Chapter 21 Section 21 Sweet Peanuts

When I crossed the Yuanjiang River and waited for the ferry, I got out of the car. There was no wooden boat beside the ferry. I remembered the boatman described by Shen Congwen, so I boarded the boat and asked how much the price was for crossing the river.The boatman raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, answered two yuan, and said to take me there. I guessed that the car ferry might not be able to arrive after I passed, so I decided to take a wooden boat to make the transition.Looking down, it is still the boat written by Shen Congwen, still has a small wooden stool, still has tobacco leaves, and is still a swaying lonely boat on the Yuanjiang River. I sit on the small wooden stool, grab some shredded tobacco, roll a cigarette with a trumpet, and strike a match Light it up and take a breath of Yuanjiang Yoyo.

The boatman rowed the oars, the boat turned around, and another thought arose, let me row the boat.The boatman gave me the oars, and I was able to row a boat on the Yuanjiang River. I felt as comfortable as the Yuanjiang River rippling for a while.I am a person who can generally row the boat away. The boat was a little far away from the shore. I rowed hard, thinking that the boat would shoot towards the opposite shore like an arrow, but the boat was slow and wobbly. After a while Then a boat came up and overtook it. On the boat stood a southern pony, a man with a hooded head carrying a shotgun, and a pannier on his back. Several long-tailed pheasants stuck their colorful tails out of the pan. , a Tujia woman next to her was also carrying a basket, and there was a sleeping child standing up in the basket, the child tilted his head.The Yuanjiang River is wider here, and the long and clear water, like a mirror, comes quickly from the gap of Xiongfeng Peak, turns a bend downstream, and flows eastward from the gap between the two mountains.When the boat reached the center of the river, the boatman wanted to pass the oars. He said that the river was full of water and would wash the boat away.The boatman is rowing, the boat is no longer turbulent, but the river is as leisurely as before. On the cliffs of the river bank, there are many mountain flowers blooming, clusters of which are draped on the cliffs. It looks very enthusiastic, it is azalea.

The car continued along the river, and saw a boat with sails made of patched sheets, the wind was blowing, and the boat was carrying some coal and firewood.At dusk, the car climbed over a mountain pass, and under the high hillside, there was a vast and flat rice field with green seedlings, and the mountain wind blew and the green waves rippled.Among the green waves, there are some villages scattered, with white walls and black tiles, and farmhouses in a patchwork pattern. There are trees and ponds in front of and behind the villages. The trees are clusters of dark green, and the ponds are bright water.Looking beyond the village and looking towards the end of the rice field, you can see the majestic and beautiful peaks rising from the ground. The peaks are in the shape of bamboo shoots and covered with deep green. Looking at Xiangwan's silence, this is Suoxiyu.

The car drove along a stream and lived in a villa.Let's hold a pen meeting, the main theme is to see the scenery, and we will rush to the scenic spot the next day.Looking at Shili Gallery, I was very surprised, but also dissatisfied that the tour guide gave all the strange peaks and cliffs the names of the world, which made people less imaginative. Two peaks are the lovers relying on each other, and one peak is the golden rooster independence.Afterwards, I ran around in the mountains. I vaguely remember that one night, we went to Jinbianxi, lit a bonfire on the beach, sang around the bonfire, and told ghost stories. I only like water, and I told a little story. Just wear swimming trunks and lie in the water of Golden Whip Creek, watching the flames burn the night, or looking up at the moon on the top of the mountain.The moon was very big that night, it was the moon of Jinbianxi, hanging in the night of Suoxi Valley, the sky was a little blue, still and slightly cool, with dew floating in succession, filling the valley and melting into moonlight.The water of the Golden Whip Creek takes away the heat from the body, it is cool and light, beating and flicking away.The wind it brings is a bit sweet.I think of this water, which is the liquid form of the earth, a love of life, in the arms of the water, in the arms of the Golden Whip Creek in the heat of the season, in the love that shines, the water dances , gurgling.The storyteller is on the shore, and the storyteller is on the water.

The next day I went to Baofeng Lake, walked a lot of stone steps, and rented a wooden boat on the upper reaches of the lake. The mountains on all sides crowded the water irregularly. The mountains were covered with green clothes, and the water was as blue as a mirror, floating Pairs of mandarin ducks, they swim slowly against the side of the mountain, swimming above the shadow of the mountain.Baofeng Lake is quiet, the water is quiet, and there is a faint mist in the distance. The woods and bamboos nourished by the water are as fresh as the tenderest morning light in nature.This situation makes me want to write.Next, go to Huanglong Cave. Huanglong Cave is called the ten-mile underground corridor. At that time, an underground river channel was being opened. We walked on foot. There is a place in the cave that is divided into two. It seems that one is called the Gate of Happiness and the other is called the Gate of Love. Which one do you choose? Once you enter the door, you can choose which item of life, the tour guide said.Some women are hesitating here, do they want happiness or love?But at the same time, you can't enter two schools, one music.Entering the bottom of the cave, you will feel profound, as if endless years, uncanny workmanship.

Suoxi Valley has a strange fortune and typical karst landform development. It is a part of the majestic and beautiful Wuling Mountains. The main vein runs through the middle of Guizhou. With an altitude of 1890 meters, it is connected with Foding Mountain and Fanjing Mountain. It lives between Wujiang River and Yuanjiang River. It is divided into two parts when entering Hunan. The one going northwest is the folded area of ​​Bamian Mountain, and the one going southeast is Wuling The main ridge of the mountain has an average altitude of 1,000 meters and a total length of 270 kilometers. The climate of Wuling Mountains is transitional from subtropical to warm temperate.

I lived for about a week, got drunk once or twice, and tasted countless flavors. Between Hunan cuisine and Hubei cuisine, there are only heavy spicy and mild spicy, and I can't find the sublime and the ugly.It’s just that on such a morning, I was leaving Zhangjiajie, and I felt a little nostalgic. I got up early and wanted to have breakfast, so I sat in the dining room fully dressed, and I had rice, steamed stuffed buns, and fried dough sticks, which are common in Hubei province. , eat side dishes, but also pickled mustard, diced salted radish and peanuts.But when I ate peanuts, I suddenly felt surprised. Under the tyrannical immersion of the spicy and unforgiving Xiangxi taste, my tongue already had the belief of eternal life in the fire, and it suddenly sweetened the taste. This feeling is suddenly exciting. Wake up, in an instant, people are drawn from this sweet feeling from Qiongyao fairyland to the secular world, as if the past and all the sweet and fragrant memories of the past are activated, and the fog outside the window is also sweet, and the morning light is The blend of fog and sunshine, the sunshine is also sweet, between the coolness and warmth of the beloved, there is such beauty in the world.It is also the first time in my life that I have eaten sweet peanuts. It is wrapped in rice flour and sucrose and deep-fried. The method is very simple. It contains a little bit of caring thinking. Even this may be due to the inadvertent chef However, it gave me a sudden and endless reverie.This sweet peanut is not as crisp as salted peanuts, nor as fragrant as ordinary fried peanuts. Sugar is related to soft honey. It is a kind of sweetness that is looming in life. A refreshing feeling that penetrates into the heart, thinking from a distance, it seems like yesterday.