Chenting fish
Grandpa always said that large yellow croaker swam from Guanjingyang. When I was a child, I didn't know where Guan Jingyang was or how far it was. Legend has it that the mysterious places include the resplendent Dragon Palace and the Sea Dragon King who is in charge of human drought and flood, the turtle prime minister who pokes around with his eyes straight, the shrimp soldiers and crabs who put on armor and waved their arms, and of course the princess of large yellow croaker who is glittering all over. When I grew up, I swam around along the footprints of fish on the sea, and the scenery I passed by actually picked up the poems left by Lin Bu, a poet in the late Ming Dynasty, when he visited Guanjingyang. "The tide along the river is boundless, and Sha Ou has nothing to do with light navigation. Where did the guests come back late? Counting the sunset sent by western Western jackdaw. The ancient wooden boats are still wandering around, which shows that this official well is not too far away. It came and went in the direction of the surging tide, and finally I knew that Guanjingyang was in my hometown Sandu 'ao, where seawater and fresh water blended. The magical and beautiful Sandu 'ao, Dragon Palace is actually hidden in it. I like the legend that there is a Dragon Palace in the sea, and I prefer that the Dragon Palace is near my hometown. In order to convince myself, I also borrowed the county annals of Ningde, and saw such a record in the county annals: "There is a well on the ocean floor, which originated in Longquan, East Zhejiang, and flows through the slope beach to hold the head of Tan Song, and the waves are easy to make. Also known as Sanjiangkou, Guanjingyang is named after the appearance of fresh spring water in the ocean. "This night, my excited heart swelled like a wave. Guan Jingyang, who has been listening to fish for generations, actually falls asleep with your waves and wakes up with the sunrise every day.
It turns out that what Grandpa said is true, not a distant legend. Guanjingyang sea water and fresh water are mixed together, and the combination of salt and light has become a hotbed for fattening yellow croaker fry. Spring and autumn are the prosperous seasons for yellow croaker. In spring, yellow croaker swims from the north of Guanjingyang. The fry of yellow croaker come out of the mother body, hatch in the eggs and swim in all directions along the tide. "The water in the pool is getting cold, cicadas are singing thinly, and wet clothes are exposed this autumn." When the autumn dew is wet, those large yellow croakers return home from the far north. Although I am not a fish, I know what fish like. Just like people who return to their hometown, they have endless regrets. If they can't finish talking, there will be bursts of local sounds between them. In this joyful scene, the sound of fish begins to disturb the sea with the waves. Alas, the joy of this brief encounter has become the singing arm of their lives. Listen to the fishermen and arrest them all.
Every year on the evening of March 27th of the lunar calendar, every household in Guanjing Yangwan Wharf has able-bodied men to go fishing. They are all ready to go to sea, and the melons are all arranged. The locals all know that Guadui is a traditional wooden boat for fishing large yellow croaker. Two wooden boats, one big and one small, form a pair, and the "mother ship" is big. When going out to sea, six people and six paddles paddle together. If the "young boat" is small, three people and three oars will cooperate with the "mother boat". The shore is crowded with people, and women, children, old people and young people are in droves. Daughter-in-law holding her in-laws, mother holding her newborn baby in her arms, holding the child in her hand, one by one, pulling her skirts to bid farewell to the men at sea. The yellow croaker in the sea gathers together, and the people listening to the fish on the coast are waiting for it, praying for the benefits of the sea.
There are incense tables on the dock, and offerings such as chicken, duck, fish, meat, wine, rice and fruit are displayed on the altar one by one. Amid the noise of gongs and drums, firecrackers came and went. Burn incense three times to worship the sky first, then worship the sea god, pray for good weather, pray for the fishermen in Fuze, and recite the curse of the reincarnation of yellow croaker in the sound of the waves. The mast of the fishing boat raises the wind, the people who worship the sea ring the golden drums, the brave men who go out to sea worship the sky and the sea with wine, spill the wine on the beach, and pick up the offerings on the boat after bidding farewell to their parents, which has become a sumptuous dinner for the brave men who go out to sea. When the paddle paddled, everyone on board read aloud, "Blessed is the Dragon King, the head field and the boat." On the other hand, the people on the shore carefully injected piety and awe into the waves and rushed back to the sea like a spell.
A fragrant effort, a "sea!" There was a sound from the sea. I don't know if it's the sound of the high tide in the sea or the sound of people rowing. With the potential of sweeping away thousands of troops, the ship rowed to the depths of Guanjing Ocean in the high tide. The family on the shore stared at the tall mast and listened to the sound of melons drifting away before leaving for home. The melon pile galloped towards the sea surface of Guanjingyang, and the paddle struck the sound of water, and the ship arrived near Guanjingyang. The solemn and pious heart on the shore turned into piety and care at this time. Listen carefully to the sound of the waves, distinguish the sound of fish and look for a group of yellow croaker.
