Four-four-one, the other side of the flower blooms

The old people chanted poems and songs along the way, and the atmosphere was very lively, and Shandan was also infected by their optimism and loveliness, and slowly stopped sinking into his own sorrow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The bus arrived at the destination and the group got off.

In front is "Sanli Yangdu", a crystal clear river zigzags and bends, both sides are green, lush bamboo forests, several small bamboo boats have been parked on the riverside, not far away is "small bridge, flowing water, people".

Shandan remembered a poem by Lu You that was appropriate for the occasion:

"Feelings"

On the Buju Mirror Lake, a nunnery is surrounded by green screens.

The bamboo forest is hidden, and the ridge road is green.

Qian Teng Li strange stone, a new and dangerous pavilion.

Although the chariots and horses are swept, the apes and birds forget their shapes.

I traveled half of Kyushu, and I wasted all the green shoes; I didn't know that the snow was full of temples, and the clouds were in the clouds.

Dansha collects arrows, and Poria cocos cuts human form.

The sky is small and the crane is three thousand years old in an instant.

It has always been a tool for local residents to rely on for generations, when there are tourists, the boat can be used as a tourist tool, and it can also be used to catch fish.

There are as many bamboos as there are in the mountains, and after cutting a few bamboos, chipping, polishing, and nailing, you can make a simple and durable boat.

A few simple villagers stood at the bow of the boat with oars, trying their best to stabilize the rickety boat in the water, their faces were innocent and innocent, and the scorching southern sun made these thin, lean southerners look like atavists of the indigenous people of Africa:

Tall and broad forehead, flat and huge nostrils with a nose bridge, thick upturned lips, dark skin, black and white, big eyes with mostly white whites and white teeth, thin and muscular and tendon body, wearing only a loose, colorful shorts and a sweatshirt that does not cover much of the body, which makes people suddenly feel the shadow of the primitive aborigines.

They did not speak, but held the boat intimately, the pickaxe in their hands inserted into the shore, leaning their bodies, their muscles tense, and they could see that they had exerted a great deal of strength to balance themselves and the boat.

Everyone helped each other to get on the boat steadily, and sat on the chairs made of bamboo, which lined up on both sides of the boat.

The boatman's draft pressed a little to the shore, and the boat paddled lightly into the water.

The breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

It is the ninth month of the lunar calendar, but the summer of Yongcheng is far from over, it is like a naughty child who refuses to go home, wantonly swaying his enthusiasm in the sky of Yongcheng.

The surface of the river is sparkling, and from time to time fish jump out of the water, perform an elegant turn in the air, and then "poof" jump into the water, bobbing their heads and tails, and swimming freely into the distance.

In such a beautiful fairyland, it is easy to forget the troubles of the world.

Shandan was also immersed in this pleasant beauty, and her mind ran far away, she remembered the scenes of singing and shepherding sheep on the summer grassland and fishing in the stream in front of her door.

Yongcheng belongs to the southwest border, and the singing and dancing of ethnic minority areas is naturally a must.

When Shandan fell into his own reverie, the old man in the two boats began to sing to each other.

"Hey—sing the mountain song hey

Sing here and there

Mountain songs are like spring river water

Not afraid of danger, there are many bends and bends

Thank you, thank you, folks from all over the world

I don't have a good meal today

Only mountain songs respect relatives, respect relatives

Hey, what a fight on the water

What a high-rise building on the surface of the water

What kind of parasol on the water surface, what kind of white head on the water surface

Hey, what a parasol on the water

What water surface is white-headed

What has a mouth and does not speak, and what has no mouth to make a fuss

What has feet and does not walk, and what walks without feet

What has feet and doesn't walk, what walks without feet—"

It turned out that Aunt Liang of the Cantonese Opera Troupe had just finished singing, and the "Ah Niu buddies" in the boat opposite couldn't wait to catch up.

"Hey—sing the mountain song hey

Hey, ducks, fights on the water

The big ship rises from the water

The lotus leaf water surface supports the parasol, and the mandarin duck water surface is white

Hey, lotus leaves on the water surface with a parasol

The water surface of the mandarin duck is white-headed

Hey, the Bodhisattva has a mouth and doesn't speak

The gong has no mouth to make a fuss

The rich man has feet and does not walk, and copper coins can walk without feet

Hey, the rich man can't walk on his feet

Copper coins go thousands of homes without feet"

The atmosphere was warm and funny, and the old people tried their best to get a point.

Aunt Liang and the sisters sang again:

"A good singer -

Only the third sister can sing,

I want to say a few words to my brother,

I don't know if Chrysostom can't be opened.

Sing when you want to,

If you want to fish, you will go down to the river,

You take a penny and I cast a net,

Whatever river you go to.

What is the result of hugging the mother's neck, and what is the result of a heart?

What a result holds a comb. What is the result of fish scales?

What is the result of holding a comb, and what is the result of wearing fish scales?"

The opposite "Brother Niu" showed no weakness:

"Hey—sing the mountain song hey

Sing here and there

Mountain songs are like spring river water

Not afraid of danger, there are many bends and bends

Papaya bears a mother's neck, and bananas bear a heart;

The grapefruit bears a comb, and the pineapple bears fish scales;

The grapefruit bears a comb, and the pineapple turns out to be covered with fish scales!"

At first, it was one or two people who made peace and amusement, and then it became a duet between two boats of people.

The calm water flowed merrily in song, and the birds in the forest on the bank flew up to the branches and sang "tick-and-click".

In such a breezy and picturesque autumn day, Shandan forgot about her misfortune for a while, and she quietly enjoyed a rare moment of peace and tranquility.

How good would it be if life was always so good? Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, it is not as good as expected, and after our Shandan has encountered ups and downs in life, she can still feel beautiful, which is really commendable.

In the midst of the song, the boats slowly moved forward, and the scenery on both sides of the strait gradually changed its face, from the lush bamboo forest slowly appeared a fruity orchard, with yellow pomelos hanging on the branches, a huge honey pineapple seductively nestled on the thick trunk, and a large open field banana orchard, a bunch of green and slightly yellowed bananas were ripe, and the longan and lychee trees that had just passed the season were still watching the passing ships in the breeze and singing not far away.

Further ahead, there is a big red rock ten meters square on the shore, and a slightly flat surface is carved with the word "crossing" in a compilation body, which is filled with vermilion paint, so eye-catching and magnificent.

The "crossing" that greeted the eye made the nerves that had not been very clear "Exciting Spirit" shiver, and Shandan seemed to have entered an epiphany from a trance.

This shore enters the other shore, "crossing" the soul of the person, and "crossing" my boat, "crossing" my people, this situation, this scene, this mirror is not "crossing" me?

Suddenly, Shandan seemed to understand the true meaning of this trip and this life, and she realized.

From a general point of view, it turns out that everything that is taken for granted is not right or wrong, it is all the various states of the world - everything that was originally empty and traceless, where is the trouble, where the happiness comes, where the love comes, and where the meaning comes? The only thing is only my own mood, but it is also in a hurry.

Looking at the old man in front of her, she remembered Lu You's "Feelings":

The green sideburns reflected the green clothes at that time, and Yao Gong once remembered the towering.

Where is the old man Xuanduchun? Huabiaotian Gao Crane has not returned.

There are few love words among the generations, and the years are twilight.

Leaning on the building does not have to be sad about the life experience, and the tired and windless will also retreat.

"They don't want to go home, so why should I worry alone?"