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Gu Fengjian again, time is like yesterday, and the boat is still going to swim. "Duck Prophet of Spring River Plumbing" saw only spring water, but no ducks. He reached into the water to learn ducks and felt the spring water heating. Although it has been sunny for several days, it still feels cold when my fingertips gently cross the clear water.
Looking up, the sun pours down from the lush gaps of Ficus gracilis, which has experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes, onto the blue roof, onto a firework flower in full bloom, onto the bare branches of the egg-blossom tree, and onto the faces of the sparse pedestrians, revealing peace and security. Sprinkle it on the ground, and it is soft and warm everywhere. With the quiet heart, the footsteps are stepping on a beautiful spring.
the oncoming wind, wrapped in the temperature of the sun, is warm and slightly drunk. If you wear a white fairy bone, like drinking peach blossom wine, you will be happy and floating. A wisp of wind is warm, and a sound of spring is floating. The wind is mixed with the fragrance of vegetation and fishy smell on both sides of the beautiful river, and the natural breath enters the chest, which is more intense. Stepping to the boat pier, stepping down the steps, the ancient green slate, covered with sunshine, quietly seems to tell the passing years. The boatman stood on the waterfront, tugging at the string in his hand, looking back, the fine lines raised in the corner of his eyes, full of sunshine.
I boarded the boat, and under the quiet sky, a flat boat emerged, leisurely on the warm water. The swaying oars are carrying us and full of sunshine. My daughter and the paparazzi Xiao Hanhan are on the bow deck of the boat, facing the wind and facing the sun, laughing loudly, and singing with nature in bursts, merging into a flexible movement in spring. I chatted with my husband about the boat cabin, bathed in the warm sunshine, one boat gently rippled on the water, and the other was lazy by the wind. The boat is like the cradle that Mother Earth gently rocks, rocking the people in the cradle and getting sleepy. Spring is coming, it is the warmth of spring.
The boat shuttled through the bottom of the ancient stone bridge, and the canopy hit the bridge, which made people feel sleepy. The boatman is still calm and self-possessed, smiling with "nothing to be afraid of", which also gives people a sense of security. The stone steps that originally extended to the river were mostly covered by water. It is thought that the continuous precipitation in the chilly spring would enrich the thin river in autumn and winter. At this time, it is necessary to lower the awning in order to pass smoothly. The boatman was familiar with the boat, leaning sideways and leaning against the bottom of the bridge. At the moment of stopping, a group of fish circled the ship, as if they were coming to watch an amazing event. However, the appearance that my daughter stretched out her hand and dispersed around and to the bottom of the water was also really finals. Suddenly, the images of "small bamboo rafts, flowing water, birds singing, fish swimming ..." flashed through my mind. These finely broken spring images have been gradually thrown away by time with the growth of people's age, which is a thought in people's hearts. When I was quiet, I was still close at hand.
The boat passed through bridge opening, and a swallows with cut tails swept across the sky in front of them, which also looked like spring. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." Although the green willows along the coast have not had time to sprout, the greenery of spring has quietly sprouted. At first, the wind ruffled the river, and it was sparkling. At this time, although the flowers along the coast were blooming in spring, there were no flowers blowing, and only the red bracts of bougainvillea were scattered on the water, which was also the meaning of freehand brushwork. Along the waterfront, the old leaves of evergreen trees occasionally rustle like rain, and if butterflies flutter down, pieces of leaves fall quietly on the water, drifting with the tide and flowing quietly.
I can't imagine what I'm seeing. I'm sitting on a paddle boat all day, waiting for a light rain, catching flowers on the shore, listening to warblers, watching swallows, and enjoying a romantic scene like misty rain in Jiangnan water town. The spring of this day in Laoguang, South China, seems to be exceptionally short. If you want to spend your leisure time in the middle of the season, you have to cherish the time. Along the winding river, the boat slowly sailed ahead, slightly surging waves, and everything in time, quietly and slowly, seemed to be quiet.
After the boat tour, we met a wonderful time at Linhe Food Restaurant. Just like the century-old banyan, the lush leaves, the screen drops a little light, and the oblique light shines warm. Sitting around the table near the river, the river wind is quiet and the fish roam in the water. The rippling river, from time to time across a wupeng boat. From time to time, with my daughter, I took out the naughty girl who was buckled by the adult hat, and met people who were strangers by boat, waved my hand and greeted them, and gained a pure smile. A flower, a grass and a tree along the river bank are quietly growing and blooming in time, and the birds are making spring fever, which is also natural and quiet.
My husband and daughter are holding each other's words, burying their heads in choosing their favorite snacks. The cute figure of Xiao Hanhan sitting on the slate is stretched by the sunshine, enjoying the snacks brought by her daughter, and looking at herself from time to time, with thick hair, it is difficult to hide her smile. And myself, I just want to sit like this, eating delicious food and chatting until dusk.
Sit-in food court, along the river corridor, is also packed and crowded. I can't help but envy the residents here, who live a prosperous life without arrogance. The second and third floors of houses are built by the water. Although they are a little old, they are as picturesque as the poetic Jiangnan water town.
Aunt Ying Ying's pace brought us a bowl of sesame paste, a bowl of double-skin milk, a cold fish skin and a radish beef offal, which brought us the taste of the tip of the tongue and the joy of simple time. Not to mention that food is the most important thing for the people, food has always been a great blessing in the world. However, one side of the water and soil, raising one side of the people, food is also in the food of the four sides, but also presents the humanistic heritage of this side of the water and soil.
