Third-line Chronicle (7) The Grand Canal of Beauty, Tenderness, Vicissitudes and Tears

Third-line Chronicle (7) The Grand Canal of Beauty, Tenderness, Vicissitudes and Tears

The ancient Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal came down from Weishan Lake, like a pure and beautiful village girl, twisting her graceful waist, taking light steps, spilling cheerful laughter all the way, circling the northeast of Xuzhou, swinging big braid, winding all the way to the east and south, stringing Hongze Lake, gaoyou lake, Roman Lake and Yanghe River. Like a girl in love, with a full face of happiness and excitement, full of thoughts and sweet words, she shyly and eagerly threw herself into her boyfriend's arms.

Regarding the Grand Canal, CCTV has produced and broadcast a series of feature films about the Canal, and friends can also visit Baidu. Here, I want to talk about the Xuzhou section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

I learned from the Internet that the Grand Canal from Weishan Lake to Suqian County, Jiangsu Province is called Lixia Canal, but I remember that this section of the canal in Xuzhou is called Lixia River.

This section of the canal is beautiful, gentle, quiet and smooth. Whether it is spring breeze and autumn rain, or hot summer and winter, the banks of the canal will always be lush and full of vitality. On the riverbank are burning peach trees, and under the riverbanks on both sides are green locust trees. In February and March, peach blossoms are in full bloom, pink and bright, like a girl's smile, like a beautiful woman's skirt, holding up the vigorous spring of travelers; In May, the Sophora japonica bloomed, and the rich, fragrant and unique floral fragrance surged on the river, flowing and blooming on the waves, which was refreshing and intoxicating; There is also that bamboo forest, like a group of graceful saints and a group of frightened birds, standing by the river, squinting at the clear waves, sweeping the clouds, smiling, shy and angry, which can hardly be said. There is no ice in winter, but it looks rough and there is no danger of suffering; Summer is not brilliant, there is a mighty mind, and there is no flooding disaster.

You can walk on both sides of the canal at any time. Soft soil has left your footprints shallowly. The warm sunshine shines on the body, warm and lazy. Listening to the flowing water in Ming Che, I laughed at my feet. The waves aroused by the fish wet your thoughts and evoke your memories; Sometimes, a solitary sail floats into your sight, graceful and foggy, and you will feel that you have entered a mirage, which is both illusory and within your reach; Peach blossoms gently caress your face, just like the delicate fragrance of a girl passing by, making your heart flutter; In the locust tree forest under the shade, birds are singing, and their hearts are full of joy, throwing a deep affection to the secluded place in the forest; In the quiet bamboo forest, you will travel through history and travel with ancient sages and sages, and you can't help singing: bamboo is inseparable, and bamboo is vulgar. Seven sages in the past, the forest is full of * * *. You will be elegant, you will be elegant, you will be holy, you will sublimate ... 1976 in March, I once wrote a poem describing the spring of the canal-peach trees are fresh in March, and the canal water reflects the blue sky. The grass looks particularly green from a distance, and the sun warms the shirt like fire.

Even in the midsummer flood season, the smooth Grand Canal is still so quiet, leisurely, calm and flowing. Never fish in troubled waters, grab roads in stormy waters, flood or harm the village. At this time, the Grand Canal is like a mature woman, plump, affectionate, tolerant, kind and abundant, and the river is sparkling, just like a woman's abundant milk, which indicates an intoxicating year. After chasing the flood, the People's Liberation Army pontoon troops came to practice, and we stood at the bow to dive; The fat fish attracted fishing boats; All kinds of barges and tugboats, carrying coal and rice, go north to Weishan and south to Jianghuai; Under the scorching sun, we spread a mat in the shade, killed watermelons, drank and punched. The loser will go downstream and push the winner around with tires. The ancient Grand Canal is full of laughter, exuding happiness, massaging fatigue, washing pain, weaving dreams and urging longing, whether it is day or night, whether it is full moon or lack of moon. ...

