Love at first sight and make friends.

"When you first meet a gentleman, you will feel like an old friend.". I'm afraid this sentence is no longer appropriate to describe the situation on April 12. On that day, more than 20 literary friends and I, under the banner of Hedong Literature Collection Group, headed for Xiaxian County, where I had never been.

I hurried to the starting assembly point. A dozen people gathered in the yard, and they were talking enthusiastically. They hardly knew each other at first sight. Worried about loneliness, I decided not to go any further, and I could only get on the carriage when I started. At this time, the editor-in-chief Liang, who had met once, found me and waved at a distance. So, step by step. The enthusiasm of my literary friends quickly ignited me, and I soon knew most of them. Like old friends we haven't seen for years, we can't get enough of each other's eager chitchat.

As soon as I got on the bus, Teacher Zhang Bingmei rushed over. As soon as she saw me, she asked me, "Teacher Ren, do you know me?" "Know ..." Want to say more, there is a strike up a conversation. I wonder if anyone else has seen her. Anyway, we just saw each other's photos in the brief introduction at the back of each other's articles. When I first met, I seemed to be an old acquaintance I haven't seen for a long time!

After entering the carriage, the same seat, the adjacent seat and the front and rear seats naturally form a relatively closed-loop conversation field. It may not matter what you talk about or laugh at, but it is important to be relaxed, intimate and happy as a family. At the suggestion of old writers Liu Suoai, Zhang Junyao and others, Editor Liang solemnly introduced the situation of Friends of Literature, and Mr. Wei Huiquan, the organizer of this event, briefly explained the characteristics and attractions of the trip. Soon, a car full of people merged into a "chorus". What did you say? What did I say? I spit out my beautiful feelings and freely expressed my happiness. ...

After learning that Dong Chaoke, the president of the Municipal Intermediate People's Court who sat with me, wrote a book "Reading in the Rain" in just two years, I exclaimed: "How can I finish it in just two years?" "Dean Dong spoke unreservedly about his creative experience, which benefited me a lot. Finally, he promised to give me a copy, which made me overjoyed. If it is predestined friends, even if we meet for the first time, there are not enough topics to talk about, and there are endless treasures!

The car quickly drove into the four corners of the mountain and arrived at the first stop of this collection-Houminjin Tea Garden. This is a scenic spot in Wang Jiahe Village, which integrates tea production, sightseeing and health care.

Under the personal leadership of Ms. Chen, the person in charge of the tea garden, the group visited the modern processing workshop and the tea field covering an area of 500 mu, listened to the explanation and increased their knowledge. Later, in the elegant tea room with elegant layout and splendid calligraphy and painting, the host and guest gathered together, enjoying tea, laughing and talking. Wang Hongbo, a literary friend, improvised a poem "You Jin Tea Garden";

The garden is full and the top of the mountain is cool.

Laughter broke the silence and the willow turned red.

The tender tip is full of fragrance all year round.

Tea tastes sweet and the soil is thick and the people are thick.

Although I am not interested in tea, I am deeply touched by what I have seen: tea originally produced in the south of the Yangtze River can be successfully cultivated in the north and moved to the west. The better the quality, the more you need the painstaking exploration and blood and tears of entrepreneurs. Shanxi is big and Zhongtiao Mountain is deep. The magic thing is that only the four corners, a kind of high mountain and concave land, can gather the essence of harmony between heaven and earth, grasp Zhong Ling where the four rivers meet, and make it the fruit of thick folk tea!

It is no wonder that in this seemingly ordinary ravine, a tea emblem with purple buds, a peach blossom that blooms late, several unsuitable Tian Tong trees, two antique houses, several blooming safflower trees, several villagers who are planting corn, lush shrubs and tea trees, and even a kind of tea similar to pine nuts have aroused everyone's warm exclamation and great interest: take a group photo and then take a group photo and then discuss it.

If the first stop after the people's gold tea is the magic of making friends created by human beings, then the second stop on the Taikuan River is the magic of its name, legend and natural axe carver.

From Sijiao Street to the southeast, there is a winding road down the mountain, which only allows a half-width bus to pass. It took us more than an hour to walk 40 miles by car, and we arrived at Qian Miao Village, a small village by the Taikuan River deep in the mountains.

As soon as I got off the bus, I felt an ancient hometown atmosphere: adobe houses with a sense of time, stone courtyard walls, bluestone steps, stone mills in alleys, cowshed built in front of the door, neat firewood piles, a few safflower chickens creating food in the soil, villagers sitting at the door and two happy little girls riding bicycles ... formed a quiet, simple and lively mountain village map. Everyone seems to be in high spirits, either pulling weeds and picking up scalpers, or finding a place to take a photo, as if they were reliving their young life again. Mr Li Bo, the photographer, is very busy. After taking this photo, he must take more images of rural areas.

Everyone is still intoxicated with the appreciation of rare traditional villages. A literary friend shouted, "It's getting late. Get a bottle of water, decorate oranges and head for Black Dragon Pool!" " One by one, they gathered together, got what they needed and set off.

With the leader in front, I walked hundreds of meters, or the cement road. I can't help wondering, where is Taikuan River? The person next to him pointed to the stream by the road and said, here it is. I was shocked. Such a narrow current is not even a river, how can it be called too wide? Therefore, I think this trip must be brisk.

