Ink fishing village, painting Xiangxi prose

On the northeast bank of Poyang Lake, deep in the smoke, there is a long and deep branch of the lake. The lake is quiet and beautiful. When ducks and waterfowl foraging in the lake swim through this place, they will create ripples in the circle, spread them out and move the water dynamically. On the edge of the south bank of the lake bay, there is a large green willow forest. Under the thick willow shade, a small fishing village called Xiangxi appeared from time to time. She is like a picture of a beautiful water town dyed with ink, quietly scattered by the water bank, and her expression is so calm, quiet and serene.

"The moonlight is good, and the night breeze stays. Fishing songs go ashore at night, and dogs bark around the fence There are calves in the house, tigers in the village, sad faces in the smoke, and leaves in Qiu Si. " I don't know whose girl it is, singing the song "Xiangxi Sleeps Late" at the head of the village. This song was sung by Huaining, a Nankang native, and CoCo Lee, an adult from Gui Li, in the autumn of Jiajing, Daming, to praise the beautiful scenery of the water town.

Crisp and crisp singing, floating between the empty lake and the sky, sounds so sweet, just like human nature. When the song went down the road, rolled over the treetops, swept the roof, slid over the windowsill, slipped into my room, got into my eardrum and fell into my heart, and my heart was completely melted by her in an instant.

I love Xiang, not only because she is my hometown where I was born and raised. Although I sucked her milk, kissed her milk and listened to her beautiful lullaby growing up in the cradle, for a while, I hated her in my heart, even deeply.

I hate that her land is barren and remote, and there are no rich natural resources for people to enjoy. Once, she made us struggle in poverty and pain. I hate her boundless, boundless, isolated from the outside world, so that I can't find a way to the outside world; I hate her monotonous colors and slow pace of life. In the years without passion, my body and mind were in extreme panic.

Later, I finally used my youth, self-confidence and some capital and courage to challenge my life, and did the right thing at the right time, that is, I seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and escaped from the poor, remote, small fishing village-Xiangxi. Put yourself out of the flashy world and spin wildly. Crawling around in the world of red dust with gorgeous colors and neon lights, singing and dancing, indulging in money and material desires, and fully enjoying the dream life composed of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

Now, I feel very tired in the world of mortals, in the crowd and in the storm of life. I quietly hid in my own Yi Ran Zhai, and I was too scared to go out again. Every time I sit in my study and think behind closed doors, I always feel that I have lost something over the years, even if I can't find it again. But as for what I lost, I was at a loss and couldn't say clearly.

Suddenly, a foreign literary friend of mine, whom I have never met before, suddenly came to the town where I live. When he rushed into my office and said to me, "Brother Mingran, please take me to your hometown, Xiangjiang River in the depths of Poyang Lake", my heart suddenly lit up. I finally understand that what I have left in my heart is my long-lost affection and nostalgia.

So, I smiled and said to my friend, today, we won't go first. Just listen to me in my office and talk about my hometown. Leave a general impression in your mind before you go to the field, because I am afraid that you will feel a sense of loss after you go. If things are like that, the effect will be very bad.

So I told him the story of my hometown endlessly.

Xiangxi Township, located in the southeast of duchang county, is a peninsula-shaped place in the east of Poyang Lake. She faces Yinghu Lake and Boque Lake in the east, and faces Nanfeng Town across the lake. South of Poyang Lake, connected with Poyang Lake and Xinjian; It borders Pingchi Lake in the west, echoes Wan Hu Town from afar, and borders Shishan Township in the north, with a total area of 28. 7 square kilometers. There are 10 village-level administrative organizations in the whole countryside, including 8 village committees in Huang Po, Xinfeng, Cao Heng, Malong, Xintang, Xinxing, Jingtou and Shengyang, Xiangxi Neighborhood Committee and Seed Farm Village Committee, which are the most typical towns in Poyang Lake.

My hometown, Xiangxi, a fishing village, is located on the south bank of Xiangxi River, where the water from Dongxiwan flows into the mouth of Poyang Lake. In the middle of the river, a small earth dam cut off the river obliquely and connected with jujube trees on the other side of the river. It is the birthplace of the Yu family in Xiangjiang River, and its descendants have spread all over Duchang, Poyang and dozens of other counties. On the east and west sides of jujube tree are Dongwan, Xiwan and Laowu, and on the northeast side of Laowu is the famous Gaoluling in Poyang Lake area. Legend has it that it is a haunt of snake spirits and foxes. Turn around and look south along the direction of the bend of the river. After several Woods, the end of green grass is the mythical old buddhist nun. For thousands of years, it has been a sacred place in the hearts of fishermen working on Poyang Lake, and it is a place full of incense. Once upon a time, people who lived in East Poyang Lake kowtowed, burned incense and set off firecrackers whenever they went out of the lake, as long as they drank water in front of Old buddhist nun's mouth. After worshipping God, they dare to sail boldly and safely, so as to achieve smooth sailing and return safely.

On the northwest side of the fishing village, there is a low Huangtuling called Hushan. The ridge is densely forested, changeable, lush, lush and full of vitality. But don't think it's just a hill. In fact, it is the ancestor of the Yu family in western Hunan, the hero of Daming and the grave of Dashan. Even in the era of great achievements in building water conservancy and digging mountains and canals, it was secretly protected by Yu clan and was not infringed at all.