I remember one afternoon, sitting on the ferry, looking at a ferry upstream, I could vaguely see people coming and going. I thought I could swim there in two hours. So, my partner and I made a bet that the money was wine. I jumped into the water and went upstream. Poor one meter eight, holding my clothes, walked through the peach grove. Friends who didn't know the situation might think it was wearing flowers and brushing willows, which was not shallow and romantic. Actually, it is not. Peach trees are only over one person tall, so you can just stroll around and enjoy them. If you walk in it, the branches will hit you in the face, but it's not very romantic. I can breaststroke, backstroke, crawl and dive for a while. I swam across the Japanese-built coal wharf and the small harbor where fishermen made a fire to cook. Seeing that it was getting late, I looked up and saw that the ferry was still so far away. He shouted on the shore: it's time! I shouted in the river: I give up, swim with me for a while and I'll see how far it is. I swam for another two hours and looked up. What happened? It's still that far. What's more, things on the water are affected by refraction and the distance is wrong. Oh, I see, no wonder there is a mirage, that is, light refraction. I went ashore, got dressed, and he got into the water again, covered in sweat. We both went back to drink water. Those guys at home are still waiting for us.

It was a time of suffering, and the vicissitudes of life, like the ancient canal and the people of the whole country, experienced the deepest suffering in the history of China. Southern Shandong in the upper reaches, northern Jiangsu and Anhui in the lower reaches are all the hardest hit areas of the Cultural Revolution, forcing good people to die, escape and drag out an ignoble existence. Many people who fish and work on the canal are like this. It can be said that in those years, the blood and tears of the suffering people also flowed in the Grand Canal. According to the stories of those people, after I came back from the third line, I wrote a narrative poem "The Season of Sophora japonica", which was also a souvenir I experienced by the Grand Canal.

In those years, on this ancient canal,

There is such a sad and touching love story. ...

introduce

Sophora japonica is fragrant all over the river,

Miss Sophora japonica is sitting by the river.

Cry, don't go,

You can see Weishanlang when you come?

The waves smiled and told the girl,

Brother Lang has come to pick up the girl.

( 1)

I remember the fragrance of Sophora japonica that year,

Brother Weishan came to this town.

Ragged and haggard,

A pair of paddles with a single umbrella cover.

A pair of paddles, a man,

Spend time alone.

Cast a net and walk on the river during the day,

Busy before lighting the stove at night.

Get the fish to the market,

Buy food with money.

Weishanlang, how hard is it?

A storm is like a shuttle on a canal.

Sophora japonica was originally a canal girl,

A cheerful and generous person.

Draw distant mountains with green eyebrows,

The tassels in both eyes fell in waves.

How many people, Miss Qu,

Just come and take a few trips if you have nothing to do.

This girl is as light as a swift,

The ship is busy crossing the river.

Ever since Yu Lang came to this town,

A question mark hangs in my mind:

This man, unusual,

Come on, go, go.

(2)

When the canal began to rise,

A motorized sailboat is sailing on muddy waves.

Turbid waves came to the boat and shook,

Brother Weishan panicked.

Panic in my heart, regardless of shame,

I had to go ashore to beg a girl.

"Elder sister, you and I meet by chance,

A river goes its own way.

Now, Yu Lang, I was killed,

I hope my sister can help me.

I go ashore, you go into the cabin,

You answer someone's question. "

Angry,

The girl jumped on the bow.

Pull up the mast and go against the current,

Almost hit the boathouse.

Cheng Yan was angry, Liu Mei was young,

Shoot each other angrily twice.

"hmm? This ship is too familiar,

Is this Koo-o Yamaro? "

Say two people out loud,

The drake cavity in front of the head:

"Ask that girl, you know,

Where is the owner of this ship? "

"Can two orders have beads?

Bow is not my girl?

Walking on the boat river,

How many canal waves have been razed to the ground

Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense,

You two have nothing to say. Let it go.

"We are Weishan Lakers.

This trip is designed for Weishanlang.

Just because he betrayed Dazhai,

Put in prison by our dictatorship.

Who knows that the fish broke the net,

He escaped from prison and wandered around. "

"Oh, girl, I can hear you clearly.

So you're busy arresting people.

When the canal rises at night,

Dare to enter the Yangtze River?

Come on, guys, come on,

Suzhou and Hangzhou in the current situation. "

An engine room inlet machine,

Staring at the mast.

"Call girl, you walk slowly,

There is a small matter to discuss.

This ship, so familiar,

Did you hide the prisoner? "

When a girl smiles,

Put down the oars and say:

"Unless you are old-fashioned,

Can't tell yin from yang during the day?

