Chapter 7 Who on the Riverside Sees the Moon for the First Time

Hangzhou is still so ambiguous. The soft wind with lingering affection comes from the water waves of the West Lake, combing the weeping willows, shaking the halo of the years.Picking up Mr. Zhong, we walked around the West Lake for a while, and saw the Broken Bridge, Su Causeway and Huagang from a distance. Feng Xuefeng's bottom line rhyme.The famous British lakeside poet Wadsworth once said: "I don't know any other place that can show such a magnificent and beautiful scenery in such a narrow range and in the illusion of light and shadow." Wadsworth said The most famous is Lake Windermere, a lake in the Cambury Mountains in England. This lake can be called the West Lake of England. There is a small town called Keswick there.

Passing by the West Lake.At this time, Hangzhou is a bit leisurely in the hustle and bustle. It is just the wind and the sun, the willows are green and the water is blue, and a few faint white clouds decorate the sky. The Di car passes by the willow branches, and the gentle breeze is gentle. But it is also traveling in the gentle land of others.Yu Dafu once wrote affectionately in his "Return to the Native" about his experience of taking a train from Shanghai to Hangzhou, and then taking a boat from Hangzhou to Fuchun River.It is rare for Yu Dafu to write such a situation in a proposition composition. The Shanghai Railway Bureau asked him to write it when the Shanghai-Hangzhou passenger train opened. I guess there were not many people on the train at that time.

We also went to the Fuchun River and walked along the river until we reached Qiandao Lake in Chun'an.Is Qiandao Lake beautiful?It is an artificial lake fenced by the dam of the Xin'anjiang Hydropower Station.Put aside this imagination for now, only the scenery of the Fuchun River, the green mountains and beautiful waters in the south of the Yangtze River, I have always wanted to take a boat on the Fuchun River, or watch the fishermen cast their nets, or fish with a pole, on the boat Sip and drink the cup to the moon.However, taking a car is also a form of arrival. Looking from a distance in the car, there will be another kind of imagination.

There is a Tianmu Mountain Road, and there is Gudang, and I have already left Hangzhou City before I realized it.From the map, most of the Fuchun River Basin belongs to Hangzhou, which is the landscape of Hangzhou.When the Fuchun River reaches Hangzhou, it is called the Qiantang River.And going upstream is Xin'an River.Before the Tang Dynasty, Hangzhou was a small county of Qiantang in the mountains. I have been watching from the car, Jiangnan in my dream, the passing water and clear waves, the birds and flowers, I always want to see it clearly.It is true, keep Jiangnan in your heart, and wait for future dreams, and turn Jiangnan out from time to time to savor it carefully.Suddenly, I saw the Fuchun River, which is a lush mountain, a river with clear water, the water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the green mountains and white clouds, two or three fishing boats are on the water, the fisherman is wearing a bamboo hat, and one person is paddling. One person casts a net, and there are also bamboo rafts, and on the bamboo rafts are fishing egrets.White gulls fly close to the surface of the water.Driving along the Fuchun River in a Di car, the Fuchun River suddenly opens up, a mirror-like water area, with white sails dotted on the water, like a group of butterflies flying, and then narrows down, leisurely around the green hills.Occasionally, there is a small passenger ship sailing slowly along the foot of the mountain on the opposite bank to the distance.The Fuchun River is only quiet and quiet. In this quiet wildness, the sails draw the eyes farther, and the egrets on the bamboo rafts on the riverside draw the eyes back again. It is: the green hills are congealed with greenery, and the emerald green surrounding the river rises to the sky.

Going south, the sky is gradually getting late, and we estimate that we will live in Xindeng Town.Because I spent some time in Hangzhou, and I also thought that the car tour should not spend all the time on the expressway.That Xindeng town is just between Tonglu and Fuyang. A friend from Tonglu once invited me to live in Tonglu for half a month. Because I wrote a novel and didn’t move forward, it took 8 years in a flash. Time flies like a car. Swipe gallop, cross countless landscapes, and never return.It is destined to pass by the Fuchun River like that, and finally approached the Fuchun River this summer.This kind of Fuchun River is just full of poetic feelings. I think it’s an interesting memory to be drunk in the comfort of the little river breeze if you want to go boating on the river.

