I met Zifeng in the East Lake Community in Jingchu. At that time, Zifeng and several other friends were moderators of the "People on the Journey" section, and I was their VIP. We made friends through writing, had a good time in the forum and did something meaningful. When we met for the first time, friends on the trip gathered in Hankou River Beach. We hit it off. When we started playing, she actually picked me up and turned around madly, laughing like a river. The second meeting was in Tongshan. Several friends gathered in Fengchi Mountain during the trip. Pear with rain, peach blossom with the first place in Fengchi Mountain, once again witnessed our friendship. The third time we met was in Wuhan, and our girlfriend Jianghu definitely invited us to Wuda to enjoy cherry blossoms. In Hong Jizhan, I saw Zifeng standing in front of me in the crowd, looking for her with short-sighted glasses. I crept up to her and suddenly shook her hand. She looked back at me and said in pure and heavy Xishui Mandarin, "Your soft hands make me feel shocked." After that, we hugged and laughed.
I once said that friendship is a good mood in spring. Purple wind and I are still incarnations. On the other end of the phone, Zifeng said, "I will be sad if you don't come this time. They can't come, come by yourself and bring your friends from Tongshan. " Because the Jianghu is a must, the birds have something to do. So, in order not to make my buddies sad, I invited some members of the Presidium of Tongshan Writers Association to take swill to collect the wind.
Ready to go, from the "Hidden Water Cave" highway intersection on the "Daguang Expressway", Yang * * of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles personally drove the car, led by the chairman, the elder sister, Xue Yanming and the five of us, crossed Yangxin, Daye and Huangshi ... all the way to meet the sun, followed the wind and followed the clouds, drilled the hole in the mountain, and smiled and headed for Xishui nearby.
When I first entered Xishui, Zifeng and her husband drove to pick me up. We embraced deeply. Her husband called me by a nice name, and there was no feeling of meeting for the first time. Zifeng said with a smile, he keeps your books at the bedside every day. He reads every one and knows you well. The following cheerful, enthusiastic, handsome and frank Mr. Zifeng's company made our party not only grateful, but also touched the real realm of "love me, love my dog". It is because I love my wife that I can be so sincere about the arrival of our unexpected guests.
First of all, we went to Wen Yiduo Memorial Hall to visit Mr. Wen Yiduo, visit his life and learn his story. While watching, we look for it. It seems that the Song of the Seven Sons is echoing, evoking how we look at the years and the past of history in peacetime. Then I went to see the Confucian Temple and Xishui Museum and felt the profound historical and cultural heritage of Xishui. In the evening, I was warmly received by Ma He, director of Xishui County Archives Bureau, and friends of Xishui County Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
I have to talk about another friend of mine, Mr. He, who just came to have dinner with us after the meeting in Huanggang. He is now the executive vice president of the Party School of Xishui County Committee, carrying his professional camera and working as a reporter for many years. Amateur and photographer * *, an official. The enthusiasm given off by tall elegance is quiet. When we were chatting, he showed me the beautiful swill in space with his mobile phone, and said that he would personally be a tour guide and photographer to take us to visit this fairyland on earth tomorrow. I met once many years ago and have been writing to each other ever since. I am a friend who reads my gentle words attentively, does not keep in touch often, but never forgets.
The next day, the sky was cloudy and foggy. After breakfast, two cars went out of town. Gefei took us to Lanxi River. Every time he passes a place or town in the car, he will tell me the story and origin of this place, as well as the human history and background related to this place. When he arrived in Lanxi, he read "It rains in Gan Tang, and the stone wall reflects the tower light ..." When Wang Yucheng, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, relegated to Huangzhou, he wrote a poem entitled "Eight Scenes of Xichuan". Speaking of Su Shi's past in Huangzhou, he recited a poem by Su Shi, who swam in Qingquan Temple and studied water: "Under the mountain, the buds are short and immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and it is cloudy and rainy. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't sing yellow chicken with white hair. " He smiled slightly. In ancient times, this road was full of orchids, accompanied by water flowing from the west. Why didn't the poet make poetry flourish? Pointing to a clear spring stone submerged by the river. Speaking of the current water learners, they not only publicize their hometown with words, but also have large-scale bicycle associations, photographers associations and other non-governmental organizations. They love and publicize Xishui in different ways, which can be described as a boom!
While speaking, the car has passed the town and came to the long river bank. From a distance, rape flowers in Huang Cancan are one after another. In the light fog, the red brick tile house and the old trees set each other off, the river was surging and the sails were far away. Along the river bank, our car went on, stopped on a green slope and got off. The river rustles, but it is far away. There are only green streams on both banks, and the green grass is dotted with purple petals. Is it Chinese milk vetch? I think it is the pure smiling face of Zifeng! Zifeng's real name is Xu!
Rape flowers spread wantonly to welcome our arrival, which is the enthusiasm and elegance of people who study in water; This swill painting, which is full of smoke and rain, keeps repeating the sentence "It's raining in Lanxi" in my mind. We waved red and green scarves, enjoyed the crazy feeling, enjoyed the capture of several professional photographers, and enjoyed the prospect of indulging in the depths of the world's flowers ... The fog opened, but it rained without sunrise. It really rains in Lanxi! On the river bank where cars are parked in the distance, big cars and small cars file in. Groups of men and women, wearing pink and blue raincoats or holding colorful umbrellas, roared towards our green spaces and streams. I am worried, how can this fresh grass stand being trampled by so many feet? Gefei told me that if it's all right, it will recover tomorrow. And said that they have been here many times, and now these people are all photographers in Wuhan. The original plan was to accompany them, but because we came, we changed our plan. Say that finish, then go and say hello to the guests.
After lunch, friends waved goodbye in the rain. Zifeng and her husband drove us all the way to the expressway. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Looking back at Xishui through the rain on the window, there is a trace of disappointment and loneliness.
Xishui has not only the great patriot and poet Mr. Wen Yiduo, but also the poems and footprints left by ancient literati. Xishui is still the hometown of journalists! It is said that there are more than 1000 journalists in the county. They walk all over the country in different ways, or eulogize the times, or express their hometown feelings, or expose the difficulties of people's livelihood, with the tenacity and chic of a pen.
A day's gulp of water, this feeling is deeper than my mediocre pen can express! I only hope that the people who meet will meet again, on the Xishui bank when it rains in Lanxi, or on the top of Fengchi Mountain!
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