Meet Wuyuan, flowers bloom in my dream (Part 1)

Text/Zhang Yujing

When the gloom of a winter of depression is blown away by the spring breeze of March, the flowers bloom and the grass turns green.

I sat cross-legged on the Arhat bed on the balcony, spreading the glass as far as possible. With the sudden rise in temperature, the grass has already poked its head out. Young girls are wearing wide-leg pants with their ankles exposed, and boys are running on the basketball court in short-sleeves. Although middle-aged people like me have gone through many vicissitudes of life and strictly abide by the natural laws of the older generation, spring covers autumn and freezes, but I still can't help but want to breathe a few more breaths of spring.

At this moment, are you not drinking the newly made tea, not admiring the first blooming flowers, and living up to the increasingly springy March?

Just leave. I didn’t do any homework, I just looked through the buzz of the hornet’s nest, and with a high-speed rail ticket and a bag, my trip to Rapeseed Flowers began.

I still remember the first time I saw rapeseed flowers. That year, I went to Chongqing to go to school. Outside the window of the speeding car, some of the delicate yellow flowers were dotted, and some were calling friends, swaying in the spring breeze. Become the most dazzling color in my memory.

Wuyuan of rape flowers, here I come!

As soon as I left the station, I looked like a child traveling for the first time. I walked around the square and took photos up and down with my mobile phone. I met an aunt who was also in her seventies and had a particularly strong body. He is so tough that I can't keep up with him when running. It is said that he has traveled through most of China. My aunt told me about her little surprises along the way and took me to stay in a youth hostel.

I have only heard of the term youth hostel before, but I have long passed the age of staying in such a place!

"Youth hostel? Are they the kind where young people can have romantic encounters?" I joked.

"Go, I've lived here for so many years, but why haven't I encountered it?" The aunt said and winked mischievously, "How about you go and experience it, what if you can encounter it?"

Hahaha, after struggling for a long time, I couldn’t stand my aunt’s insistence, so I followed and had a look.

After entering the door, I discovered that there is such an interesting place. There were many little girls sitting at the long table in the hall. They were all sharing their strategies and meeting carpoolers. Rice. There was also a girl who ran over and greeted me enthusiastically, "Sister, you need to buy a pass for the scenic spots in Wuyuan. You can buy it at Mafengwo, which is 30 yuan cheaper than Meituan."

I smiled, so , when the owner of the youth hostel told me that there was only one lower bunk left in the girls' room, I happily said that I would live here too, and the lower bunk was given to my aunt, so I would stay in the upper bunk.

I called my best friend, and she said, "How can you, a literary and artistic person like you, have such strict requirements for accommodation, stay in a canopy bed like the one used by so many people?" Make it up for you.

I snorted and shouted: What do you know, this is life!

It was already evening after packing up, and a drizzle came suddenly, bringing with it the elegance of Jiangnan. Holding an old umbrella, I walked around the quiet town of Wuyuan. Raindrops fell on the upturned Anhui-style buildings, creating ripples along the blue tiles. Looking far into the distance, I can see the jagged Anhui-style buildings, smoky and mist blending with the green mountains and fields in the distance. Under the umbrella, I can quietly hear my own heartbeat. I think that after living in bustling cities with bustling lights and feasting for a long time, we who are busy need this kind of small town with a strong sense of life to calm down the impetuousness that is disturbed by life.

In the alley at the corner ahead, will you encounter a lilac woman holding an oil-paper umbrella? I casually took a photo of an ink painting and posted it on WeChat Moments. I lamented that this is the place where I have never dreamed of going to Huizhou.

I was shuddering when I lowered my head and found that my shoes had bubbles in the rain. Haha, my foam shoes are so fashionable! how so? Did you not rinse your shoes clean last time?

Ah! Ashamed, ashamed, I quickly ran back to the Youth Hostel to change my shoes...

Early the next morning, my aunt and I carpooled and headed straight to Huangling in our dreams.

A peaceful mountain wilderness has become famous because of its rapeseed flowers. In the undulating hills and rocks, with just a casual glance, I was stunned by the surging yellow. The rapeseed flowers are blooming with overwhelming momentum, greeting the guests coming and going. With a light aroma mixed with the fragrance of earth, it shows people the beauty of spring.

