I was born in a small village called Luanzhuang in Rudong, Jiangsu Province.
In my memory, before the age of 10, the same village hair is generally in a small village in the soul, with the "feet do not go out of the village" to describe it is also appropriate. If you want to talk about going out, it is ten miles away from Shuangdian Street, the furthest is twenty miles away from the fork of the river street. This out of the experience is also very little, along the way to see, often a channel ditch, a piece of pond, a small river, full of eyes is a picture of the plains water village landscape.
Listening to the village of a Chen Scholar, we should actually be considered children of the seaside - our east and north are the sea.
I asked the village elders many times for the name of the sea, and most of them said they didn't know it, while a few said it was the East Sea, but they weren't quite sure.
I listened to the secret vigor, the East China Sea is not living in the Dragon King? Are we really the neighbors of the Dragon King of the East China Sea?
In the village, all year round, there are people coming down from the sea boats, pedaling a rusty bicycle - that has been blown by the sea winds and soaked by the sea water - and going from village to village to sell seafood. In the spring there are clams and small spring fish, in the summer there are long scallops and "Xishi tongue", in the fall there are pickled and dried "thatched leaves" fish, in the winter there are fresh razor clams, all are rare and delicious on the banquet.
Of course, these delicacies satisfy my taste buds, but did not stop me from yearning for the sea, but to tease me more strongly. I often dreamed and imagined what the sea to the east of my house would look like.
About the third or fourth grade of elementary school, I took the bus for the first time, and went with Mr. Ge to the county town of Dugang to participate in a competition. A few days before I left, I was so excited that I could hardly sleep! One night, I woke up and ran to the field with a flashlight, asking my father, who was draining and irrigating the fields, "Is Dug Harbor a big seaport? There must be an ocean there!"
"There seems to be there, seems to be no, the winter of 1981 was surprisingly cold, I was in the East Linghai side of the river workers, hands and feet are freezing numb, the total *** more than 60,000 river workers it." Father answered ambiguously, as if there is no answer, but I decided to dig harbor this trip will certainly be able to meet a bit of the sea.
After the game, I asked my teacher if I could go see the sea. The teacher laughed: "This is Dug Harbor, the sea is far away from here!"
"How far away?" I looked disappointed.
"It can be seen eastward to Dongling, and northward to Changsha, but it's dozens of miles away!"
When I was in junior high school, I read Lu Yan's Listening to the Sea, Jun Qing's A Midsummer Night at the Seashore, and Yang Shuo's Snowy Waves, and this beautiful piece of writing awakened my longing for the sea. I would like to sail a fishing boat on a moonlit summer night, pillow the waves on the sea, look up at the starry sky, and listen to the sea with my ears to see if my ears can hear the richness of the sound. But such a good opportunity has never come.
Outside the study for three years, but saw the Yangtze River many times. We roared along the Yangtze River in groups of three or five, picnicking, catching wedgies, and viewing the beauty of the Yangtze River sunset. A bottle of beer for one person is enough to get drunk.
The three of us met on a beautiful spring day off to go biking to see the sea. We set off from the old town to the north, without an hour's light, gradually, the wind increased, the nose has a strong smell of the sea, we crossed a winding coiled dragon-like defense of the sea embankment, the sea is suddenly like a huge scroll in front of us.
"The sea, we came! We are here!" We cheered and jumped at the sea with our hands and feet.
At this time coincided with the high tide, seagulls singing and dancing, fishing boats rushed into the harbor, catching the small sea people shoulder and hand carry, in the waves of the expulsion have to go ashore.
This close contact with the sea, we are like ignorant children, looking far away, breathing y the breath of the sea, quietly thinking. We felt like extremely small, negligible microorganisms in front of the sea.
Another five or six years later, we have a motorcycle, riding it, carrying a family of three, at any time you can go to the beach wantonly ride, play. At this time, the smart businessman in the seaside development of a number of tourism projects, including the "sea disco" has been famous at home and abroad.
If you want to dance a "sea disco", you have to grasp the tide of the day. We choose at low tide, with the sea familiar with the nature of the sea Ba Zi, sometimes meet the blonde international friends, ride on the sea cows drawn by the wooden wheelbarrow down to the sea, if you want to hurry can also take the tractor, down and then walk more than ten miles of iron plate beach, to the intertidal waters can be stepped on the clams. Although the sea receded, but there are still a lot of gullies and ravines of shallow water, the water has a touch of a large yellow mud snail, with unknown small fish, as well as rampant small crabs. We jumped and fooled around on the sand of the iron plate, and a shell with a pattern emerged from our feet and elegantly tickled you, a surprise that cannot be expressed in words. We went ashore with our loot and felt like we had really become authentic beach people.
With the expansion of the circle of friends, as long as it is a foreign friend to Rudong, we have become a volunteer guide, to take them to jump "sea disco" into their Rudong this trip must be completed project. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Last summer, I had my own car. The first time I drove the car home, I drove two old people to see the sea around the distance is not far away from each other.
An old man who has lived on the beach for more than half a century has not seen the sea with his own eyes, do you believe? A seventeen or eighteen years old to participate in the enclosure of the old man, when he saw the sea again, the first time to see him with tears in his eyes, must be recalling the hard years of fighting on the beach, right?
We went from Yangkou fishing port to Yangkou harbor through the sea defense highway, stepped over the Yellow Sea Bridge, and walked up to the sunshine island that carries the hope. The sun was shining brightly that day, and when we looked back as we left the island and went ashore, the whole Sunshine Island was shining with a golden light.
Along the way, my mother was full of praise: "The changes outside are really amazing ah amazing, this sea ah really is too big to sit at home with you how to think, can not think of ah!"
The old father said: "Children, in a few years, you bring me to see the sea ah!"
In fact, the sea around us, it's really called the Yellow Sea. Rudong 106 kilometers of this section in the southern end of the Yellow Sea, so often people call it the South Yellow Sea.