He is about 30 years old. Tall, with a long face and a shy face. His family lives in Dajiangpu and his daughter-in-law is from the village. He has a son and a daughter, and his son is in junior high school. He is the director of a trolley bag factory and went to a friend's house in Longgang village during the holidays. Seeing that I was curious, I came over and asked: What do you pick up from a pile of "rocks"? I didn't dare to answer until I found two pebbles, "lean meat" and "indescribable". But now I'm confident. I said, there are "interesting" stones hidden here. I further outlined the "three methods" of stone selection in an expert tone: "one quality, two lines and three shapes" Kuang Ziting's face is longer. I began to elaborate, the first heavy stone: like chemical yellow wax stone, looks like wax, feels like jade, yellow like wax, transparent like jade; Secondary grain: like the yellow wax stone from Conghua, the skin is ever-changing, like pigskin, running water, chicken feet, money, knife chop, honeycomb, millet, pearl, bamboo leaves, bitter gourd skin and Shaqima; Heavy stone shape: Like yellow wax stone, food, animals and vessels, it is an angel with broken wings, pretending to be "food", "animal" and "vessel" and falling into the world. Kuang Ziting seemed puzzled and began to pick up stones with me. He picked up dozens of pebbles and showed them to me for me to verify. I basically threw it away. He is taciturn and ashamed to express himself. What a shy person! But the last sentence when Kuang Ziting broke up shocked me.
There is a Liuxi River running through Conghua, and there are many "interesting" stones in this world. The most famous equivalent comes from the yellow wax stone in Liuxihe hot spring section. Above the riverbed is a river, and below the riverbed is a hot spring containing various minerals, which spews out in Weidong Village, the hometown of hot springs. Under the joint action of river water and hot springs, after a long geological process, it was bred, kneaded and infiltrated, and finally became a yellow wax stone like wax and jade. Various minerals brought into the stone body by hot springs form various colors such as yellow, white, red, black and green, and become a rare "colored wax stone". As early as ten years ago, the whole village of Weidong Village was "Shi Cun". The villagers started the hook machine to dig in the river and became the first farmers to get rich by stones. There are almost no large pieces of colored wax stones, which are basically stored in villagers' homes, players' hands and strange stone shops. Most of the "fish escaping from the net" are small wax stones that can be distinguished by the naked eye, but they are hidden in the deep mountains and the bottom of the river. Every real "treasure hunter" hopes that a heavy rain will wash away the strange stones on the mountain and turn them up under the water. Sand pumping boats continuously pump up river sand, and loading trucks continuously transport the sand to the rockfill yard, and then separate the sand from the stone. The rockfill field is a transitional place for rocks. They are only worth 100 yuan a ton here, which is lower than the daily salary of the workers picking up stones in the quarry. Then it is continuously transported to roads, dams, gardens and houses everywhere as paving stones. Lucky paving stones, unlucky paving stones, covered with thick cement, may be worth a year's salary of a quarry, and yellow wax stones will never see the light of day.
One of the few "lean meat" in my hand, which conforms to the "three laws", lay quietly as a "paving stone" in Fu Jiulong Villa before meeting me. Fu Jiulong Villa is a dining farm with two football fields run by my classmate Mr. Li Puxiang. Men over forty love to play football here, and men under forty love to drink here. I don't like playing football or drinking. I like picking up stones. The rotten land here has been paved with more than a dozen cars of stones. I wonder how many "interesting" stones are buried under rocks, in the soil and beside weeds. Just a few years ago, I decided to be an interesting person. They decided to make an "interesting" stone thousands of years ago.
Before the sun went down, I had picked up a small bag full of stones and was ready to go home. I was resting under a small banyan tree. I went to fiddle with the grass on the ground and suddenly found a red corner. My heart tightened and I took out a piece of red frozen wax. Pyrophyllite is divided into coarse, fine, crystalline, colloidal and frozen according to its wax. Red wax stone is rare, red wax stone is even rarer, and red wax stone that looks like something is even rarer. This red frozen wax looks like a small piece of "lean meat" that has just been picked. Visible thick dark red "meat" fiber, a thin layer of white stone skin "pores" can be seen bit by bit. Even better, there are one or two "blood spots" on the pigskin stone. With this precious "bring up the rear", my confidence in "picking up stones" suddenly rushed to my head.
