Travel notes of Huang Yao

Text/Shen Hailong

Water drops grow on the walls, seep under the huge cement road, and the ghosts of dead grass seeds in spring roar under the cement forest. Stretching out the wrapped arm and dancing, the strengthened nerve endings gradually rust into copper and aluminum, and no warm oxygen molecules can enter the cell and swim. Packed in a cuboid steel body, it is raining in Mao Mao, and a road crosses the mountain. Tianshui is like a vine winding around this crawling body. The top of the canine teeth crawled on the fog ring, the car passed through some slopes halfway up the mountain, and the car looked at the ancient villages that were gradually dense at the foot of the mountain. On the body of Eurasia, in the southwest corner of the Far East, there are thousands of dog caves rising from the ground, and the fog in each mountain is lewd. Thousands of years ago, there were several shriveled bodies, stained with the bloody smell of war-torn hometown. The two waters are surrounded by barren red soil. In this beautiful desert, after a thousand years, a rusty city body broke into her quiet and bright dream.

The drizzle bathed the Millennium-old banyan tree, and on her wrinkled branches, countless bright green and kind smiles bloomed. The wind blew for thousands of years, so people still exist. Under the tree, the flowing water is clear, and the narrow waterway can't support the expanding summer rain. The Gulf Stream turns sharply, and the wind blows in the cave, thunders, produces fog, generates no electricity, produces no fish fry, produces no poems, and only rains in Mao Mao. Thousands of years ago, a small bamboo raft went down the river under the big stone bolt of the banyan tree, caught half a basket of small shrimps and raised a family hungry. The sound of water rumbles, the banks are muddy and fertile, and the river around the city kisses the big stone steps. There was no fence, and a shed was built on the other side. A middle-aged woman is still fertilizing. Through the high wall door, Shiban Street is wearing the shoes of several generations of residents. Straw shoes, wooden shoes, cloth shoes, barefoot, big feet, small feet, three-inch golden lotus, stepping on hard leather shoes, scared at heart, disturbing the quiet sound of water. This street smells like old houses, old fermented grains, clothes and mattresses in old wardrobes, and old people's skin. The smell of people living in old houses has penetrated into brick and wood for generations, and it has been fermented for a long time.

Where did these stone strips come from? The town lives deep in the mountains, with green water and thick soup, and there are inexhaustible stone resources around the rocks. With a small population, how long does it take to carry a stone strip more than one meter long and more than twenty centimeters wide? The mountain road is rugged and the road goes around halfway up the mountain. How to find the way deep in Dashishan? Without labor-saving tools, how can these intact stone strips be taken down from the mountain? Back to the village? Polished into a complete cuboid. How many generations does it take to polish these hard stone strips so smoothly with the soles of your feet? Have you been in business that long? Starting from next season, this place is in a bandit area. How has this water-like town, a town like an old woman, been tenaciously preserved for future generations?

When I went back during the day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and there were many people. The whole town is on a small slope, which is easy to drain. The grass sticks out from the gap, soaked with clear water and tastes green. Stepping on the bluestone strip, water splashed from the grass in the crevice. I even suspect that there is spring water under this confused Qingshi old street, which does not rest day and night.

Walking on the slate street at night, without the noise of neon lights in the city, passing through a smooth and wet reflective alley, the sky is gloomy and the stars are scattered. By the natural dim light, the sound of leather shoes is like stepping on a horse through an ancient street. At night, dogs walk together and beat dogs to see their owners. The host sat under a high wall and counted the years. It is rare to see them bark calmly. In a daze, I came to the wide street with high walls. The street turned several corners, but there was no end in sight. Two rows of lanterns hung high and evenly, and the dim lights intertwined with the mottled old walls slipped down the slate street with the light rain, like the distant and kind story of the rural grandmother. Say what age this is. What age did you answer? Grandma is still there, in the depths, still telling stories, waiting for my child to return with crutches in the old house.

There is a folk singer in Taiwan Province Province who sings like this:

Grandma likes to turn over the old house at the top of the mountain (grandma will go back to her hometown on the mountain)

I often look at the bull's-eye tree that passes by Uncle's lips (I often watch her walk by the longan tree next to Uncle).

