Qianhe River is actually a branch of the Wanhe River, a first-level tributary of the Yangtze River. I heard from the elders that our place is the real Yangtze River Estuary. I have no way of knowing whether it is the real Yangtze River Estuary, but the clear, crystal clear and spiritual gurgling submerged river water has nurtured the kindness of tens of thousands of folks on both sides of the strait. I think every tourist who walks out of Qianhe will never forget it.
I heard from my grandpa that his grandpa’s grandpa told him: Our ancestors came from a village called Wachiba in Huxinzhou, Lianhu Township, Poyang County, Jiangxi Province. They used rice baskets in the era of fleeing famine. The basket was picked up and moved here. Later, when I heard neighbors with different surnames talking about their ancestors, they actually came from the same place. Gradually, I came into contact with more and more distant people, and then I realized that there were so many ancestors in Qianshan who had been neighbors from the beginning. I didn’t expect that there were even more ancestors in Anqing, Tongcheng, who were all members of Wachida Dam. villagers.
No wonder we Anhui fellows always call Jiangxi Big Brother Jiangxi Laobiao. It seems that there is indeed a certain origin.
Once you move here, you are the master. Qianhe accepted our wandering ancestors with her loving heart. And I am sincere, true and kind, and have been loving you for thousands of years. Without a hint of pretense.
The love of Qianhe is reflected in the clearness of the water. Grandpa said that there was no running water at that time, so they would carry buckets of water from Qianhe River back to eat. No one has ever doubted the purity of the water. In fact, since I can remember, every time I go home from school and walk in the shallow river, my classmates and I always grab a handful of the sweet river water and drink it with gusto. . That kind of sweet taste is the result of my many years of traveling around and drinking too many drinks, but I can't find the best mineral water that can match it. I'm afraid this is the nostalgia that people often say cannot be bought with a lot of money.
Qianhe’s love is reflected in her affectionate and rich aquatic resources. As soon as school is over and they pass by the river, the naughty children dive in one by one. When they come out, everyone must be holding a few fresh small fish in their hands. Everyone was shouting, and the friends quickly gathered around to watch and comment. There was surprise and admiration in their eyes; there were even younger ones standing on tiptoes, drooling, which always made people laugh. At this time, when the older brothers saw it, they counted the number of people generously and divided the heads according to the proportion. My family has an elderly grandmother and a mother who is away from home all year round. So I can always get a few more points than other friends. The next morning, there is guaranteed to be a milky white fish soup with an attractive aroma on the dining table. In those barren times, this fulfilled the lovesickness dreams of so many urchins on both sides of the Qianhe River!
The Qianhe River is said to be a branch stream. But for us it’s a mother river. Qianhe is divided into hundreds of small rivers. Our hometown is winding along the small river all the way to the valley. The small river plays music happily. The kids after school happily chased each other all the way, singing "spring water ding dong, spring water ding dong, spring water ding dong, jumping over the hills, passing through the grass, and coming to me..." The river water immersed us My feelings are like the small crabs and shrimps that I catch randomly while playing in the water, which can fill a bowl with a bag of cigarettes; it is the round pebbles of various shapes and sizes in the water; it is the ebb and flow of the tide. Our whooping.
At that time, I often followed the child army, and it was a pleasure to be crowded with my bare feet.
The sand in the Qianhe River is difficult to see in ordinary small rivers. It is as delicate and soft as the refined salt we usually eat, and it also exudes a faint yellow soft light. Gently grasp it with your hands, and a thousand kinds of graceful beauty will radiate between your fingers. I especially love the sand in my hometown. When I went home for the last time in 2008, I carefully brought back a colorful glazed vessel filled with the lingering feelings about my hometown. To this day, I keep it next to my study. Every time I see it, I miss you deeply; every time I miss you deeply, my hometown becomes far away.
Hometown is a matter of love. It is also an unsolvable equation.
