Water Level Even, Fragrant Road/Wei Lili
Watery flat lake, fragrant road/Wei Lili
The hometown has built a scenic spot of 100 acres of wildflowers in Baifeng Lake, and it's now in its third year. I was fortunate to witness her beauty just last year before the National Day, after a rainstorm.
I've seen countless photos of 100 acres of wildflowers, both mobile phone snapshots and aerial shots. I've imagined her countless times, but it's far more gratifying to see her in person. Right now, I desperately want to share, to share the beauty of my hometown and my inner joy. The milkweed is a little tired, the calendula is full of spirit, the purple-leaved wild grasses don't care about autumn, but they still bloom vigorously. However, it cannot be denied that this seasonal prosperity is nearing its end. But even the ending is beautiful beyond description!
After the rain, there weren't many tourists, and the little path among the flowers was a bit slippery. The wind blew from the distant mountains, passing over Baifeng Lake, across the wildflower sea, and onto my face, seeping into my throat. Free! Truly free. In this world, there is no place where I can feel this free. Suddenly, I remembered a Shaanxi-born writer who told me once that his ultimate goal in life was to retire to the Qinling Mountains and focus on writing. In fact, he hasn't been able to give up the prosperity of Shanghai for years. He's currently listening to the sound of the paddle steamer passing by on the Huangpu River.
At this time, a group of middle-aged people with local accents passed by. I felt very familiar. If I were in a foreign land, I would definitely approach them and introduce myself, because in a foreign land, it's rare to hear this familiar accent. But now I can't, they will laugh at me. Walking along the way, I heard them say that this 100 acres of wildflowers should be planted with more peonies to enhance the texture of the wildflower sea. 'Look, peonies are on the opposite mountain, they should bloom in the next spring.' I couldn't resist boasting anyway.
The end of the road is Baifeng Lake. The lake water is clear and the water grass sways gently. Looking around, this lake of the clear River water is the most familiar. She took away so many beautiful memories, leaving gravel and human warmth. Suddenly, a fish jumped out of the water, stood upright, and then plunged back in. A circle of ripples spread out, swaying in the wind. At this time, there was a song echoing in the wildflower sea. It was a group of young girls singing an ancient folk song: 'The crooked wall, drifting, I'm going to my grandmother's house to go around once, my grandmother laughed when she saw her, my aunt laughed when she saw her, my aunt's aunt shouldn't look, which child doesn't have an uncle, which mountain doesn't have a stone, which river water doesn't flow…
Pleasure broadens people's desires. If I take a fish back, if I continue to walk along this riverbank to seek something I haven't understood before. Although born and raised here, I am still ignorant of many things about her. For example, the submerged ancient town of Lingting under the lake, such as the sound of guns fired in the Battle of Shangju, which achieved a decisive victory. This is the bedrock of the 100 acres of wildflower sea, the natural genes of the clear River. By the way, I suddenly remembered something. It was about the early 1990s, a cool summer evening, my father was picking water in Baiguan Bay and happened to meet a young couple driving by to enjoy the scenery. The car got stuck in the marshy ground next to the road. They were obviously from outside, they didn't know the characteristics of the clear River. My father and the young man used all their strength to push the car, and the young girl stood quietly to the side, the evening wind stroked her beautiful dress. Layer upon layer of waves spread from far to near, rhythmically beating against the riverbank, biting into this ridiculous summer night. It took a while to move the car, and it quickly drove away, leaving a faint fragrance on the riverbank.
While strolling through this 100 acres of wildflower sea, a flower suddenly blocked my way. I had never seen it before, but it felt so familiar, so frustrating that I couldn't help but be annoyed, and couldn't stop. Fortunately, it is a moment of self-recognition in life. Or the fearless of the milkweed, the persistent of the calendula, the bewildering of the purple-leaved wild grasses, or the passionate of the golden chrysanthemum… Can anyone deny the unrestrained youth, question the greasy middle age? It's ultimately just a, cultivating water full of flat lake, fragrant road!