Pick up all the way, pick up all the way (she picks up all the way, picks up all the way)

The whole mountain is full of tung trees that nobody likes (the whole mountain is full of tung trees that nobody wants)

Grandma's wife comes down when she is ready (grandma sometimes comes with her wife)

He reasonably lives in a three-story building behind Miaoping (she says she lives in a three-story building behind the temple now)

When the old kitchen is free, plant sweet potatoes (when the hometown in the mountain is free, come back and plant some sweet potatoes)

Grandma has a kind smile (grandma has a kind smile on her face)

Looking at her one by one will remind me of my grandmother (every time I see her, I will think of my grandmother)

I will miss my grandma who loves me (I miss my grandma who hurts me)

One hundred and twenty years passed in a blink of an eye (one hundred and twenty years passed in a blink of an eye)

In another 30 or 40 years, it will be gone in the blink of an eye (it will be gone in another 30 or 40 years)

Without grandma, there would be no grandma (without grandma, I would lose grandma)

Grandma said she had two granddaughters to take care of.

My uncle's sons are all suitable for Taipei (my daughter-in-law's sons are all in Taipei)

She talked about going to Taipei (she said she went to Taipei)

When people tell you, you celebrate (I say you are really great)

If you are a great-grandmother, you can cook by yourself (even if you are a great-grandmother, you can cook by yourself)

A Tao also said: "Grandma left, and when we came back, the tung trees under the old house fell all over the floor, and some sprouted."

Huangyao ancient town, which has been silent for thousands of years.

Liu Fei, 2009 Literature and Art

1736 65438+1October 19, this is a great day. In greenock, Glasgow, England, a baby boy clenched his weak little hand, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the world around him with disdain. Then he remembered a clear cry, as if to announce to the world: "I am coming!" " Subsequently, in his 83-year life course, relying on the improved steam engine, he not only wrote the thickness of life, but also became the driving force of social progress and opened the sacred ceremony of the arrival of human industrial revolution. About 500 years before the birth of this industrial giant, in the far east, under the command of Renzong, the loyal Yang led the rebellion in Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi), a border town. They marched triumphantly all the way, invincible, and pursued the remnant bandits at the intersection of Pearl River, Xingning River and Yaojiang River. Seeing no way out, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this situation, Yang called for help. After appeasing the rebels and the people of Enze, it was named "Huang Yao" because there were many local Huang surnames and Yao surnames.

Watt's improved steam engine has already become a masterpiece and entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era he blew left nothing but black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers and loneliness, anxiety and indifference of modern people. Huangyao ancient town, like an oriental classical phantom, is traditional and clean. It has been silent for thousands of years and has been inheriting its simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the peaceful land of Huang Yao and felt her charm and massiness, more than half a century has passed since Ou Yangyuqian led the members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform anti-Japanese war programs such as "Singing Girl under Iron Shoes", "Put Down Your Whip" and "Question and Answer of Lugouqiao". Although the crowd on the ancient stage of Huangyao has stopped, the gongs and drums have stopped, but the carved beams and painted buildings on both sides of the stage and the Qingshiban Road under the stage are still telling the story of the Vulcan bird "Fang Bi" to the past tourists. According to legend, Bi Guifang is a god bird that feeds on fire. Where she appears, there must be a fire. However, because of his lust for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, he became a human being and married into the homes of ordinary people, which subsequently brought a heavy disaster to Huang Yao. Although Fang Bi, who is kind by nature, has recovered her original shape and put out the fire with the help of similar people, she still blames herself, her friends and neighbors in the face of such natural disasters. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to give some compensation to the local people before leaving. So, day after day, year after year, she spent more than 20 spring and autumn, paving the way for local people to build houses with wood and stones. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and eight lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of green slate.

Today, we are walking in the streets of Huangyao ancient town, stepping on the blue-and-white slate paved by Fang Bi for more than 20 years. What reason do we have to hurry and not slow down? Is there any excuse not to hurt your heart because of your own mistakes, or even go your own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges, the flowing people and the bluestone alleys in the green hills all greet the arrival of modern urbanites with a classical but open attitude, just to wash away the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with a natural and simple attitude, is still silent, excluding the interference of everything in the world. The Qingshiban Road in the ancient town, with a heavy feeling of gratitude, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities and bringing infinite impact to our vision and mind. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuang and a series of other cultural celebrities have left their outstanding footprints on the Qingshi Road in this Millennium ancient town. In this late spring season, I am fortunate to follow in the footsteps of these celebrities and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It's my great honor!