What is the basis? What is the basis?

Make a hullabaloo about without evidence

"This ship is my daughter's,

This racket is my girlfriend's racket.

As soon as the sail is hung, it is sewn by hand.

There are more than a dozen patches, large and small.

Ask white clouds, ask flowing water,

Both fish and birds know this girl. "

"Don't worry, you two.

Girl, I'm going to cast a net.

I'm going to the rivers and waves.

Be careful not to fill the intestines with fish. "

Good girl, raise your hand,

The boat flies away like an arrow.

(3)

The wind is thin and the rain is long.

My brother is sitting by the ferry.

Stroking the leaves of Sophora japonica and looking at the river,

Thank you very much, good girl.

Good girl, kind,

Wei Shanlang was saved in the disaster.

When the girl came back that day,

Get to the bottom of it and ask Weishanlang.

The young man scratched his head helplessly,

Evil History is about girls.

"Tell sister, don't be afraid,

I am innocent and wronged.

"Last year, the fishing village learned Dazhai,

Reclaim lakes for grain.

How many fishermen can farm?

Bows are used to standing on their feet.

Two hands, like a pestle,

The seedlings are inserted like snakes.

"Just because I said a word,

It is wrong to waste people and money.

Since then, it has become a counter-revolution.

Beaten several times and went to prison.

Refuse to fight or scold,

What is this dictatorship for?

"After midnight,

Break the window lattice and walk to the boat.

I know nothing about this family.

Wandering on the canal.

Nice to meet you, good girl,

Save Yu Lang's life. "

The girl's face is rosy,

Quickly smile check micro mountain lang:

"Brother, don't say that,

We have the same fate.

Because of the high parental composition,

Middle school doesn't want me to go back to China.

"My parents jumped into the canal,

My brother ran away from home in one breath.

The girls were left alone,

A man guards the canal.

People come and go during the day,

Parents crying by the river at midnight. "

There was a long silence, and the night was dark.

Yu Lang looked at the girl with tears in her eyes.

Young people are genuinely angry,

I wish I could catch the waves of the canal.

Two bitter melons and a vine,

A miserable night until dawn ...

The surging canal is a matchmaker,

Spend time together and help each other in the same boat.

A friend in need is a friend indeed,

The girl fell in love with Weishan Wolf.

The moon is short and round.

The leaves of Sophora japonica have been green and yellow for several years.

(4)

The smoke gathered and the fog dispersed, and the sun was shining.

The canal is clear and bright.

When it is the fragrance of Sophora japonica,

My brother is going back to his hometown.

Yesterday, I heard that,

My hometown is no longer what it used to be.

Weishan wolf is going back to his hometown,

The girl made Lang cry.

The two boats walked side by side,

Two people are sitting in the same boat.

Confident words are inexhaustible,

Into a wave of laughter.

Brother said, go back and write a letter,

Pick up the girl when the Sophora japonica blooms.

If a girl has low eyebrows and rosy cheeks,

Pick a Sophora flower for your lover.

Hope brother, write quickly,

Don't let your sister think all the time.

Looking back at the sky,

The girl rowed to surf.

Canoes are familiar with canal water,

It is too short to go home.

When people leave, the hut is empty.

From then on, tea is fragrant and rice is not fragrant.

(5)

Spring breeze and green trees on both sides,

Good news from Weishan, girl.

Once the unjust case is rehabilitated,

Second, divide the lake into households and get busy.

Third, let the girl guess-

Oh, the wedding room has been built.

The girl giggled after reading it.

Birds all over the sky sing together.

Tears of joy flowed into the canal,

Tears bloom on the waves.

A girl's heart, with wings,

Fly to Weishanlang.

End of movement

Sophora japonica is fragrant all over the river,

Miss Sophora japonica and other lovers.

Give a wave to my brother,

Pick a Sophora japonica and insert it.

The canal is fine silk,

Cut off a girl as a dowry.

Can't stop my heartbeat,

The girl looked up at the bank:

The horizon is thick with fog,

The mast is vaguely a lover.

The girl waved the paddle in her hand,

Cut waves like Sophora japonica on a boat. ...

Shengli Oilfield to Fushun 1977—— 1983

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