The setting sun tugged the long afterglow towards the green hills in the west, and a thin moon rose into the sky. The sky is light blue. This is the peaceful and quiet sky of Fuchun River, I think.During the leisurely driving of Kaidi, I suddenly remembered a poem by Zhang Ruoxu from the Tang Dynasty. The poetic sentiment grows.The poem is "Chunjiang Flower and Moonlight Night". Wen Yiduo thought that this poem is enough to overwhelm the entire Tang Dynasty! Is it easy to feel lonely or sad in the evening? For some reason, when I think of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", there is the sound of a pipa ringing in my ears.

Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year. The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are drifting away, and Qingfengpu is full of worries. After all, people think that in this world, only the moon remains unchanged, and people's emotions remain unchanged. Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, or walking on the Fuchun River, with the moon and the river, the poetic sentiments through the ages are so similar. In the microwave of the river, what is rippling is the mood, but also the poetry, after all, there is nothing else.

The scenery is gradually hidden in the twilight, towards the distant hills, or the sunset with the last touch of rose, the thin moon is also brighter in the light blue sky.Some melancholy flowed away with the river, and the hills full of realism brought people back to the secular world.In the villages by the roadside, blue smoke is rising from the roofs of some houses, or in the future, the smoke will no longer be visible, and the fuel structure in the countryside is changing.However, the villages in the Fuchun River Basin still have some primitive and quaint styles. This is compared with the semi-Gothic buildings in Hangzhou Bay, or the buildings in the villages are old and new. The old buildings are far away from the road, and the new ones are The buildings are closer to the road.The pervasive advertisements brushed the gables of the farmhouses.The geology of the Fuchun River area is composed of sandstone, limestone and shale from the Paleozoic to the Cenozoic. The erosion is obvious, the cutting is deep, and the mountains are steep. The surface here is characterized by broken and broken low mountains and hills. The structure belongs to the groove belt of Qiantang River.Interestingly, some villages are always built outside the cut notch of the mountain. This situation becomes more obvious as you go south. There is a village, or houses of several families, which are also built on the hillside.

When we arrived in Xindeng Town, it was already dark.We put the car in the yard of the auto repair shop, washed it first, and then we found a hotel to check in.Xindeng Town is also a famous historical town. According to local sources, it was called Xincheng in the old days, as evidenced by Su Dongpo's poem: "New Town Road": The east wind knows that I want to travel in the mountains, blowing the sound of accumulated rain between the broken eaves. On the ridge, clear clouds wear cotton hats, and copper gongs hang on the treetops at the first sun. The wild peach smiles, the bamboo fence is short, the stream willow shakes itself, the sand and water are clear.

Xiyan people should be the happiest, cooking celery, burning bamboo shoots and paying for spring farming. Judging from the poem, Su Dongpo came to Xindeng Town in spring, and the description of the poem is accurate. Maybe it is spring or autumn to go to Fuchun River. I think if it is a motorcycle tour, it is also a taste. There are also many motorcycles on the highway.When it comes to the last two poems, I really have a real experience.I went to a farmhouse to ask for water to make tea, and it was the hostess who was cooking in the stove. Fresh bamboo shoots were fried with mustard mustard in a large iron pot on a firewood stove. Slices of potherb mustard were also cut very finely. In the slightly sour air, the aroma of rice, vegetables, and the smell of burning firewood made me unable to move my legs.Whether it's stir-fried like this, or boiled in soup, or boiled with yellow diced fish, they are all top-quality dishes!This place in Xindeng is called Huanggu Dingyu or Wang stickleback. It is said that there is in the Yanyanling reservoir above Gexi. Gexi is an important stream in Xindeng Town. It comes down from the Yanyanling reservoir. The Yanyanling reservoir is in Qingshan Among the clouds.

