Prose weekend appointment
I was going to drive there, but my friend said that it's rare to get together. I must have a few drinks at noon, and driving will spoil my fun. You are near the provincial highway, so it is convenient to get a ride. Sit at Matoushan and get off, and I will drive you there.
get up early in the morning and take the shuttle bus. My friend said that I was going to climb the mountain, so I left, and I carried the kettle on my back. It's only 8: 4 when the bus arrives at Matou Mountain, and it's still early. I made a phone call to my friend, and then casually walked north along the S218 provincial highway.
Xinjie is an old place name. It used to be a township organization. Twenty years ago, the organization was streamlined, Xinjie Township was removed, and it was split in two. The eastern part was transferred to Banqiaodian Town, and the western part was merged into Nanying Office, with ten miles of mountains and a place where General Zhang was martyred, which really added a lot of glory to the newly-built Nanying Office.
There are many buildings on both sides of the provincial highway. Because of disrepair for a long time and uninhabited, they are covered with weeds, which makes them look sad and desolate. After walking for an hour, at a steep slope, an off-road vehicle stopped beside me. I looked back and saw it was Chairman Cai's car. After a few minutes, I arrived at my destination.
Chu Mo Yi Xiang is a middle-aged man with the same elegance as his nickname. He set up a professional cooperative, engaged in sweet potato planting and processing. As a teacher, you can see his intelligence and wisdom from his slightly bald hair. Although I met him for the first time, I felt his sincerity and enthusiasm.
Chu Mo Yi Xiang took our party of eight people to climb the mountain that looks a bit like his head. In early spring and February, the weather is still cold. The trees on the mountain are sparse, the dry weeds are still hibernating. Occasionally see a miscellaneous irrigation, but also naked branches. Friends just want to feel the pleasure of climbing the mountain, and don't care about the scenery on the mountain. In fact, the scenery is the state of mind. A person's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, the same scenery, but have different feelings.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking eastward, the second reservoir of Yinghe River is rippling with blue waves, the sky in the distance is foggy, and the provincial road under the mountain is like a jade belt, winding around and drifting to the end of the field of vision. Looking around, there were
eight of us, four of whom returned halfway up the mountain for some reason, and four of them climbed to the top of the mountain. Climbing high and looking far makes people fear the world. I suddenly think of on a Gate-Tower at Youzhou written by Chen Ziang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty:
where, before me, are the ages that have gone?,
and where, behind me, are the coming generations?.
I think of heaven and earth, without limit, without end,
and I am all alone and my tears fall down.
under the only two holly trees on the top of the mountain, our four companions took a group photo as a souvenir. Look at the time, it's already past eleven o'clock at noon, so I hurried down the mountain.
Back to the headquarters of the professional cooperative in Chu and Mo, his wife cooked at home and set two tables. It turned out that his classmates came to his house for a party, and we seven uninvited guests sat down for two tables, which was very hard for his wife, frying and frying, hot pot with cold salad, and baked sweet potatoes, just like a feast in Manchu and Han. Finally, he took out an altar of sorghum brewed by himself, which is said to have been three years, and the fragrance of the altar was overflowing. Chu ink has a generous fragrance, and the glasses are all four or two. The people who drink white wine sit together and each person pours a full cup.
Master Cai, the writer's association who went with him, had to drink yogurt with the beautiful women because he had to drive. Brother Fei looked at the three beautiful girls around the master, and his heart was filled with unspeakable envy and hatred!
during the dinner, the literary friends were filled with emotion! There is a saying that today's literati are declining. Come up with a book. It will cost 4 thousand yuan. Who can afford it? Now he has money to publish a book, but he can't write a book; The person who wrote the book has no money to publish it. When I came back, my friend said that I couldn't see the way I was waiting for the bus on the side of the road, so he sent me back in his car, which moved me when I was walking.
About the author
Yao Qilong, who lives in Maji Village, Liushui Town, Yicheng City, Hubei Province, is a farmer. Party member, a junior college graduate, worked as a village official for thirty-one years. Loves literature, including poems, essays, short stories and documentary literary works scattered in newspapers, magazines, micro-magazines and other media, and is now a member of Xiangyang Folk Writers and Artists Association.