Go up the mountain to see Pingchuan.

( 1)

"Up the hill to see would.

There is a peony in Pingchuan.

It looks easy, but it's hard to take it off.

It's no use taking it from you.

It's no use taking it from you.

……"

-Hezhou Daling "Climbing the Mountain and Looking at Pingchuan"

This famous flower in Hezhou, whose original author is anonymous, should be the crystallization of the collective creation of folk art. In some Hezhou flower singing, some people classify this flower as a Qinghai folk song and discuss it from an academic point of view. This coloratura is called Hezhou Daling, and the adapted version, tune and lyrics have changed slightly, while the tune style of the whole coloratura still retains the singing style of Hezhou Daling.

Folk songs come from life. People who go up the mountain to see Pingchuan will have the opportunity to discover this beautiful scenery first, and the first person to sing this flower aria may be a shepherd boy. Peony, the symbol of my lover, is no stranger to comparison among flowers. Flowers and teenagers, mountains and Pingchuan, what kind of combination style is this? A violent collision between the Loess Plateau and the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau several years ago, under the interaction, formed a fresh and contrasting landscape, like an intimate dialogue between the Central Plains civilization and the grassland civilization.

When I hear her, I always think of Linxia North Plateau, and the place where I climb mountains and sing may also be Dongxiang East Plateau. The heroic feeling of "looking at the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs" suddenly filled my heart. Peony growing in Pingchuan is mostly in Hezhou City. The foothills of Taizi Mountain and Dalijiashan Mountain in Linxia are surrounded by the Yellow River, Taohe River, Daxia River and Guangtong River, and are still imprinted with the life imprint of ancient ancestors. The lifestyle of living by aquatic plants makes Linxia's counties and cities seem to have such geological structures. The county seat is in Woye Pingchuan, and the county seat is binjiang road, which is very close to Castle Peak.

Surrounded by mountains and waters, mountains are surrounded by water, which is a metaphor for Hezhou, worthy of the name.

Cut to the chase, mountains and rivers set each other off, which is the portrayal of Linxia. Even in the bitter and dry Dongxiang and Yongjing Xishan. The local people sang, "Red hills and white mud heads, and the Yellow River flows west." The Yellow River flows through Liujiaxia in Yongjing and turns a corner, forming a wetland with beautiful ecology. Nature's nature can be described as magic.

Dongxiang county City locks the South Dam, and there is no water in the dam. The asphalt road passing through the city, cars coming and going, like a river lying on a dam.

It is often a mountain, and there is a road in the mountain; A river with a bridge over it is regarded as a boundary and divided into administrative areas. In the western land, there are many such landmark landscapes, and they must be very famous. I wonder what kind of layout there is between them. Here, I stepped into the Tibetan area, behind which was the agricultural area. Multicultural elements that coexist everywhere gather here and complement each other. From ancient times to the present, it is a vivid and different landscape. Humanity is shaped in mountains and rivers, and people get along with nature, which is wonderful.

The craggy mountains and vast rivers are in front of us, which seems to imply that the eyes of nature reveal eternal mysteries, but I haven't understood them yet. Fortunately, I devoted myself to reading again and again, and at the moment of confusion, people slowly opened up. Aware of nature, people began to focus their interest in reading on their own origins, about survival and ecological environment. Attracted by this clue, the chaotic consciousness will search for the past, and it is not difficult to find such a shape: the mountain looks at people, and we stand not far away.

In recent years, I have been wandering in the mountains of Dongxiang, climbing the heights of life, and I have always had an unspeakable feeling in my heart. I don't think this is the original Dongxiang. Sometimes I can't believe the changes of times and people.

The height of the gate is like a person's backbone. With the development of modern transportation, mountains have lost their original difficulties, and people can walk thousands of miles a day. Every time I sit on the bus in every village, dongxiang county City spirals up the road to Nantong, and I close my eyes and meditate. I have traveled countless times and experienced the tenacity of life. The familiar scenery is a bit boring.

However, the willows planted along the way, I do not know when, have been lush and thriving.

However, while I am happy, I can't help but feel a little worried. The word that comes to mind describes Dongxiang, which stops in a deep ravine and is in the concept of drought and water shortage. Along the expressway, it is covered with green vegetation and sprayed with green every year. At the gully intersection along the way, the planted alfalfa changed from green to yellow, and the pink bouquet of gladiolus spread all the way to Sonamba, which can be said to be fragrant all the way. Trees, mostly fast-growing willows, grow from slender bodies to swaying in a few years. Sophora japonica, a common tree species in Hezhou city, has grown on the east slope of Dongda University, surrounded by lush pines, which is no longer so conspicuous.

Looking back, I saw an open world at the corner, that is Linxia Basin. Overlooking the city at the foot of the mountain, hidden in the blue waves.

The joy that rose from the bottom of my heart suddenly passed by at the corner of the mountain road, and Hezhou was hidden behind the mountain. On the road ahead, it is Dongxiang that I yearn for. I can't help but imagine how I will meet.

But beautiful scenery is not just rich. The problem of poverty comes more from the fear of poverty. Being content with poverty and treating money like dirt is the lofty of ancient literati. The temptation to join the WTO, worldly troubles, still need people to rely on spiritual strength, which has always been the case. There is no room for maneuver to get rid of the melancholy of poverty and solidarity, and embrace the auspicious celebrations of two generations, which shows the value of spiritual ethics.