We went to find a farm restaurant. This restaurant has air conditioning and the tables are square tables like stalls.There is already a table of locals eating inside, and they talk, and I sound like a bible.The matter of dialects seems to be similar to cuisines. There are many southern dialects and many cuisines. There is only one big dialect in North China, so the dishes in North China are almost the same, especially their tastes are similar.It can be speculated that a dialect should be an immigrant. They retained a language and a sense of taste. Although it has gone through a long time, it has not changed.The newly-registered restaurant orders food without looking at the menu. It has a special room for ordering dishes. In the room, semi-finished products of various dishes are displayed. Write down the name and price of the dish.As usual, I have to take on the job of ordering food, and I can't quit this hard work.The first thing I saw was a plate of small fish with salt and pepper. This fish is definitely wild. I have been eating farmed fish in the capital. The desire for wild fish often turns into longing lovesickness.Then, I ordered fried bamboo shoots, pork ribs, braised tofu, etc. Salt and pepper fish is a specialty of Xindeng Town.Ask the old man in the kitchen, he said that people in Xindeng call this fish slate fish, and it was born in Gexi.Slate fish can be braised or steamed. The dish I ordered is dry fried with salt and pepper.It is wrapped in a layer of wet flour, fried until it is burnt yellow, sprinkled with pepper and salt, packed in a refined hemispherical bamboo basket, served on the table, and eaten first.The deep-fried slate fish is not particularly dry, so the meat is still fresh and tender, but the head and tail are a little burnt, which can be eaten whole.However, you can also gently remove the powder layer and taste the pure fish taste, it is fresh, with some noodle fragrance, this is a rustic, rural fragrance, from the gurgling mountain stream to the fireworks Diffuse kitchen.It is the little sweltering heat of the summer in the southern country, and the subtle warmth of the Fuchun River.Eat salt and pepper slate fish, drink ice-cold West Lake beer, and even a little fatigue from the car ride will go away. Xindeng, the new moon is so bright.Xindeng was far away from the Fuchun River, so I went back to the hotel to wash up, and then went out alone to stroll on the streets of Xindeng.It rained while drinking, the air was fresh and moist, and the wind was blowing softly.Seeing Kaidi parked in the parking lot from a distance, he turned and looked in the direction of Gexi.Is Gexi also going to flow to Fuchun River?Then I thought of Zhang Ruoxu again, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is just such a time, or you can chant it: The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight in the spring river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like sleet. Frost flows in the air without being aware of flying, but white sand on Tingshang cannot be seen. The river and the sky are all the same color without any dust, and the moon is alone in the bright sky. Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year. The generations of life are endless, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are drifting away, and Qingfengpu is full of worries. Whose house is boating tonight, where is Acacia Mingyue Tower. The poor moon wandering upstairs, should be taken away from the makeup mirror. The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, but it is returned by the brush on the anvil. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swan geese fly long and light, and the fish and dragons dive into the water to write. Last night, the dream of Xiantan fell into flowers, and poor Chun Ban did not return home. The river is flowing like spring, and the moon is falling in the river pool, and the moon is slanting westward. The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I don't know how many people will return in the moonlight, but the falling moon shakes the trees in the river. If at this time, someone plays the pipa, it is a beautiful scene.In the small town of Xindeng, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the orange street lamps shone on the wet ground, shining golden threads of light diffusely.It should be the Xia River, after all, it is the Fuchun River. It always makes people think that it is a river of spring water, and there are endless affection in the soft waves.The moon was as bright as a wash, and occasionally a passing car drove by, and the rubber tires rubbed on the wet road to make the slightest sound.In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River like Xindeng, there is only one such small stay in a lifetime, right?Or only Su Dongpo will write poems and travel in this small town, travel time by car, just run in a long span, from the Huangpu River to the Fuchun River. The siren, this time in the small town of Xindeng, savoring the lonely tranquility.There are many shadows on the mountain, and there is no wave in the passing water, but in the memory, the newly climbed crescent moon is left.