On the veranda, the elderly are sitting quietly on the mashidun, and the old-fashioned radio beside them is full of classic Cantonese songs and rich old-fashioned flavor. An exquisite small stone mill is pushed by the old man's element. The old man holds a spoonful of black sesame seeds and a small amount of pointed glutinous rice in one hand, adds it into the grinding eye bit by bit, pushes it slowly in the other hand, and grinds it carefully, which is familiar to the oil seller. And such a spoonful actually takes nearly ten minutes to grind. Jumping away from the field of vision, it looks like a picture of quiet years, and the good intentions flow from people's hearts.
once, I always thought that the most beautiful scenery would be in the distance. Later, I slowly discovered that all kinds of life are the most beautiful scenery. I asked the old man to freeze the beautiful time picture of this scene, but the old man laughed and waved and refused: "I don't want to be online celebrity, you like sesame paste, just don't take me in." Whatever the reason, it should be respected. So I simply put away the camera and begged my daughter to give it a try. Going back and forth a dozen times, the arm is completely slow to resist, which is going to be sour. The old man's deep eyes bent into a crescent moon: "Don't worry, take your time, grind it slowly, so that the sesame paste now ground will be smoother and more delicious." If you want to think about life, why not do it step by step, take your time, do it carefully, and do it in a down-to-earth manner.
The sun's oblique light hits the wrinkled face of the old man, and he can't hide his happy face. The dust floating in the air overflows colorful planetesimals, and the backlight is still. If time and space are still. The old man took the spoon from his daughter's hand, slowly added a spoonful of raw materials to the grinding eye, and continued to push the stone mill in a rhythmic circle, as if time had slowed down with the rotation of the stone mill. And life in time is like grinding sesame paste with a stone mill, slowly grinding it into a rich and mellow fragrance.
A bowl of sesame paste, almond paste and peanut paste for three yuan ... reflects the satisfaction of diners in front of people around the table, facing the sunlight like a spotlight. The light smoke curling up, wisps of floating and gathering real human fireworks, filled with a strong atmosphere of life, is really touching.
I met the taste buds on the tip of my tongue, and then walked along the river into a romantic and quiet time in the sunny water town. The ancient single-hole stone bridge was mottled, and a father and son just sat on the stone steps of the stone bridge, chatting and enjoying the sunshine. Judging from the father, he is not much older than us, and the child is eleven or two years old. Passing by, I couldn't help glancing a few more times. I don't know what the father's gentle voice said, and the smile on the child's face is as bright as the sunshine in the sky. The father and son are surrounded by the sun and pure smiles. If this time is extremely ordinary and pure, it will surely be a wonderful time in each other's lives.
Yu Guangzhong, on the other side of the stone bridge, a couple gazed at the railing and couldn't help but think of the artistic conception in Gu Cheng's poem: "We stand and don't talk, it's very beautiful", and the breeze hit the face, overflowing with a romantic atmosphere. Turning around in an instant, my husband and daughter came down the stairs and waited for their slow-paced eyes with a brush. My husband's burly figure was made into a peacock finger shadow with his daughter in the sun, and the shadow was somewhat lovely. And in this world's crowded life, there is always a lot of loveliness.
"Beautiful girl, buy vegetables, what a beautiful dish ..." I don't know if I can't stand the call of "beautiful girl" or I can't hear the words of "beautiful dish". In short, such a voice is magical to me, even if I don't stop, I will look back. Walking along the steps, the sound coming from the dock is the direction that draws people's hearts. On the stone steps of the dock, old people sit in groups of three or five along the steps, enjoying themselves while watching chess. By the bridge of the ferry pier, two grandmothers chatted one build and one build. In front of the three old people, there was a temporary stall. On the stall, the green and yellow papaya had just the right natural ripeness. Tomatoes are uneven in size, their bodies are covered with red coats and yellow, and their tinges are strange. However, when they are plucked at a glance, the appearance of natural and ripe tomatoes planted by themselves as children is quite graceful. Although the green and green white radish is ugly, it must have a sweet and tender heart based on past shopping experience. Mustard cabbage, yellow-toothed, white-headed cabbage, and "red-billed, green parrot song" small-wave vegetables ... all kinds of leafy vegetables are tied into bundles, which are all fresh and juicy and tender. Even if there are all vegetables that can't be named.
My daughter was clamoring for tomatoes, and she was provoked by standing in front of the food stall, and some of her legs and feet could not be moved. Thinking in my mind, what dishes should I choose to take home? "Shall we take some dishes home?" The words came out of my mouth. Just at that moment, a handful of yellow-toothed and white-late Chinese flowering cabbage, like a bunch of roses in your hand, has been held in Mr. Wang's hand. "Auntie, how much is this cabbage heart?" . Aunt "three yuan a catty" took the flower stalk and put it on the scale. "How much is a catty of tomatoes?" My daughter's tender voice rang. "There's not much left. You can buy all of them, two yuan and 51 Jin." My aunt handed me and my daughter plastic bags. I thought to myself, "This dish is really good and cheap." My husband pointed to a handful of celery that was green enough to pinch juice. Before my husband could ask me, my aunt uttered "five pieces of celery." "This celery is quite good. Take a handful and fry it." Mr. Wang happily reached out and took a handful of parsley from his aunt. Suddenly, the thick smell of fireworks filled the time.
I can't help thinking that walking through the streets and rushing through the crowded streets can always give people a fresh sense of life and always make them feel at ease. And those who are steadfast, hardworking and love life in ordinary times are also beautiful and lovely. Sometimes I wonder why such a scene always makes people feel strange. Presumably, all this is only because of a pure and simple, and that quietly held in the bottom of my heart in the ordinary years in the true sense of contentment, thus casting a comfortable and calm in my heart. Picking up the bought food, I felt satisfied and happy, and both of them returned home. However, in life, all the fine things are worth falling in love with. And natural scenery and life are wonderful scenery everywhere, which are deep in people's peace of mind.