Please tell me your impression of dialogue.

Jeanie Zhang

The impression of Baiyangdian has always stayed in the Lotus Lake written by Mr. Sun Li, the half-baked words in Chinese textbooks and the memories of childhood books. I often listen to the story of Baiyangdian told by my ancestors, the river flowing in front of the village, the children fishing in the river with their trouser legs rolled up, and the strong accent of Hebei Anxin. Every time I hear it, I have a lingering yearning. Grandpa still doesn't eat fish. Even if he buys fresh seafood at home on holidays, he never eats a bite. Just because I grew up eating river fish from Baiyangdian when I was a child, whenever the river overflowed and there were fish and shrimp everywhere, farmers used it to satisfy their hunger. For them, it was a hard and poor time, unforgettable and full of five flavors.

In my impression, the water surface of Baiyangdian Lake is just a narrow and shallow ditch. Heavy wooden boats are struggling to shuttle through the water surface in the reed jungle, and you can reach out and touch the reed leaves on both sides. Today, many years later, I once again came to Baiyangdian as an indigenous person, feeling the poetry of reeds swaying and residual lotus listening to the rain, listening to the horn of motorboats from far and near, and the sound of sculling across the water, and the tourists on the passing boats shouted the unique spoken language of local fishermen to say hello to each other. ...

At dusk, Baiyangdian is far, wide and quiet. The afterglow of the sunset is reflected on the river, and the warm orange is shining in the sparkling waterline. The reeds in the autumn wind hang their ears, whispering about the fatigue of the day, a pool of residual lotus, three or two fishing boats and scattered people. The small bridge paved with wooden boards extends to the pavilion in the distance. The old man is crossing a delicate fisherman, and several cormorants are standing leisurely at the bow. The couple cleaning fishing nets are laughing and talking about a hard day's work ... everything is so quiet that people forget. This used to be the stage of revolutionary guerrilla warfare. How many "Xiang Yan teams" have crossed the endless reeds?

The water attic on the leisure island is where we stay. Pushing open the window is a large lotus pond. In the silent night, we listened to the frogs in the pond and fell asleep with the faint fragrance of lotus leaves. In our dreams, we can even see the lotus in full bloom. In the early morning, the fog on the water is very heavy, and only the outline of the nearby residual load can be vaguely seen. In the misty fog, I can't tell where the sky is and where the lake is. It is a hazy milky white, as if I had a drunken dream last night and didn't wake up.

Lotus, reed and lotus are the main colors of Baiyangdian Cultural Park. Reed is not only a unique local scenery, but also a "three treasures" used to weave reed mats, wrap palm leaves and tie brooms. Reed rhizome and cattail stick are good medicinal materials. Unfortunately, most of the lotus flowers in autumn have been damaged, and only the water lilies that are faintly visible have surfaced, as well as lotus seeds and water chestnuts that are sold by vendors on the shore. Stay in the lotus and listen to the rain. This poem is novel, but a little cold. Otherwise, the 3,000-mu lotus garden is set off by reeds everywhere. Under the lotus leaf field, how elegant it would be to pick a few lotus flowers with dewdrops and put them in bottles.

"Since ancient times, Baiyang Jiujiang has been connected, and the willows on the banks of thousands of miles contain smoke. The wind is full of enthusiasm, and my eyes are tired. " Singing the poems left by the ancients to bid farewell to Baiyangdian, I am reluctant to give up. I hope that when I come to my hometown next year, the lotus will be red, the reed will be green and the willow will be green.