Chapter 59 zhangjiawan

To be honest, I have read such poems since I was a child.Before and after the "Cultural Revolution", there were two poets whose collections of poetry were easier to find and read. They were Wen Jie and Guo Xiaochuan.Most of Wen Jie's poems are love poems. I borrowed a collection of poems, copied them all, bound them into a book and read them aloud.I borrowed Guo Xiaochuan's collection of poems from the Chimashan Copper Mine Library in Yangxin, Hubei.A collection of poems worth about three cents a volume, and I charged two yuan for my library card!Really reluctant to return it, I read Guo Xiaochuan's poem countless times."Autumn in Tuanbowa", which he wrote in the May 7th Cadre School, had a great response in the late period of the "Cultural Revolution".Looking back on the past, Guo Xiaochuan, who is known as a warrior poet, has strong bones, but his vision is narrow. Even though I liked to read his poems when I was young, I stopped reading them when I was an adult.I made a special trip to Xianning, Hubei, and saw the red brick houses of the May 7th Cadre School of the Ministry of Culture, and the former residence of Guo Xiaochuan. The bricks and tiles were so well fired. I asked for a piece of red tile, but I couldn’t get it.The red tile of the mechanism has the words "Made by the Ministry of Culture of the People's Republic of China".There is no precedent in history, and there will be no future.

I once wanted to go to Tuanbowa. It is said that Tuanbowa is in Tianjin.One year, when I went to Hengshui, Hebei, Mr. Wang Guanyu pointed to the boundless corn forest in the North China Plain and said: This is the green gauze tent!Suddenly, my memory of Guo Xiaochuan was activated.However, this time is far away from the wave of Chinese poetry in the 1980s.Sometimes I think back late at night, I love that era of poetry.Poetry youth, mimeographed poetry magazines, and poetry clubs spread all over the country.The joy of recitals and published poetry, the topic of immortality. For me, corn is associated with poetry.In Jingdong's corn field, corn plants are densely planted, about two meters high.The flowers on the top of the corn are brown in autumn. Cycling on the road to look at the corn forest, the corn grows evenly, and the top and bottom of the land are green, and a green belt extends infinitely into the distance.The brown top is like a brown belt, holding the light morning mist or rose-like glow on it.Walking in the corn forest, you will face the sweet wind.

Farther away, poplars or weeping willows are lined up in dense green arrays, forming a majestic thick green barrier.If at dusk, there is a faint haze that covers the tops of the corn, spreads to the vast plain, and there is no thick trunk, cicadas and grasshoppers, they will never stop chirping.On the side of the dirt road, there are purslane with small pale yellow flowers, nightshade with small white flowers and small round green fruits, dandelion with lemon yellow flowers, plantain with bunches of small white flowers, burdock with lavender Flowers, trumpet-shaped.The flowers of yellow rice grass are like reed flowers, and the flowers of white wild chrysanthemum are like stars, which are autumn flowers.Motherwort blooms in clusters, and the small purple flowers are very easy to provoke small bees.Datura, white flowers, with prickly round fruit.The flowers of cocklebur are unpretentious, and clusters of small fruits with barbs.On the road, there are white butterflies and yellow butterflies flying gracefully.This kind of flying is so exciting in the afternoon. I would like to stop the car and watch them flying through the flowers quietly. The golden sunlight hits the corntops, a pair of butterflies chasing away, and another pair of butterflies chasing after them.The space of the cornfield, the eternally mysterious space.

Riding east along the embankment of the canal, you will arrive at Zhangjiawan.It was already an economic development zone in Tongzhou, with scattered factories scattered in the corn forest, few cars and few people, and wide and clean roads.There are many cyclists in Zhangjiawan. They don't wear helmets, but they like to ride with yellow army coats on their backs.I thought northerners were afraid of the cold, so they wore military coats in early autumn.Most of the riders are farmers, and the back of the cart is carrying agricultural products or snakeskin bags with unknown contents. The most pleasant place in Zhangjiawan is Xiaogao Lake, which has clear water, rippling waves and pure air.There is a mountain in the middle of the lake, with cluttered rocks and willows and cypresses growing between the rocks, which has the charm of Suzhou gardens.There is an asphalt road around the lake.I bought a new motorcycle and came here to practice. I usually leave after ten weeks around the lake.On the quiet lakeside, the air is fresh, the sun is shining brightly, and the gentle breeze brings the cool air on the water.There is a village to the east of Xiaogao Lake, and there is a wide asphalt road to the southeast of the village. There are tall and luxuriant poplar trees on the roadside, and there is a strip-shaped pond, where water birds occasionally play in the water.Often here, I will stop the car, sit under the shade of a tree by the side of the road, take out mineral water from the trunk, drink water, or light a cigarette accompanied by the cicada cries from the tree.On the other side of the pond, there is a watermelon field. A melon vine is pulled from the round watermelon, like a braid hanging from the bald forehead of a Qing Dynasty.In the distance, the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs crossed over the watermelon fields, which seemed a little smooth.On the watermelon field, there will be a shed supported by four pillars, and there must be a lazy man lying under the shed.He slept really comfortably, and there might be an open watermelon next to his pillow. On a summer afternoon, an open watermelon is a beautiful image.

I usually go to Zhangjiawan in the afternoon or evening.In the afternoon, the sun is shining, there is no wind, the willows are lazy, the corn is standing upright and persistent, and Cicada sings tirelessly.Cattle are rarely seen in the north, and sometimes you can encounter a horse-drawn cart or a donkey cart. The donkey carts are all small. The first donkey cart I saw in the south, I said it was a pony cart, and I was very excited.Farmers on the plains like to take watermelons to the city to sell in a horse-drawn cart.I thought that horse-drawn carriages are most suitable for the capital city, as it is an environmentally friendly means of transportation.When I first arrived in Beijing, I sat across from Lufthansa, and I saw a carriage whizzing by on the road in front of Lufthansa, which was more eye-catching than all the luxury cars.

I imagined Zhangjiawan, which might be like the Shenzhen I went to in the late 1980s. At that time, factories in Shenzhen were located in the wilderness or in the middle of the countryside.Zhangjiawan, its factory buildings surrounded by cornfields, are gradually increasing.Now they are quietly integrated with nature, and there is no sound of machinery.However, I don't think these are important, as long as I ride aimlessly like this, the hot or cool wind blows, the car rushes forward, and the corn rushes back in rows.Riding in the middle of the cornfields on the plains, I give up all thoughts, I become a simple person, breathing the sweet and fragrant breath of the cornfields.The turtledoves on the plain also sing calmly and melodiously.