The waves were pushing and shining under the starlight. The fisherman pricked up his ears, as if he couldn't hear clearly enough, so he put the bamboo pole into the sea as a receiver and listened carefully. The yellow croaker doesn't know what happened at sea, but is still immersed in his cheerful "croak" cry. In calling friends, the cry of social habits is getting louder and louder, and the sound of "quack" is like thunder. Listening to the fisherman take back the receiver, several bamboo poles rise and fall together and beat the ship's rail rhythmically. There was a bang from the ship, and the yellow croaker in the sea gathered more and more densely, and slowly drifted from the depths to the surface. At this time, the helmsman mobilized the melon pair and began to cast the net. While struggling with the wind and waves, the boat still beat the sound of "chug chug" with crisp bamboo poles, and the rhythm became faster and faster, as if it were in a battlefield. It turned out that this knock was a cruel blow to the yellow croaker. The sound of the impact caused the otolith of the yellow croaker to be injured, disoriented and even unconscious. The result was caught in the net. I'm a little sad to know that. Yellow croaker is naturally afraid of noise. He attracts people who listen to fish with noise, which leads to the end of yellow croaker going ashore. Yellow croaker, yellow croaker, why don't you live quietly? Is it necessary to cater to the line of "the sea thunders in groups" with life? Maybe everything happens for a reason.
People who listen to fish like to listen to the thunderous sound of yellow croaker, the sound of diving and hitting water when trawling, and of course prefer to listen to the sound of Man Cang's complete return. In this knowing voice, they have already felt the response from the dock through the information transmitted by the seawater, praying for peace and celebrating the harvest. Melon returned with a full load, and the people at the dock were ready to let the yellow croaker catch up with the journey again. Before dawn, fresh large yellow croaker was transported to the dock, and the fish buyers waiting on the shore were filled with joy, such as packing the fish with yellow strips, loading it and running immediately, and rushing to the market within a hundred miles around. A pair of melon boats went ashore, one pulled people away, another pair of melon boats came back, and the other pulled people to fly to various markets. Every year in the spring and autumn flood season, the docks along Guanjingyang are traded all night, and the surrounding towns and villages are crowded, just like festivals. This is what the older generation called "cucumber". Passers-by said, "Catch fresh cucumbers".
The sea is calm again, and the paths on the shore and in the mountains are rushing forward. At this time, people who listen to fish can squint and smoke, and listen to the poem "trivial golden scales and nephrite frost, freezer full of ships entering customs" casually, regardless of whether he understands it or not. In short, they are excited to listen to fish, and at this time they are picked by fish sellers into thousands of households, so they can be at ease. People who listen to fish understand fish language, and people who sell fish understand people's hearts. "Yellow croaker is precious, and yellow croaker is auspicious and trustworthy." People near Guanjingyang also have an unwritten agreement that fishmongers hang fresh large yellow croaker on the knocker of a family. In a few days, the money for buying fish will naturally be sent to the seller. The order of the sea and the order of the business sea have therefore become the language of "listening to fish" loved by generations.
I listened to my grandparents' stories about fish over and over again, thinking about becoming a fisherman over and over again. The first three days of the first and fifteenth day of every month are big tides, and the sea often overflows to the dock and rushes into the street. I shouted: "I am a fisherman, go to sea!" " "He rolled up his trouser legs and rushed forward. He is still beating with a bamboo pole in his hand, chasing the small fish and shrimp coming from the tide. However, depending on how I knocked, those fish and shrimp didn't get together like the legendary yellow croaker, but swam faster and almost fled in panic. A little friend brought me a dirt dustpan from home and made me a little helmsman. I don't know how to cooperate. He stepped on the sea in a rage, and water droplets splashed on my face and head. He was happy to be Japanese. I was angry, too, and threw water at him with my hand. At this time, there was an adult's reprimand, and he was pulled by his ears and grinned at home. Adults say that the fish and shrimp stranded on the shore are sunken ships and cannot be ravaged. Not only did I not realize the pride of the fisherman, but I was warned by my mother: don't kill fish and shrimp in distress, don't put chopsticks vertically on the bowl surface, don't turn the fish up and down when eating fish, children can't eat fish eggs, and don't do too many things. Hear my father's sigh: listen to fish, listen to fish! I can't even catch up. As a girl, you want to be a fisherman!
The breath of childhood comes and goes quickly, just like the waves go with the wind. When another wave comes back, it is happiness. You can't be a fisherman, but you must try the delicious yellow croaker. I've never been heavy on taste. I can see yellow croaker on the dining table. I dropped my schoolbag without washing my hands. I grabbed chopsticks and poked the fish head. Grandpa was angry and stared at me. I was a little wronged and said, "Grandpa, I just want the otolith of the yellow croaker." Grandpa's nervous face suddenly relaxed. "How do you know that yellow croaker has otoliths?" "Do you usually listen to fish stories? And a neighbor's sister has many small sandbags made of otoliths. " Grandpa is very happy now. "Listen, everyone, this otolith is for the idiot who listens to fish at home." Since then, I have a lot of yellow croaker otoliths and learned to play otolith games. I scattered four big otoliths on the table and gently threw an otolith up. When it didn't fall on the table, I quickly grabbed another otolith and threw it up. At the same time, I caught the falling one and replaced it with each other. I repeatedly sang "Yellow croaker, jump and jump, jump over the Longmen to my house and send gold and silver. I always win the best." Grandpa listened to the music, sang along, touched my head and said, "Listen to fish, listen to fish."