Soon, after walking through the cement road and a narrow valley and mountain stream, we caught up with two teachers, Ding Aimin and Li, who were resting in a wide area. Just as they were about to speak, two young people with bandages and sticks came across, and several people hurriedly asked. "I have to walk for an hour or two!" Panting, they walked back without looking up. Both Mr. Ding and Mr. Li were out of breath, and a dark cloud suddenly enveloped my mind, but I still insisted on moving forward with other companions.

Teacher Zhang Junyao, a colleague, looked full of energy and high spirits, so I asked, aren't you tired? Teacher Zhang replied that he usually lacks exercise, so he should have a rest at this time. Today can be ... while speaking, he has come to a place where he is suddenly enlightened. Not far away, I saw a lush forest and wide rivers, flat fields and blooming rape flowers in Huang Cancan. Several white cows nearby were walking back and forth leisurely, gnawing weeds on the ground ... It was completely different from the scene when Gan just entered the valley, as if he had entered the legendary Xanadu. At the suggestion of Editor Liang, we left a photo of Zhang Zhengui here with joy.

After a short stay, we walked on. Suddenly the valley closed, the river increased, the stone road narrowed, and it was difficult to walk up and down, so that several literary friends began to walk down the aisle with wooden sticks. The deeper the mountain, the wider the water surface and the greater the current. Only then did I understand that it was too wide and I didn't deceive myself. The reason why she didn't show her true face was probably to encourage people to visit the Black Dragon Pool!

If we go further, we need to cross the river from time to time. Some female compatriots are timid and have a bad sense of balance. Male compatriots are helping to see me off, paving the way and taking care of them, so we have to tide over the difficulties together. While marching forward in frustration and hope, Liu Suoai and other three teachers came back. Asked if he had arrived, he replied: there is a river blocking the way about three meters ahead. Only one log is supported on it. After several attempts, he failed to get through and returned. Four teachers, Huiquan, Dong Mingji, He Jingmin and Wang Jun, and I decided to have a challenge together, and soon we got to the place they said.

It seems that it didn't take much effort. We all went through it one after another. Looking back, I saw several literary friends waving "back" in the distance. While hesitating, I saw Mr. Wei leading the way, and said firmly as he walked, once we come, can we not see the Black Dragon Pool? So, I quickly waved to the distance.

On a rocky road, we met two teachers, Dong Chaoke and others, who have returned smoothly. We are more confident and faster. Soon, he came to the legendary Black Dragon Pool. Thinking of the destination, Mr. Wei said, we can reach the bottom of Black Dragon Pool through the cave above. So, a group of people lowered their heads, carefully avoided the spring water on the ground and the collapsed dark pit, and groped their way in. When I felt that I was about to drill out, I suddenly heard Mr. Wei sigh in front. "Alas, the water is too deep to pass." Therefore, I resigned with great regret. In the meantime, I only heard Mr. Wei sigh: If only there were rain boots. ...

Although there is a trace of regret, we are still standing on the top of the Black Dragon Pool excitedly, braving the strong wind and proudly stretching the banner of "Hedong Literature Collection Group"!

After the ceremony, several people stood and stared at the spectacular scene of "a white practice falling into a deep pool and a thousand springs falling from the sky", and their hearts could not help rolling. At this time, three or five Pinglu people under the pool are also paying attention. what do you think?

When I came back, Mr. He Jingmin and I were behind, and we were able to understand some of his achievements and experiences in creation. What impressed him most was that he felt that every article he wrote was equivalent to carefully replaying and filtering what he had done and experienced in his mind. This is really an experience!

On the way home by car, a red sun slowly sets in the mountains. Teacher Yunhe, who sat behind him, repeatedly said with emotion: "The sunset in the mountains is different from that on the ground. She hid it bit by bit. Look, it's beautiful ... "Perhaps because of the usual customs and many fetters, she was nourished, healed and enlightened by clouds and water in today's mountains. She said with deep feelings," I like the meditation of clouds and water best. " At that time, I didn't know much about this word, so I replied, "Is this a word made up by yourself or ..." While we were having a heated discussion, my classmate Dong Chaoke had already read out the explanation about Du Niang. As soon as I heard the word "wandering", I was anxious to say to Mr. Yunhe, no, no ... Now think about how stupid, shallow and impetuous I was!

These days after I came back, I learned that Sijiaohouminjincha is a key enterprise to implement the rural revitalization strategy. There are many magical legends and stories in the Black Dragon Pool on the Taikuan River, especially the story that Mrs. Wei taught Wang Xizhi to practice calligraphy, understood the mystery of strokes and wrote the calligraphy monograph "Stroke Map", which fascinated me. Thinking of the deep mountains and forests where Jia and other revolutionary ancestors fought, I feel more and more that the magic of making friends can't be discovered at once. I hope we can meet again!

In addition, the literary and art friends' love at first sight, sincere communication, friendship and mutual assistance, and the bright red, inspiring, cohesive and responsible banner of literature and art have also been deeply imprinted in my heart through this solicitation activity.

Finally, the first two sentences of the seven-method speech written by Hu Hongbin, a post-90 s cutting-edge writer, in Jiangdong are the end:

Hedong origin strangers, Wen Xin Diao Long tells secret love.

Drunk singing, drinking tea and watching Lanting.