Jianyang

2015 spring is coming, I still feel 2014 cold. Chill hung windows, image of a piece of the rape of the Golden. I am looking forward to the flourishing scene of thousands of trees in front of the sick trees. After a long winter, who would scruple about the chilly coldness of spring. Expectation is expectation after all. The closer you are to Chengdu, the more uneasy you are. The farther away from the grass pool, the more dignified the homeland is. Originally, I wanted to “support the wind and rain to the grass pool”, but I never thought that I set foot on the road to Chengdu. Passing by the sauce Garden, passing by the small bridge, passing by the strange and familiar caochi vocational school. The Street of caochi is as narrow as the world. Compared with the previous gravel road, the cement floor now is much simpler and cleaner. The ancients said that it was not cold to blow the Willow Wind. Looking at those flower folding umbrellas fluttering in the gentle wind and drizzle, I couldn’t help imagining that there would be a beautiful face under the umbrella. Beauty will make you feel soft. Peach blossom with human face is always as drunk as a fool, just like twist along the grass pool, no matter where it is, it will tempt your undetermined taste buds. Recalling the caochi, just like Baidu’s youth time, Wu Changyou said that youth is unbearable to Baidu. With the growth of age, there is another nostalgia complex. I remember when I secretly fell in love with a girl next to the window, I once carved her name on the head of Cuiheng bridge. At that time, I thought naively that the existence after the wind and rain was the sea and the rocks were rotten in the TV series. On the riverside of caochi, I wrote a love letter for that girl, and every letter sent to Jianyang was filled with unknown wild flowers and weeds. The word romance was far away from me, power station, tongfu Temple and Lixing brick factory have become my memory. I didn’t hold my hand once, and my love of wild flowers and grass ended in vain. Many years later, the boy who turned over the window in the middle of the night and baked sweet potatoes for girls was no longer handsome, cuiheng bridge became a broken bridge rarely visited by people, and the girl who was in love in those years also became the wife of others. Only the three characters of Cuiheng Bridge written by teacher Zeng Zhiliang still witnessed that period of history. The rain Lane is deep and the crimson river is shallow. Those people in memory are still fresh in the golden yellow of rape flowers. Cao Chi can’t be just as its name implies. Zhou Keqin is gone, and he still can’t erase the footprints left on the bridge by Xu Mao and his daughters. The ancient Pingquan county was gone, but the poem monument of No. 1 scholar Wang guipu was left in baimatan. The ancestors of Tang Zong and Song dynasty disappeared, but the stone carving of dafoya witnessed the wind and rain of the grass pond for thousands of years. I used to write the sentence “caochi non-chi makes me lonely”. What is loneliness? Even myself is a little indescribable. More than twenty years ago, my senior high school teacher Fu Huaiqing once wrote an article named “Cao Chi Fu”. Because of the long time, the specific content is not very clear. I just remember that the thatched pond is not a pond full of grass, but a fish pool built by Pingquan county magistrate on the bank of Jiang River, which is full of strange flowers and plants from the capital, it is specially for the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of Yangan and Chengdu to enjoy. “A hundred grasses collection, the plants are very old”, the grass pool was named thousands of years ago. I tasted strawberries in wachanggou, saw the mansion of Happy Liu cunhou, and paid tribute to the lion carved in the Stone of wangjiashan Mountain. I felt a little more feelings of words than Moke poets. After reading Wu Changyou’s “Yucheng Bridge” on the tip of his tongue, I have a special affection for the grass pool of “Kiss the Sunset. In the Jiangxi River to the Qing Dynasty, there was a kind of prawns swimming around. What was wonderful was that this large prawns had a pair of sea-shaped pliers on their bodies, which was called plate prawns by local people. The seemingly ferocious and ugly thing was fried by the local old altar pepper in the caochi, and the tender, Emerald, sour and sweet flesh had already enchanted the soul. A cup of clay altar sorghum wine, several white crane peanuts and half a cup of pickled pepper plate shrimp are enough to make the city people who don’t know the taste of mountains and fields forget their feelings and soul. “Good Mountain, good water, good grass pool” suddenly reminded me of the inscription of anonymous on the stone wall of white horse beach in the grass pool, and I felt something unexpectedly. I am not a person who understands Zen, but I feel that white horse Beach is a spiritual place. Wang guipu, one of the top four scholars in Jianzhou, was raised in this place with only a big thumb, and a teacher of Zhu University, a folk geomancy Wonder Man, was also cultivated. The water in the grass pool is clear, and the shadow of the flat bridge is shallow. A cup of pickle plate of shrimp can not taste the taste of life, and Baidu’s youth can not retrieve the once green smiling face. Washing my hands in the caochi River meant that I would never meet the long hair and waist of that year again. Along the way to the west, the huge billboard “New airport new opportunity” flashed across the caochi Road made me a little excited. Think about Tianfu New District, think about the new airport, I am not good at laughing, there was no reason to laugh. The word “livelihood” is a little cold to touch, and some words are poor, and there is still some desire to speak. The road is simple and the sunshine is far away. I, who kept running for my livelihood, finally saw some hope. Ye Huajun said that when the new airport was started and his hometown was occupied, he would go back to the caochi to develop and live a down-to-earth life of local tyrants. I deeply feel the same feeling. No matter how good Chengdu is, I am a passer-by after all. Only home can make people feel at ease. It is a little tangled to take the bus to Chengdu. Caochi, will we miss it next time? 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