Grandpa is old and I have grown up. I don't play this game anymore, but memory seems to be a jumping fish in my heart. When I think about it occasionally, I will have a cheerful beat in my heart. One day I asked my grandfather, "Have you ever been a fisherman?" Grandpa shook his head. Are there fishermen on the island? How come no one goes out to sea to listen to fish now? Grandpa sighed. "Alas, people who listen to fish are getting old. Moreover, now fishermen are cruel and have the feeling of extinction, and there are fewer and fewer yellow croaker. " Father also sighed, and I sighed inexplicably. From then on, it became my dream to find a fisherman and listen to the fish scenery in person. When I meet an old man on the island, I always respectfully call him and ask if you listen to the fisherman. Some people shook their heads like my grandfather, but few of them nodded to me and then touched my head and said, "It's over, it's all over, old, old!" " When I can read a lot of books, I pick up all the words about yellow croaker like an otolith and treasure them in my memory. For example, "I also want to ask Dongpo, how does the bass taste?" "Yellow croaker, in April, the ocean group came, stretching for miles, and the sound was like thunder." Wait a minute. Maybe my father, like me, has always dreamed of listening to fish, but for the sake of the livelihood of the whole family, he has no time to tell me this truth. Maybe many people have this dream like me.
Some people say that it is necessary to protect marine resources, protect the ecological environment and protect yellow croaker, and some bold people have begun to try to cultivate yellow croaker artificially. I was happy for several days after hearing the news. One day in my dream, I went out to sea with the "Guadui" boat and heard the croak of yellow croaker. Shouting in the dream: nice! Not bad! The sea can't live without this "thunder", just as a temple can't live without the sound of morning bells and drums. In the dream, the croak of yellow croaker came back, and the fisherman must have come back.
I have been working for several years. Going home one weekend, my father solemnly discussed with the whole family that the artificial breeding of yellow croaker was successful. Sandu 'ao has become the largest yellow croaker breeding base in China, and my family will also build a cage fishing raft to become a fish listener in the new era. I was the first to agree. At that time, I ignored all the difficulties of artificial breeding and only pursued my dream of listening to fish. My father built a fishing raft and lived in it. He really became a family at sea. I often sit on my father's fishing raft for a walk, and sometimes listen to the croak of large yellow croaker in the moonlight and have a rest on the waves. Although I feel far from the surging of Guan Jingyang, and the croak of yellow croaker is not as shocking as that described by predecessors, it has filled my heart with joy and calm. Looking at the vast sea, the fish lined up. In the morning glow, the ship woke up the large yellow croaker, and the farmers began a hard day's work, washing cages, changing nets, adjusting fry, observing water flow, feeding and observing fish activities. How quiet and beautiful it is to listen to the fish scene.
However, in reality, I know that a good career is accompanied by many ups and downs. People's natural enemy at sea is typhoon. My heart hangs in the air as soon as there is a typhoon warning in the weather forecast. I've been calling my father to evacuate and let him go home. Father always gives a simple answer: "Yes, you can go to work with peace of mind." But can I feel at ease? I know my father must be strengthening the cage and cabin on the fishing raft at this time. After the typhoon, I always go back to the fishing raft. At this point, the scene is no longer a peaceful beauty. He began to get busy again, salvaging garbage, repairing fork bridges and changing cages. He turned around and said simply, "Go home, and you can hear the sound of yellow croaker again at night." In case of seasonal changes in spring and summer, the incidence of yellow croaker is high. At first, my father would ask me to buy some fish medicine and send it to the fishing raft. After one or two times, my father would never let me buy fish medicine again, just because I advised my father to change careers, and it was too risky to raise yellow croaker. Typhoon, high temperature and environmental pollution. , will cause great losses to yellow croaker. I persuaded him many times, and my father began to avoid me. My phone call seems to have awakened his good dream. He doesn't want to see me when he goes to town. When I got home, he made an excuse and left. I went to the fishing raft, and he said that women should not go to the fishing raft often. I knew my father listened to the fish complex, so I had to follow him later.
Father said: Don't worry, I don't have high requirements for breeding yellow croaker. All I need is a sea area, a fishing raft, a group of fish and a cabin. Just listening to the croak of yellow croaker is enough. I know my father's mood and I don't nag anymore. Instead, you can often go to the fishing raft with your father and listen to the most peaceful "croak" sound.