Persimmon garden prose

It is said to be the largest loess plateau in Gansu Province, second only to Dong Zhiyuan in Qingyang. Just listening to the name gives you a sense of thoroughfare. Elegant and confident, calm and calm, not angry and arrogant, bold and unrestrained. ...

Plateau is the darling and treasure of many geographical forms in the northwest Loess Plateau. Compared with Maopo Chuan 'ao in Shanlianggou, it is an oasis in arid loess, the most beautiful peasant girl and rice wine. Yes, it should also be a poem growing on yellow soil. The word "Zhong Ling Yu Xiu" has been scrawled by pseudo-modern civilization, and it has become more and more pale, air-dried into a dead prop, with no texture and no life. When it is re-engraved on the Loess Plateau by the pen of nature, it will swim back to the sea like a fish in a dry river, and slowly unfold a beautiful autumn picture in a glass like a dry chrysanthemum. The tableland will be vivid and vivid, get rid of the cold monotony of hibernation, paint the makeup of youth on the face, and breathe the hearty vitality into a Changhong drinking stream. As a result, a group of healthy and upright people are more and more energetic, with burning faces and dense air. ...

What word tableland traverses the whole territory of Lingtai from east to west. This small county, located in the middle of the Loess Plateau, splits in two, gripping the throat of Shaanxi and Gansu. There are not many resources and geographical advantages except the cultural accumulation and legends in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, which exude dark light like bronzes in the distance. With the continuous penetration of modern civilization and the decline of transportation energy, Lingtai is really just a legend.

Bread is the pillar of life. However, the history and basic survival mode of farming civilization in Lingtai, which depends on the sky for food and soil for digging, never seems to have changed much. Anyone who tries to rewrite it is just a breeze that has nothing to do with people's livelihood itself. When the apple tree in Qin Guan was planted, Zhang Laohan, a sharp-tongued man from a certain country, smoked a long pipe, squinting against the haystack and basking in the chilly warm sun in spring. Looking at the peasant army busy planting apple trees, he casually said a few jingles-"spring plants sprout in summer, autumn roots out, and winter drinks a pot of tea."

Lion Terrace is the Long Mai of Lingtai. It is big and flat, and the land is like gold. "The plateau cannot be abolished, or it will be abolished." This is a sentence that the older generation often talks about. It's hard to imagine, if there is no word table, what else can there be?

After China entered the period of rapid economic and social development, it has become the general trend to adjust the industrial structure to obtain the maximum economic benefits. A new batch of apples has been planted again. This time, at least it is certain that the tree species are excellent, and the management and technical guidance are not the same as before. If you can really benefit from the apple forest belt in Qinchuan, Shaanxi Province, it will be a good thing for Lingtai people who have been digging in the soil for generations.

History can always be proved by time, and there will always be answers.

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Between Heihe River and Daxi River, two tributaries south of the Jinghe River system in Longdong, a vast loess plateau has been formed from west to east since ancient times. The easternmost point starts from Zaoyuan Township in Changwu County and Diaojie Street in Lingtai County. The main towns and villages in Lingtai County, such as Yidian, Xitun, Lion, Beigou, Shangliang and Chaona, are scattered in the west like pearls. Since then, it has stubbornly crossed several points, and the east-west bifurcation has been extended to Xiagou Circle in Huoxing Township, Minle Garden in Longmen Township, and even Tianchongyuan in Wangjiashan Village, and it has gradually come to an end. The total length from east to west is about 120 miles, and the average width from north to south is over 40 miles. It is magnificent and natural. It is spectacular and amazing that the Loess Plateau can have such a large-scale tableland with few fault blocks.

The only explanation why such a huge plateau can be completely preserved is that the ancestors often lived by water, and the Chuan Dao Valley was the main place for them to live, farm and multiply. As early as the Mixuguo period in Shang and Zhou Dynasties, persimmon garden was still an uncivilized primitive pasture with dense grass and lush trees. It is with such a good natural ecological barrier that the erosion of tableland surface by soil erosion is slow and difficult. It is not clear when people began to live on the plateau. But in any case, this living method is just to dig a kiln at the edge of the tableland, with the aim of getting as close to the water source as possible. There are still few people in the middle of the plateau. Dare to repair the pit of Zhuangzi to the hinterland of tableland is no less than the exploration and attempt in the history of navigation. Any one is a powerful challenge to overcome water shortage, burning and wildlife invasion. However, I was a little nervous on the garden, and seemed to vaguely hear the death knell of ecological disaster. For whom does the bell toll? I don't know. From then on, the bad luck on Yuanshang came little by little. This kind of worry is not exaggerated at all. The ecology of the Loess Plateau is actually irreversible, and the difficulty of restoration will be several times that of destruction.

