After reading Chi Zijian's Right Bank of Ergon, I remembered Linjiang Town again.

In the early morning, we passed through the remnants of Daxing 'anling, Daxing 'anling in 10, and we were already slightly drunk in the morning light. The roaring gold gives people a feeling of breathlessness.

At dusk, the scenery in front of us suddenly changed, so the tall and straight birch trees stood unscrupulously and methodically on the roadside. Golden sunsets and golden birch trees must be looked up to see. As soon as I looked up, the sun rustled through the leaves and went straight to my heart, so I quietly met the beautiful scenery.

In early autumn, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and the place to go is Linjiang Town at the northern end of Chinese mainland, called Shiwei. On my way in a hurry, I came across such a large cemetery on the hillside on my right. It is a western-style cemetery with a cross in front of the tombstone. Besides, there is a small white fence around the tombstone. Seen from a distance, the fence is full of colorful flowers. I guess it must be either flowers or silk flower. If it is not the wind and frost of the years, the romance in the bones of westerners can be seen. It's getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer cars in front and behind. Slowly, there is an unprecedented fear that there is no one behind. In the darkness, I gradually felt as if there was a fog on the left. I guess the fog may come from the Ergon River. Under the guidance of navigation, the car bumps along the quiet path. Really, I have never longed for the light and warmth like that moment. It seems that after a long walk, the light looms in front of you. Further on, the lights became clear. Further on, we entered the charming Linjiang town-Shiwei, which is actually a small village. Scattered cabins and several hotels are faintly visible in the darkness, all of which are low wooden fences. Two red lanterns stand high in front of the door to attract passers-by, and there is a feeling that the red lanterns are hung high. There are also several tourists walking in the street, laughing as they walk. A shopkeeper loudly reminded us not to wander in the street. There are unclean things in the darkness. After that, we rushed to a hotel, went through the door with red lanterns hanging high, entered the yard and shouted. A young girl was greeted from the room and asked about the guest room. We can't wait to get into the cabin because it's outside.

The room is very warm, with a living room, decorated like a wedding room in my hometown and countryside. There is a bright silk flower on the coffee table, which is very warm. After a day's walk, I am eager to rest in such a place. After a while, the girl knocked at the door and asked if she had dinner. Russian food, distinctive, say yes. Under the guidance of the girl, she crossed the yard and entered a big wooden house, which is the so-called dining room and kitchen. The room was steaming, and a large group of people gathered around a table. When they saw us coming in, they were even embarrassed to get up and say hello. The girl quickly introduced that this is a family, and they get together at night to rinse mutton and ask if they want to eat together. We are very polite. After reading the menu, I haven't eaten russian cuisine, and many people don't know what it is. So I went into the kitchen and saw noodles being cooked with onions and Chinese cabbage. Without hesitation, I said, three bowls of noodles and two poached eggs in them, so my daughter gave me a hand and whispered, Mom, you are so talented and I am very quiet. Answer her, thank you. Finally, on the recommendation of the girl, I ordered several dishes. What impressed me the most was the dish called Gedelek, because my daughter said it was simply the braised lion's head in our house, and I laughed speechless.

I turned around and looked at the family, and occasionally talked during the dinner. There is an elderly couple. According to her appearance, the old lady should be of Russian descent. She smokes and wears clothes similar to ours. The old man next to her kept picking up food for her, and occasionally heard her say something with a northeast accent. This makes me very novel. I asked the girl when she served us food, only to know that the old lady was the girl's mother-in-law and of Russian descent. She said that her mother-in-law was eating strangely. The girl also said that during the Spring Festival here, everyone gets together to drink and eat meat. Sometimes, some people go home drunk. As a result, they got drunk in the street and woke up with frozen ears in the morning. That night, I slept surprisingly well, as warm as at home.

In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of hooves. When I opened the curtain, I saw a fallen vegetable field in the yard. A tree stood there alone, because there were no leaves, only cold frost flowers hung on it. Looking for the horse that woke me up, I looked over the fence and saw nothing but white. I got up lazily and thanked my host. At this time, the Russian aunt came out with her hands in her sleeves and said goodbye to us. I feel a little uncomfortable. Imagine how tall and blue her eyes were when she met a young man from China who looked so simple and honest, put on a China wedding dress and married from the left bank of the Ergon River to the right bank.

As I expected, the fog that night came from the Ergon River. It turned out that I lived next door to her that night. When the sun rises, I finally came to her side-Ergon River, which stands in the bushes on the right bank and a dark blue mountain range on the left bank. At the southern end of the mountain is the border checkpoint, and to the west of the mountain is Russia. The river is wide and calm, and it looks indigo.

I really want to meet the shaman in Chi Zijian's heart and let him find our lost soul in the world.