Huangyao ancient town, which has been silent for thousands of years.

Liu Fei, 2009 Literature and Art

1736 65438+1October 19, this is a great day. In greenock, Glasgow, England, a baby boy clenched his weak little hand, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the world around him with disdain. Then he remembered a clear cry, as if to announce to the world: "I am coming!" " Subsequently, in his 83-year life course, relying on the improved steam engine, he not only wrote the thickness of life, but also became the driving force of social progress and opened the sacred ceremony of the arrival of human industrial revolution. About 500 years before the birth of this industrial giant, in the far east, under the command of Renzong, the loyal Yang led the rebellion in Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi), a border town. They marched triumphantly all the way, invincible, and pursued the remnant bandits at the intersection of Pearl River, Xingning River and Yaojiang River. Seeing no way out, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this situation, Yang called for help. After appeasing the rebels and the people of Enze, it was named "Huang Yao" because there were many local Huang surnames and Yao surnames.

Watt's improved steam engine has already become a masterpiece and entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era he blew left nothing but black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers and loneliness, anxiety and indifference of modern people. Huangyao ancient town, like an oriental classical phantom, is traditional and clean. It has been silent for thousands of years and has been inheriting its simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the peaceful land of Huang Yao and felt her charm and massiness, more than half a century has passed since Ou Yangyuqian led the members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform anti-Japanese war programs such as "Singing Girl under Iron Shoes", "Put Down Your Whip" and "Question and Answer of Lugouqiao". Although the crowd on the ancient stage of Huangyao has stopped, the gongs and drums have stopped, but the carved beams and painted buildings on both sides of the stage and the Qingshiban Road under the stage are still telling the story of the Vulcan bird "Fang Bi" to the past tourists. According to legend, Bi Guifang is a god bird that feeds on fire. Where she appears, there must be a fire. However, because of his lust for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, he became a human being and married into the homes of ordinary people, which subsequently brought a heavy disaster to Huang Yao. Although Fang Bi, who is kind by nature, has recovered her original shape and put out the fire with the help of similar people, she still blames herself, her friends and neighbors in the face of such natural disasters. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to give some compensation to the local people before leaving. So, day after day, year after year, she spent more than 20 spring and autumn periods, paving the way for local people to build houses with wood and stones. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and eight lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of green slate.

Today, we are walking in the streets of Huangyao ancient town, stepping on the blue-and-white slate paved by Fang Bi for more than 20 years. What reason do we have to hurry and not slow down? Is there any excuse not to hurt your heart because of your own mistakes, or even go your own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges, the flowing people and the bluestone alleys in the green hills all greet the arrival of modern urbanites with a classical but open attitude, just to wash away the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with a natural and simple attitude, is still silent, excluding the interference of everything in the world. The Qingshiban Road in the ancient town, with a heavy feeling of gratitude, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities and bringing infinite impact to our vision and mind. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuang and a series of other cultural celebrities have left their outstanding footprints on the Qingshi Road in this Millennium ancient town. In this late spring season, I am fortunate to follow in the footsteps of these celebrities and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It's my great honor!

Huangyao ancient town, which has been silent for thousands of years.

Liu Fei, 2009 Literature and Art

1736 65438+1October 19, this is a great day. In greenock, Glasgow, England, a baby boy clenched his weak little hand, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the world around him with disdain. Then he remembered a clear cry, as if to announce to the world: "I am coming!" " Subsequently, in his 83-year life course, relying on the improved steam engine, he not only wrote the thickness of life, but also became the driving force of social progress and opened the sacred ceremony of the arrival of human industrial revolution. About 500 years before the birth of this industrial giant, in the far east, under the command of Renzong, the loyal Yang led the rebellion in Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi), a border town. They marched triumphantly all the way, invincible, and pursued the remnant bandits at the intersection of Pearl River, Xingning River and Yaojiang River. Seeing no way out, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this situation, Yang called for help. After appeasing the rebels and the people of Enze, it was named "Huang Yao" because there were many local Huang surnames and Yao surnames.