But a year ago, before I understood the "three laws" and a few generous quarrying predecessors gave stones, I was still a "rookie" in the quarrying industry. Although the family is full of small stones, the circle of friends is "drying" every day. One day, Sister Yun, whom WeChat knew for a short time, called me and calmly said that my villa needs to be renovated, and I will give you the stones cleaned by my house. Sister Yun's yellow wax stones are randomly stacked in every corner of the villa garden. Only when we met did we know that she was a veteran of the "quarrying world"-twenty years ago, she had been quarrying in Liuxihe. In the past, there were a lot of good big wax stones. Dozens and hundreds of pounds of big stones were motorcycle backs, and several motorcycles were broken. Finally, I could not put it down at home and bought a villa. Sister Yun, any yellow wax stone is better than the best one in my family. I can't stand the sun. I carried hundreds of pounds of stones. When I got these stones, I saw further, because I suddenly stood on Sister Yun's "giant shoulder".
Meng Qi is the second "stone-picking" doyen I met. His surname is Li, the eldest in the family, and he often has fantastic ideas, so he nicknamed himself "Meng Qi". He once dreamed of going to a pink planet and stroking countless sticky pink bubbles and a pink girl. At fourteen, he predicted that he would be an interesting person at forty. As a result, that year, he studied fine arts and studied under the famous guqin of Lingnan School. He can not only play, but also play. Every time I go to his studio, he will send a yellow wax stone as a gift. He is familiar with every quarry beach in Liuxi River and encourages me to pick it up together. Meng Qi often takes me to the Macun quarry near Liuxihe to pick up stones. Dozens of piles of stones, large and small. The most exaggerated time is to pick up stones at night. Meng Qi said that it is easy to find transparent stones that glow in the low light. I didn't find many luminous transparent stones that night, but I caught a few luminous fireflies.
The village chief goose is the third "quarrying" doyen I met. His surname is Li, and he is the founder of the famous "goose stew pot" in Conghua catering industry. All day with Conghua famous bird Longtan Wuma Goose, known as "Goose Village Head". Twenty years ago, a hotel fire destroyed the "goose pot" in full swing. However, the village chief Goose did not believe in evil, thinking that it was getting more and more prosperous, and moved to Guangzhou, failing again. I think it's best to wash away the lead, so I opened the "goose pot" from the beginning. In the military medal of the hotel, half of the credit was the pet "Shrimp Dumplings" of Xiane at that time. A child in the hotel downstairs forgot his key and shouted "Open the door" three times downstairs, and the "Shrimp Dumplings" in the cage answered three times. The village chief marveled that he could not be his "father" but became someone else's "father". Since then, "shrimp dumplings" have been coaxed into small ancestors and eventually become "health signs" to attract customers. "Shrimp dumplings" are enlightened because there is an enlightened goose village head. When Dahongying and Aman and I visited the village chief, we visited a room full of stones in his country house. The goose village chief told me earnestly that people are popular and stones have sharp edges. Only when people are "enlightened" can they become attached to stones. Twenty years ago, the village chief Goose traveled all over the battlefields, coaxed a beautiful aunt with a bag of fruit, and brought back several bags of strange stones. What is most attached to him is dozens of "indescribable" male and female organ stones. Long and short, piece by piece, "the desire to spend money is gradually fascinating." There are too many stones, so leave them outside at will. Goose village head pointed to a pile of stones in the corner and said, go and pick some. Mann and I ran behind our feet. As a result, I found a black pebble, a male "indescribable" organ, 20 seconds faster than Aman-I verified the importance of "stone edge" on the spot.
Luo Minghui is the fourth "stone-picking" doyen I met. He is a man with both civil and military skills. Writing is calligraphy, and martial arts is taekwondo. Because of the apprenticeship class, it is called "Luo religion". Luo Jiao must drink when writing calligraphy, but he must not drink when playing Taekwondo. Soju warms the pulse, but books break the cage. Wrist shaking, shout at top of voice, half drunk and with childlike joy, will greatly sink Wei Li's embarrassment. Luo Jiao loves wine, books, tea and stones. Others pick up stones on the shore, and Luo teaches to pick up stones in the stream; Others don't wet their feet when picking up stones, and Luo Jiao will wet her feet when picking up stones! Good stone, hehehe; Hit the water with your palm, bang, bang. In fact, what he picked up was not a stone, but a sentimental landscape. He told me earnestly that man is nature, and stone is nature. Only by "having a heart for nature" can man become attached to stone.
With the enthusiastic encouragement of the old-timers in the "quarrying world", I finally "flew solo". I "walked again" in the direction indicated by Meng Qi. While everyone was busy soaking in water and eating brown during the Dragon Boat Festival, I went back to Macun Stone Field. This time, I saw a child squatting on a pile of stones from a distance, but when I looked closely, I found that it was a short boy of about 20 years old. I remember Meng Qi mentioned that his name was Binzi, and he often wandered around Liuxihe levee alone. He has Ma Yun's face, but only Ma Yun's IQ when he was 5 years old. If you ask him how old he is, he will always answer 5. But he has a super memory. He will remember the age, name and measurements of any strange woman brought by any strange man, provided that you bring a woman. His eyes are black and blinking. He squatted on a pile of stones, often playing with a stone in his hand, and seemed to fly out at any time-unless he begged for a dime.