The reason why I am so deeply attached to my hometown is that I am so far away from it step by step. Because my hometown has given me too much twilight, and the smoke from the twilight is crying. Just like my childhood when I lost my mother's love, and the sleepless little figure kneeling and crying in the bamboo garden in the dusk.
But the people in my hometown are warm. When I was a child, I basically grew up eating Baijia rice. At that time, in order to earn money for my brothers to study, my father would go out to do craft work at dawn all year round. One meal in the morning is easy to solve. Dad always cooks rice and steams eggs before leaving. I'll have to figure it out myself tonight. The uncles and aunts in my neighborhood felt sorry for me (my grandma didn't live with me), so they often gave me a bowl of rice from one family to another. Because they don’t know each other, I can eat several meals with the food delivered like this. My impression has been that I have been a homebody since I was a child. My elders enthusiastically asked me to go to dinner, but I never dared to go. Because when I went there it was bright and I could see clearly, but the way back and home were completely dark. I was so scared that I didn’t even have the courage to light a matchmaker lamp (we all lit matchmaker lamps at that time). Of course, there were also many kind-hearted uncles and aunts who forced me to go to their house for dinner and asked me to stay at their house temporarily until my father came back to pick him up. But I didn’t dare to go again after doing it a few times. I'm afraid to see the eyes of my peers nestling in the arms of my aunts, looking so happy. Makes me cry.
So I often occupied myself under the dim oil lamp at home, looking at the uneven lime background peeled off the wall and imagining: This pattern looks like the peach left on the ground by my neighbor’s home; this The pattern is like a big family. Look how lively it is with so many grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters gathered together... And what I count the most is the return date of my brother who lives in school once a week, and how I imagine my grandma occasionally Bring some delicious snacks and stand on tiptoe to watch our footsteps. So, I always draw circles one after another in my homework book, thinking about it.
The beauty of my hometown lies not only in its simple folk customs. Still on both sides of the verdant Qianhe River. On the hilly hills, under the pine trees, there are endless pine mushrooms and thatch mushrooms. There are also various unnamed sour fruits, grass roots, and sweet leaves. When the azaleas bloomed, the children ran wild all over the mountains and plains! I can also forget the grayness of the night in the joy of sunshine during the day. Now that I think about it, what precious memories they are! Such pure and natural love, love so naked, makes some social reality feel so embarrassing!
It has been several years since I went back to Qianhe, not because of Twilight’s childhood. But if I go back, there will be no place for me to stay. Dad, grandma, and brother passed away one after another. It was no less devastating than my twilight childhood; many elders who had cared for me during my childhood had either moved to counties, cities or better places. Either return to the earth and complete the great transformation of life. Even among the remaining young people, most of them have jumped out of the Qianhe River and have gone into deeper yearning. Now if I go there again, I'm afraid it will be like "children who don't recognize each other and laugh and ask where the guests are from."
But I always pay attention to Qianhe Cradle, which is in my dreams. I know: without my hometown, there would be no me. No matter whether I am living a good or bad life today, my hometown has given birth to me with her great love, as well as the generations of descendants of the folks on both sides of the Qianhe River.
A few years ago, I heard that the Tianzhu Mountain Tourism Bureau in my hometown has joined forces with the Shuihou Tourism Bureau, the Anqing Municipal Tourism Bureau and nearby villagers to develop the Qianhe River in a standardized way according to local conditions. Qianhe, where children used to play and play in the waves, has been renovated time and time again, and now it has become a national five-star tourist attraction along the coast such as Baimatan Rafting and Shuihou Rafting, which are recommended by CCTV Travel Channel. Stand on an original bamboo raft and experience the magical shock of "emptying the turbid waves", youth football and volleyball on the golden beach under the sun, and the bonfire party with thousands of people, which attracts many Chinese and foreign tourists.
I jumped up with joy! I straighten my stalwart backbone in Qianhe River and shout to the world:
Do you want to experience the first drift of the famous Tianzhu White Horse at home and abroad? Please come to Qianhe River in Tianzhu, Anhui!