Watt's improved steam engine has already become a masterpiece and entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era he blew left nothing but black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers and loneliness, anxiety and indifference of modern people. Huangyao ancient town, like an oriental classical phantom, is traditional and clean. It has been silent for thousands of years and has been inheriting its simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the peaceful land of Huang Yao and felt her charm and massiness, more than half a century has passed since Ou Yangyuqian led the members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform anti-Japanese war programs such as "Singing Girl under Iron Shoes", "Put Down Your Whip" and "Question and Answer of Lugouqiao". Although the crowd on the ancient stage of Huangyao has stopped, the gongs and drums have stopped, but the carved beams and painted buildings on both sides of the stage and the Qingshiban Road under the stage are still telling the story of the Vulcan bird "Fang Bi" to the past tourists. According to legend, Bi Guifang is a god bird that feeds on fire. Where she appears, there must be a fire. However, because of his lust for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, he became a human being and married into the homes of ordinary people, which subsequently brought a heavy disaster to Huang Yao. Although Fang Bi, who is kind by nature, has recovered her original shape and put out the fire with the help of similar people, she still blames herself, her friends and neighbors in the face of such natural disasters. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to give some compensation to the local people before leaving. So, day after day, year after year, she spent more than 20 spring and autumn periods, paving the way for local people to build houses with wood and stones. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and eight lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of green slate.

Today, we are walking in the streets of Huangyao ancient town, stepping on the blue-and-white slate paved by Fang Bi for more than 20 years. What reason do we have to hurry and not slow down? Is there any excuse not to hurt your heart because of your own mistakes, or even go your own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges, the flowing people and the bluestone alleys in the green hills all greet the arrival of modern urbanites with a classical but open attitude, just to wash away the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with a natural and simple attitude, is still silent, excluding the interference of everything in the world. The Qingshiban Road in the ancient town, with a heavy feeling of gratitude, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities and bringing infinite impact to our vision and mind. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuang and a series of other cultural celebrities have left their outstanding footprints on the Qingshi Road in this Millennium ancient town. In this late spring season, I am fortunate to follow in the footsteps of these celebrities and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It's my great honor!

Walk past Huang Yao and keep your heart.

Chen Wei, Literature and Art of College of Liberal Arts

The drizzle in southern China, wrapped in a smoky wind, quietly conveyed the news of summer to people's ears. At the turn of spring and summer, a group of young people drove into Huangyao Ancient Town, Zhaoping County, Hezhou, Guangxi. Their arrival was warmly received by the government department of Zhaoping County, and the local tourism company also promised free sightseeing, which really made this group of tourists from afar feel very comfortable. After all, there are two purposes of their trip: one is to explore the novel A Rose Without Belonging, and the other is to pursue the charm of this Millennium-old town. After the inn stopped, some of them forgot the darkness and insisted on experiencing the unique charm of this ancient town first. However, most of them still hide in a pub and eat local specialties.

The food on the table can be said to be rustic, as if it had just been served from the farm field, which can not help but remind people of "My little brother smells my sister and sharpens his knife to pigs and sheep" in Mulan Ci. Shopkeepers put their signature dishes on the table and let a group of people enjoy the delicious food with obvious fragrance slowly. There are well-known lobster sauce in Zhaoping county, so there are naturally lobster sauce dishes on the table, such as lobster sauce fish and lobster sauce ribs. Fish and ribs are often eaten, but if cooked with lobster sauce, the taste is very different. Strangely, several young people choose lobster sauce, so it is not impossible that lobster sauce is better than meat. The shopkeeper said that the food and wine here are more fragrant than other places, mainly because the water quality is better. Think about it, too. In this ancient rural town far from downtown, it is really the well-being of the local people to have such a refreshing spring water precipitated by natural mountains and rivers. Where the water is good, the wine is naturally mellow. Sour plum wine looks attractive in a big jar. Shopkeepers use flagons, each table with a pot, and you can drink whatever you want. After tasting the sour plum wine, it seems that I can still remember the taste of sour plum, but it is rich and sweet in my mouth, without fear, and I want to drink more. Sour plum wine is not spicy, but more fragrant and crisp. After three rounds of wine, the store brought another kind of aged wine, called Nianzi wine. This wine is dark red and slightly sweet. The drinkers on the table mistakenly thought it was tea, and they still argued endlessly, so they had to try to exchange it. I didn't think there was something better hidden here. These wines are not good to drink, because they are aged at home, so they are not very strong and have the effect of strengthening the body. Although not as famous as those famous wines, isn't it more desirable to have such a small wine in such an antique town?