Opposite Hushan is Yangshutang. On the dam heading for Yangshutang, there is a row of green thorn trees. Although the tree is not very tall, it is also amazing.

I walked around Yangshutang and came to the stalls in the East and West Kans. Outside the Kans, on the Kans and under the Kans, buildings and fields crisscrossed, and green waves burst like waves. Wild flowers are scattered all over the place, if in a painting. There is a thriving atmosphere everywhere.

The village is full of Huizhou architecture in Ming and Qing Dynasties. Most of them have been demolished in the process of relocation, but my old house is still there. In order to protect our old house and leave a long-lasting memory for future generations, at that time, our three brothers were unmoved by the immediate interests and voluntarily gave up the three building indicators for moving to a new site, so that the old house was lucky enough to be preserved. To this day, we have always felt that the original decision was correct and never regretted it.

When spring comes, Poyang Lake is rainy season. At this time, the grass on the shore of the lake turned green first. It is green and dense. Old uncles who graze on the lake beach always wear hats and hemp fibers, roll up a pair of trousers high, walk on the deep and shallow lake beach, yell at the cows around them, and wander slowly. The days are always passing slowly. The Xiangjiang River in the rain and fog will slow down at this time, just like the smoke on the roof, mixed with rain and fog, which makes people confused where the rain and fog are and where the smoke is. Small villages, mountains and rivers, and willows are all hidden in front of a lake, just like the fairyland of Yaotai Qionglin over nine days, which is fascinating.

Then the water in Poyang Lake began to fill up slowly. At this time, the fishermen who relaxed for a winter began to plan their livelihood for a year. They believe that those people should be sent to Huzhou to mow grass, arrange for those people to repair boats on the lake beach, and arrange for women and children to go to the willow forest in front of the village to dry their fishing nets. Because, everyone should make all preparations in advance for the summer fish season. Every time I see all this in front of me, someone always sighs: "The spring lake warms the duck prophet, and the fisherman is most anxious to prepare for farming. The wind blows ten miles, the blue waves rise and the beachhead boat is ready. "

Summer has arrived and the lake has risen. The earth dam and stone bridge in front of the village were also submerged by the rising lake. People on both sides of a river can only travel by boat. Because my home is near the lake, people often leave their sculls on the boat in front of my house after disembarking. My old father smiled and kindly said to everyone, just leave them at the door and I'll watch for you. Don't worry about your business.

Under the willow trees on the shore of the lake, there are always short and enchanting voices of village women and their parents, which makes people feel warm. Children are often active among the dense green willows. They drill holes in trees, catch cicadas, hide and seek, and play the game of eagle catching chickens. I often like to pick a willow leaf and put it in my mouth to play the flute after getting wet in water. The flute will roll in the lake and sky, and overflow on the willow forest, making the fishing village between water and clouds full of vitality. Occasionally, once or twice, online affairs gather at the edge of the willow forest. At that time, no matter who it was, everyone was watching around the shore, watching the lively fish and rippling on the clear lake with a smile. Ducks that have been leisurely foraging on the shore are disturbed by the noisy crowd and never dare to return to the shore again.

In autumn, the lake began to recede slowly. Poyang Lake at this time is a good flood season to catch red-eyed whitebait and lake shrimp. The whitebait runners are in groups of two boats, connected by fine nets. They used the early autumn wind to sail hard, chase the fish season and run in circles on Poyang Lake. Every time they leave the lake, the fishermen bring back a lot of gains. The small whitebait in the boat house is dazzling and refreshing.

There are also some experienced fishermen, carrying shrimps in groups, stepping on the autumn frost all the way down to the lake to catch shrimps, swimming in the cold lake naked, wearing shabby cotton-padded jackets and straw ropes, making the closest contact with Poyang Lake, often forgetting the cold and becoming focused, as if people and the lake have been integrated.

When winter comes, water comes out of the beach and almost the whole lake bed is exposed. At this time, Poyang Lake was divided into large and small beaches by water lanes, and the beaches were covered with aquatic plants and food, which became a free and happy paradise for winter migratory birds. Swans, geese, wild ducks, and fishermen's livestock and poultry chase and play with each other in the hut. The scene is so harmonious and warm.

Abandoned boats and sampans are everywhere in the mud grass near the lake. Ropes and cables discarded due to serious wear and tear are put into snakes that hibernate for a long time, and they break into people's sight from time to time, which makes people feel scared inadvertently.

Year after year, day after day. No matter how the seasons change, there is only one thing about Poyang Lake in my dream, and that is: her water is clear and pure; Her grass is dark green and lush; Her coastline is brownish gray; Her clouds are gray; Her fishing village is green and gray. Therefore, everything on this lake seems to be a painting dyed with ink, an elegant and clean natural ink painting. My hometown, Xiang, is a village depicted in ink painting.

Now, I have left Xiangxi for more than 20 years by counting my fingers. How is she now? I want to meet her after such a long separation. Every time I sit in the study and do nothing, I can't help but hold that yearning when I think of my hometown. In the depths of missing, there will be a lot of sadness and a little emotion inadvertently, which often excites me.

Well, my story is over. I said to my friend: I can start taking you to Xiangxi now!