Things have changed and people have changed. In fact, there should be more things than people. Compared with history, the area of the lion tableland has definitely decreased. Today, it has become the largest dry farming base, densely populated area and economic development zone in the county. When the development of science and technology solves many problems in human life, such as water use, labor-saving farming and convenient transportation, it is the biggest temptation of the plateau. Under its influence, the historical indigenous people of mountains and rivers, which were originally suitable for human habitation, began to migrate to the tableland. When talking with the relocated households, they said that Sichuan is actually quite good, with fertile land, convenient irrigation, beautiful scenery, fresh air and little limelight. But cats can't catch up with dogs, and few girls in the new generation are willing to marry in the mountains. For farmers who regard reproduction as the first class, this is simply cutting off all their living heads and thoughts in this world from the roots.

As a result, there are more villages and fewer green trees in Yuanshang. There are more buildings in villages and towns, wider streets and less farmland. The ancient Ziyuan, the ancient indigenous people in Lingtai and the ancient way of life are all changing quietly and hard. Deadpan, unstoppable. ...

Looking at the whole country and the world, isn't it that cats can't climb trees and dogs can't get out? Some ethnic groups want to be gentle, polite, frugal and simple, but the trees want to be quiet and the wind will not stop. We always have to pay a heavy price for blind obedience, competition and resisting the infinite expansion of human desires. However, there is no other way.

Once again, I heard the sound of wheat seedlings jointing in the cross tableland. I also heard the sound of this ancient land.

Therefore, I can only walk on this plateau again and again. Sometimes I ride a bike, but more often I walk. Measure its remaining and slightly damaged area with both feet, listen to its heart sound and trace its history. One moonlit night, I sat alone on the edge of the ridge, sipped a pot of old local wine, gave it a sip, talked to it and spoke from the heart. My heart is too shallow to hold its heavy silence and full of worries. Let's let it melt in the wine.

My hometown is a small village in Lion Town in the hinterland of Lion Plateau. The mountain spring that raised me merged into a trickle and meandered into the Heihe River. I love the plateau, as pious and awe-inspiring as guarding a mother's love. Anyone who desecrates and hurts this land is my natural enemy.

On the New Year's Day of 20 10, I walked north alone along the stream at the bottom of my hometown ditch, just for my childhood dream. When a boy of about ten years old was herding sheep in a ditch, he looked at the stream and thought it would flow to the horizon. His imagination of the geographical form of mountains and rivers was suddenly magnified infinitely. Thus, a vast fantasy world took root in the boy's heart. In this life, he is destined to have an indissoluble bond with mountains and rivers, and he will keep going. However, the dream came more than 30 years late, what's the taste? The stream under the thin ice layer is very clear, so you must listen to the sound of the water with your heart. The valley at the bottom of the ditch is extremely quiet. It's been more than 30 years, and time seems to have never passed from the beginning. It is only embedded in loess ravines and cliffs. I'm 38 years old this year, and I'm almost confused. But the desire and enthusiasm for walking never waned. On this day of reunification, walking like this must have its special significance. It should be the beginning of the revival of the secret code rhythm in my life and the beginning of contact with the earth. Thick and dignified has become the background color of life, but it is no less than the passion of youth. Yes, this is getting closer to the spiritual core of the lion tableland. After a much more difficult journey than I expected, I finally arrived in Heihe. Looking at the twilight when the two waters meet, I feel sad and happy, and I seem to have infinite thoughts. Bypass the road, cross the flower slope from the duck's mouth, and climb to the northernmost end of the lion tableland again panting. Looking back, I can't help sighing. My life track just drew a circle, both closed and open. Just like this quiet heart, it never leaves.

That day, winter was still cold, but the sunshine was surprisingly good. The tableland is vast, the crops are dormant, and the heart begins a new journey early.

I will walk all over your length and width in my life, but I will never walk all over your thickness and depth.

Seasons get old, but years don't. Me neither. In the bronze winter twilight, I stood on the ancient statue of the Greek god of war, whose feet could never leave the earth.