Walking into the ancient town scenic spot is the next morning, "the rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings." The wind here seems invisible, but the thick clouds in the sky clearly tell tourists that there will be heavy rain in the near future. Fortunately, at this time, it was just some rain stars stroking the guests' faces. The weather in the south is mostly like this in spring, rainy and humid. If there is not such abundant rain, who will wash the dust on the slate road? Who will give those seedlings a chance to grow? Therefore, rain is always closely related to the life of southerners. Along the Qingshiban Road, we walked into this ancient town. According to reports, this town is arranged according to the Eight Diagrams Array, and it is easy to get lost without guidance. It can be seen that people's awareness of self-protection has been very strong long ago, and it is precisely because of this closeness that this ancient town has been preserved to this day.

The paths in the ancient town are paved with stone slabs, winding and extending vertically and horizontally, shuttling through the town, giving people the feeling of walking a maze. There is a drain under these slates. When it rains, the rain will drip into the passage from the crevices to ensure that there is no water on the road surface and pedestrians can still come and go. Now, you can still see the plaques and banners of those shops in the past. The plaque is still the original style, but the goods sold inside have been unconsciously replaced by our tastes today. There are lobster sauce, Chili sauce and dried radish, lobster sauce is two yuan a pack and Chili sauce is ten yuan a can. It's really genuine, good and not expensive, and I don't know how much compared with the current merchants. There are some antiques and local handicrafts. There is a small shop called "Ji Gu Pawnshop", which displays all kinds of antiques, vaguely recording the life history of local people for hundreds of years, including silver ornaments, bronze sculptures, pipes, sabers and so on. The past years are vivid in my mind. On the wooden windows of some shops, there are still fist-sized round holes. It is said that this is a trading channel made in the past to prevent bandits, and the tradition of paying with one hand and delivering with the other has always been retained here. Merchants can see the face of the ticket holder through the round hole to determine his identity, which greatly reduces the danger of being robbed. At that time when the world was not peaceful, it was difficult to make a living, let alone do business.

Passing through anrakuji, I met a child of seven or eight years old. He sat on the stone pier in front of the temple, barefoot, a little dirty, wearing a big sweater and a purple coat, with cotton trousers under it, which is completely unlike summer clothes, but his face is innocent, his eyes are shining and he always smiles at tourists. Every time a tourist passes by him, he will suddenly stand up and poke the shoulder or waist of the tourist, making the tourist feel like a madman and avoid him. Unfortunately, however, the child took a fancy to one of our group and fought with him endlessly. In this way, this child, whom we call "sharp little brother", accompanied us to swim all the way. He lay on the cool chair by the pavilion for a while, crossing his legs, and then jumped up and down, making some unusual moves to attract our attention. He didn't answer when asked his name, but when some people begging for money appeared on the roadside, he would guide us around. He confused us and didn't know whether it was true or not. He knew all the stories of this ancient town, and before the tour guide introduced every scenic spot, he naughtily unveiled the suspense set by the tour guide for us. At the end of the exit of the ancient town, our partner bought him two yuan of grilled fish. He got it and turned around and ran.

Next to the stage outside the ancient town, we met this little sharp brother again. He smiled and said, "That fish is delicious." This is his greatest satisfaction! Seeing that a child as old as him actually snatched food from tourists, we couldn't help but sigh: Brother Sharp is wise! He used his own actions to make us willing to buy something as a souvenir for him, and even felt that it was impossible not to buy it. Although there are not many things, for him, it is undoubtedly like a little match girl seeing a cake in the window, which makes him aftertaste for a long time. It can be seen that he is familiar with this place. He looks like a beggar, but he doesn't ask tourists for money. Instead, he helps tourists avoid being followed by those who ask for money. He used unusual behavior to cover up his sober mind. I learned from the neighbors that he is an orphan, and now only his grandfather takes care of him, which is why he wanders around the town like this. His companions envy his freedom and carefree, but how many hardships will this freedom bear?

We saw many five-guarantee households hanging in front of their homes in the town. They have their own sufferings and destinies, such as poverty caused by illness and poverty caused by disability. The situation here is in sharp contrast with the beautiful scenery. There are few mature men in the town, and most of them go out to work, leaving women, the elderly and children to live a seemingly idyllic life at home. It is precisely because this town has not been developed that it can be preserved so well, but the living conditions of local residents are getting farther and farther away from the bustling city. The spring breeze of reform will make the city's high-rise buildings higher and higher, and it will also turn the countryside into a holiday paradise for urbanites. But how can this psychological shadow caused by people be eliminated? City people yearn for a quiet and leisurely life in the countryside, while rural people yearn for the city. Who will adjust this anxiety and peace of mind between two people's lives? We want to see quaint towns and villages, but we don't want to see the miserable life of the villagers. Maybe we can live up to those simple villagers by complaining less. As for these sufferings, it is never said that anyone can pay for them. I believe that the people of the ancient town will be happy tomorrow. At the ancient gate, firmly establish the spiritual quality of the ancient town people.