No matter from the exploration of history and culture or geographical considerations, there is still a way to go between the rich and the poor and between urban and rural areas.

Here, I'm talking about intuition.

On the way to Dongxiang, green hills winding along the way, birds singing and flowers fragrant. It is easy to give people an initial intuition, and then have an illusion about Dongxiang. This bus line can also extend to the mountain village. Dongxiang locals used to call those mountain villages that they didn't go to often "Houdongxiang". Hiderigami landform covers an area of about 12 township with deep valleys, accounting for nearly half of the county. Sparse vegetation is the main problem that puzzles local people to get rid of poverty.

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A few years ago, I visited six or seven families in a village in Dongxiang. Although I am alone, and there is no accompanying car, because in the steep ravine, the vehicles are useless, and cycling has become a burden.

Walking into these farmhouses, the topic is also straight to the point, explaining myself and the purpose of this trip-rural basic education, family and left-behind children's education. However, the interviewed villagers insisted on treating me as a cadre who came down from the countryside and told me about their family difficulties and various difficulties in life, including medical care, disability, subsistence allowances and so on. That's all they care about

These problems that have nothing to do with education are closely related to education. I listened to them patiently and carefully recorded the population of their family, how many mountains they have and how many potatoes they harvest every year. Later, I realized that I digress. My task seems to be to help the poor.

Only one grandmother said that she finally got to the point, which is very rare. She told me that her son and daughter-in-law went to Guangzhou to work last year and opened a Muslim beef noodle restaurant in Sanyuanli. Linxia migrant workers, the preferred way to make a living, mostly open restaurants, the premise is to solve other people's food and clothing first, and then solve their own food and clothing.

At that moment, my eyes suddenly lit up. Standing in the mountains all around, this thirsty and dry village raised a hope in my heart.

Next to my grandmother, a teenage girl stood timidly looking at me. I asked the old man, "Grandma, is this your granddaughter?" The old man replied, "Yes, her Ada and Anna went to Guangzhou." At this time, grandma looked at the distant mountain.

Now there are only two of them at home, and the little girl is in the third grade of primary school. Over the ridge, I approached the primary school. The campus is covered with red bricks, which is a well-structured bungalow. This school is the most beautiful building in the mountain village of Fiona Fang.

Generosity and charity are not the purpose of poverty alleviation. Although they know that I can't give anything, they still hope that I can consider giving them financial support in life. Tears will fall.

Turn around and walk away shyly. I think of Zhang Chengzhi's essay "Self-Redemption". Wealth gathers to wealth instead of shifting to poverty, such as "insufficient losses and surplus". The gap between the rich and the poor makes people feel helpless.

I turned and hurried away, filled with their expectations.

(3)

That time, it was in hejia village, Monagou Township, Linxia County.

Standing on the side of the road, before I could ask, the local villagers pointed to the ravine around them and said to me, Look at that Zhuangzi, Jia Doumei's home, who lives in that ravine.

My heart sank and I looked in the direction of his finger. The valley is empty and lonely, and the cold wind in early winter slowly passes my ears. I saw the farmers in the ravine, scattered among the overlapping ridges, solidified into a sea of Wang Yang, distributed from the bottom of the valley to the terraced fields on the top of the mountain, rippling with waves.

Before liberation, my sister Gadou, who grew up in a poor family, married a well-off family. When she went to fetch water at the foot of the mountain, she met Marco, who was herding sheep, and Marco, who was kind enough, to help Sister Gadou carry water up the mountain. Two unscrupulous people came and went, and they entrusted each other with the love of their lives. Finally, a sad story was deduced, which was widely circulated in the local area. According to this story, radio dramas, flower dramas and novels were created.

Aesthetics holds that beauty comes from tragedy. In ancient Greece, tragedy meant "the song of the goat". Some people say that idealists are also perfectionists and pessimists. Because life is imperfect, they are compassionate, full of ideal expectations and have supreme respect for life. Spirit is superior to matter, and inner pleasure is obtained.

The Ma Wu brothers in literary works are also called the Ma Wu brothers. Legend has it that this story has been going on for a long time. Every time I pass by the mud ditch in the desert, the locals will tell me that Brother Ma and Sister Gadou live there and feel deep sympathy and pity for their tragic fate. Lev tolstoy once said: "All happy families are similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." When I was a child, when I was listening to the radio drama "Brother Ma and Sister Dou", I conceived a picture in my mind. Two men rode white horses and ran to the depths of the grassland. Just like the story of the prince and princess, they entered a beautiful fairy tale.

"Wipe the red table, pour the tea in the fine porcelain cup.

Three-layer cake with nine layers of oil fragrance is not my sister's heart.

Mei Ma is kind-hearted, and the white cloth towel is wrapped in rock sugar.

The rock candy on the pillow, do you want to eat it? Don't eat your mind.

……"

-Hezhou Huaer's "Brother Ma Wu and Sister Gadou"

I still remember the folk song adapted from this story. When I was a baby, I heard my mother humming it until I fell asleep. My mother's memory makes me curious. Many years later, when I came back from this legend, I had a close handshake with it.