In the tens of thousands of acres of terraced fields, bees are dancing and butterflies are busy. Deva is hidden in it.

A young man was busy quietly at the easel, and several aunts were holding various silk scarves with their arms open and posing in various poses. I don’t know whose pet puppy was running back and forth, chasing and playing... There was a little girl next to me with a wreath on her head, standing among the flowers, holding up a selfie stick, smiling so brightly.

I was infected by the girl’s smile. I bought a garland, imitated the girl’s appearance, and took a beautiful selfie in the rapeseed field. Oh, it turns out that spring is so within reach.

Walking among the flowers, I completely forgot why I was so impatient that I had to go on a spontaneous trip. Although people reach middle age, they are always unable to be happy with things and sad with themselves. They are always sad because of the continuous rain, always miss the parting of the platform, and are always heartbroken because of someone else's unkind words.

However, this is just a mortal. Those who really understand how to live their lives still have to leave home? I'm so lustful, how can I let go of this colorful world?

Hahaha, Zhang Yujing, you are going too far again, come back quickly!

Stepping on the bluestone slabs and along the cool stone steps, you will see a scenery as soon as you turn around. Open a wooden window, and the uneven Anhui-style buildings spread out like ink paintings, perfectly integrating the green mountains and green fields in the distance, and taking me back to that tender and graceful era.

In that era, there were unique ancient courtyard rain eaves, carefully carved window edges, a wooden stick supporting the open window, logs stretching out the window, and local farmers hanging corn , drying a dustpan of red peppers and chrysanthemums. The orderly Anhui-style houses, colorful and a row of harvest scenery are really a mobile version of the Qingming River Scene.

Forgive me for my lack of reading. After taking this photo, I couldn't find the right words to describe it, so I kept saying "Autumn, I still want to come..."

What makes me want to come is the prune pancake. It is said that Huangling is famous for its dried plum and vegetable cakes and gas cakes. Umeboshi vegetable cake contains plums and meat, which is particularly fragrant. The gas cake is rice ground into a paste with a stone mill and steamed to a uniform thickness. It is said that when local men go to work in the fields, the village women at home do these two things and let the men take them with them. I can't get used to gas cakes, but I fell in love with plum and vegetable pancakes, so much so that I went out to look for them every morning in Wuyuan.

After leaving Huangling, I went with my aunt to Likeng, Wangkou, Jiangwan and Xiaoqi on the eastern front. My favorite is Wangkou. It is said to be the place where the Xin and Liang Rivers in the Jiangwan section meet, and merchant ships once shuttled there. Wangkou, which is extremely commercially developed, has returned to peace after experiencing the changes of the times.

This small village has a street as its central axis. At the end of the street is a flowing river with a vast surface. The other end of the street is a typical architectural style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The bluestone street is only two or three meters wide. Each small alley has its own name. It is said that people fill oil and light incense in Yeguang Alley every night. Lijia Alley It was the children brought up by Widow Li who worked so hard that achieved fame and fame...

Some of the white and yellow walls in the alley are covered with moss, bearing the traces of time, and there are a few stars sprouting from the corners. The grass adds a touch of charm. Each family has its own family motto hanging at the door. Inside the open door, each family retains the traditional Chinese style. Almost every family has a traditional clock on the altar table and the Eight Immortals Table. .

Those ancient alleys, those bustling ships, and those exquisite carvings have all faded in the dappled drizzle and lingering sunshine. What you feel is the ordinary life of ordinary people, an open door There, several old ladies were sitting around the Eight Immortals table. In the cups on the table, chrysanthemums were blooming slowly, gradually returning to their open state. From a distance, I felt the fragrance of chrysanthemums wafting towards me. . That kind of leisurely life is something that a loser like me, who has been squeezing the subway early in the morning and eating takeout, yearns for.

There was an aunt at the edge of the village, gathered around the river, with a wooden bucket beside her and something similar to a rolling pin (hey, for a person like me who has never seen the world, it’s really... I can’t think of how to describe it), tapping the clothes in the river, I couldn’t help but stop curiously, and found out that I was secretly filming, and my aunt turned her head away in embarrassment, haha, shy aunt, I’m sorry. ?

I still couldn't help but send the secretly photographed scenery to my best friend. I said, "What you call seclusion is just people's daily life."

? Yes, what we call Going into seclusion is really just a daily routine for people.