At the end of the account, I still remembered Brother Sharp. I hope he can get the blessing of Buddha when he walks in front of Anle Temple, so that happiness will stay forever, and his tomorrow will be sunny!

Huangyao guniang

Aesthetics Shen Hailong

Spring is a beautiful season, and this spring is reluctant to leave. But she has no mouth, no ears and no skin. She only looked at me with one eye open, slowly consuming her inner light and impulse in the noise of the 23-year-old city. If you ignore me, I will come to you. I stayed at a beautiful girl's house that night. I am deeply in love with spring. I licked her tears from the sky. I hugged her for a long time and didn't want to leave. She has the charm of spring, every inch of skin is so smooth and condensed, her waist is so charming, and her beautiful face lingers in front of my eyes for a long time. As soon as I hugged her, the smell of her body fascinated me, and the crying she brought from the depths of her spirit left tears in my whole tired body. My shrinking desire is swaying in the trickle with the dense fog.

As usual, there was a storm in the hotel. The difference is that after that meal, I found that I was cleaning up our stomachs. It's a home-cooked dish cooked by Huang Yao, a nine-way girl, plus plum wine brewed by Huang Yao. At first, I sat around a table intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for the waiter to serve food, rice and wine. First, a small pot of plum wine was served. White porcelain cup of earth yellow wine, everyone sat bored and touched the cup. Slightly sweet, slightly astringent, more than ten degrees, refreshing throat, not strong with local wine, laughing like a fifteen-year-old girl kissing me at the age of fifteen. I said, brother, have another drink. It feels good. The dishes are all set, not much, just nine dishes and a table full of people. Boiled chicken in a pot, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, stuffed tofu in a bowl, medlar and egg soup, fried beef with green pepper, and so on. Cantonese food is very common. Miss Huang Yao's chicken raised by Xiaomi is cooked. Not as thick as chicken, but the meat is sweet. I want to eat a pot, but a few pieces are not greasy. I want to ask the boss to kill another chicken, because the chicken pot is empty at once. I asked the girls around me, aren't you afraid of being fat? She said it was delicious, really. I said you were delicious and reserved, in front of us boys. She said, Oh, I forgot, then you can eat other dishes, which you haven't tasted, just like eating fruit. You can only drink plum wine. After a few glasses of plum wine, my decadent desire is slowly dissolving, like a river on the edge of a town, buzzing in summer. No wonder Zhang Ailing said that conquering men through the stomach.

After arriving at the restaurant, Liao Dao said, let's go and see the night view of Huang Yao now. It tastes different. Our younger generations followed suit. Under the dim street lamp, the phoenix bamboo on the roadside kissed the noisy river wearily and swayed. Walking into a dark alley, no street lights, no passers-by, like a thief. Occasionally, local dogs will run out like a group of patrolmen, which makes people a little scared. The grandmother in front of the high threshold is embroidering the soles of shoes, squinting at this group of well-dressed thieves wandering in the deep arms of Miss Huang Yao. I went in and asked the people next to me, where is the east and where is the west? They don't know either. Huang Chengcheng's lanterns are hanging high, and some dogs are smiling at us in a remote alley. Qingshi Road is clear, whether it rains during the day or the weather is wet here, the ambiguity of lanterns blurs the distance of thousands of years. The ancient factors in your body will collide in it, your stomach will roll, your hands and feet will be dull, but your brain will be light. I looked at the local dog and touched its head with my hand. The girl next to me shouted for me to let go quickly. I said I'm not afraid. This dog belongs to my family, and is owned by Miss Huang Yao.

Sometimes I want her to be my wife, so the two of us wander in the clouds without the noise of the day. The decadent desire that I was provoked by her that night kept erupting in my heart, just like her moaning, which made me unable to keep it. It's just a short time, and I have to leave there again, looking back for a long time and remembering every time.