Binzi reminds me of a "lone ranger" I met from time to time in the city in recent ten years. He always walks silently on any street in the city. What will never change is wearing a yellow plastic helmet, covering half of the face and revealing dark eyes in the shadow. What is always changing is something like a pattern in the right hand: sometimes a stick, sometimes a weight, sometimes a knife, sometimes a bottle, sometimes a ruler. For ten years, walking posture's eyes and clothes have never changed. What changed was that the black beard with slag turned gray. Their lives wander between enlightened and unenlightened, and no one can understand them.
But I am reading the stone in my hand and the "fun" in it quickly. I often meet "stone pickers" who are as hard-working, independent and eager as I am, but I often regret returning empty-handed. If you only pick up stones such as wax jade, how many are there? They get up before the chickens? Still more tired than cattle? But I'm always full of joy. I have read Four Great Classical Novels and know that the protagonists of the two famous books are all "changed" by stones; I have read Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus, and I know that tragedy produces beauty, just like jagged stones with different textures make up a stone; I have seen "Brokeback Venus" (figure), and I know that imperfection produces beauty. Stones with few heads and feet can arouse your imagination at any time; I have read Jiang Xun's Meditation on Beauty, and I know that leaving blank space produces beauty. The literati "non-violent and non-cooperative movement" who left the Song Dynasty escaped the brutal rule of the Yuan Dynasty and created a large number of blank landscape paintings. I have sandwiches, braised pork, cakes, roasted geese, biscuits and chestnuts in my hand, and stones with tiger, dog, dragon, snake, wind, bamboo, mountain and moon patterns, all of which have lost the artistic conception of a pebble with bodhi patterns; I have read Xiao's "Jin Ping Mei", and I know that women like their own faces, and stones are given to those who admire themselves. Pan Jinlian, who was born in poverty, secretly smeared jasmine flowers all over his body in order to please Ximen Qing in every way. "It's white, greasy and slippery, and the fragrance is amazing." . Isn't this just like me "throwing stones at one of our own"? Touch and wipe every day? I have read the Book of Changes and know that the best stones always appear when people are most desperate. I have read the Bible and know that "when God closes a window for you, he will open another door for you". The so-called "ugliness" with holes and wrinkles is exactly the "beauty" that Shichi dreamed of. I know the science of interpersonal relationships. I plant my own blessings by being kind to others, and I give my stones to everyone. I know materialism, people are flesh and blood, and no matter how awesome they are, they can't be longer than stones. They once had it and learned to let it go. I know Buddhism's "six divisions in the wheel of karma", and every pebble implies that "life will eventually return to its original point"; I know that in the auction list of ancient famous paintings in China, Shi and Shi Tao are both surnamed Shi. Who is sure that Shi can't bid for Shi Tao's paintings? Besides, I have three methods! You think it's just a stone? This requires a little knowledge of aesthetics, philosophy, literature, history, theology, folklore, psychology, humanities, relationships, materialism and idealism. How can you pick it up like this without returning with a full load?
In the last month, I have opened up a "new battlefield"-there are a lot of river stones downstream of the dam of Weidong Power Station. The last stone in the upper reaches of Liuxi River here was fixed after the completion of the 1978 dam. A small river tore the silky green river into two pieces, washed the beach and rushed into the distance. There is a row of neat and sparse eucalyptus trees on the left bank, which is lonely and remote. A large number of small mosquito ink almost invisible to the naked eye has been bred in the hot and humid river beach, and the quarrying union has been bitten by mosquitoes. After turning over the stone, you have to endure the fright caused by centipedes, crickets and frogs jumping out of the bottom. Sometimes the toes will suddenly hurt, and they are black ants the size of sesame seeds. Bend down to pick up stones for a long time, and the old waist is always very troublesome. But these are not as lonely as a person picking up stones.
I'm thinking about the significance of picking up stones. In fact, what I picked up was not a stone, but a kind of cultivation. When you realize that a lot of stones, strange stones, strange stones and interesting stones may be buried for a lifetime, you will sigh that they are so unbearable; When you stand in the water and realize that you can't step into the same river twice, you will sigh "the deceased is so"; When you realize that getting it is accidental and losing it is inevitable, you will sigh that no matter how good the stone is, we can only accompany it for a short period of time. Stone can't talk, but it can. Stone has endured the most humble trampling, and has never been stingy with the most magnificent display. You have to sigh "the stone of stone"!
I suddenly remembered what Kuang Ziting finally said to me: Stone depends on imagination.
Isn't this the ultimate meaning of stone?
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