charm that deeply attracts us. Our husband is from southern Jiangsu, and his father is an old-school intellectual who went to this land in violation of the rules of the Cultural Revolution. This land has the same taste as his hometown, and spiritual water is flowing everywhere. So he often sings lotus picking songs in Nantang. In fact, the Tanghe River in Ouyue rarely grows lotus flowers and rarely picks them. But Mr. Wang's thin body and light voice seem to add a blurred ancient rhyme to my southern Tang Dynasty.
Our reading, singing and noisy often end when dad comes to pick us up. The sunset slowly sets and the river is calm. While eating the muffin brought by my father, I looked at the clear water nearby and the green trees in the distance, while quietly listening to the crisp sound of the boat, and the whole person became green and transparent. The sound of pulp sounded again and again, disappeared again and again, my father's back gradually arched, and my father's hands gradually shriveled and rough. I also shook out the Nantang River, Huichang River and Jiushan River in this voice, shook them off to the dock of Oujiang River, boarded a huge ship and went to other places to study.
Up to now, I still dare not go to the countryside to see Tanghe, because I am afraid of seeing Tanghe and thinking of my father. But I know: without the clear Tanghe River, the children of Ouyue will never be smart and witty; People who don't cherish the river are hopeless.