Luyang Lake should be the name of this land 500 years ago. Now her name is Lupotan, a white saline-alkali beach. People who live along the coast call her Yantan, and people outside the beach also call her "Yantan". The village style on both sides of Yantan is simple and the villagers are sincere, so "Yantan people" have a nickname-"salt melon seeds". If you want to know who the "salt melon seeds" in a group of people are, you don't need to ask at all, just look at their yellow teeth. People who grew up by the sea have a pair of unique dental fluorosis due to long-term drinking of fluoride-containing saline-alkali water. I grew up in a village called Tanzhaduan on the south bank of Lupotan, Zhang Qiao, Fuping, and I am a real beach person. Out of a small slope under the north gate of the village, to the seaside. The story I know about the beach is naturally the story of this beach at home. How Luyang Lake changed from a clear water to a barren beach is a very old thing, which has always been associated with legends. There are many legends about the disappearance of lakes, and Yangjue White Lake is just one version. What I want to believe most is a romantic and sad version. This legend began with the salt horn grass that can be seen everywhere on the beach. Salicornia bigelovii Torr also has a name called "Gracilaria lemaneiformis". It is said that this used to be a huge lake. On both sides of the Xiang Tao Strait, a lake of green lotus flowers looks like the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know when a black dragon came to the lake. The black dragon took a fancy to a beautiful girl by the lake and kept pestering her. Where is the girl willing to promise? Besides, he already has a sweetheart. When the black dragon saw that the girl refused, he often made waves and harmed his neighbors. In order to save the villagers and their love, the brave young people jumped into the lake without hesitation to fight the dragon and finally died together. After the girl knew it, she went to the lake by herself. Somehow, Luyang Lake has dried up since then. Only the dragon's beard turned into a beach full of asparagus. I don't know how many years have passed, and the silent Lubo Beach has become lively. This excitement stems from a temple built on a high platform in the middle of the beach. Because the temple is built on the beach, people call it Tan Li Temple. When was this temple built? The old people in the village can't tell the difference, except that the temple fair here was very lively before liberation. Every spring in March, Long Biqing and Ziyan whisper. Men and women came from all directions to catch the temple fair. They flocked to the temple, burning incense and worshipping Buddha, wishing to draw lots, and their hearts were as bright as the spring sunshine. More people came, some selling food and drink, and some playing social fire, which became a market. In the late 1950s, the temple became a labor camp in New China, and the temple fair was moved to Liuji Street on the west coast of the beach. To this day, the local people still refer to the fair held during the Spring Festival as Shangtanli Temple. The temple later disappeared in the heat wave of the Cultural Revolution. "Yantan people" don't burn or smash, and tear down the temple carefully. They use that removed brick and wood to build primary school classrooms. "Yantan people" may not realize that their act at that time inadvertently turned people's worship of Buddha into worship of knowledge. I haven't seen this temple with my own eyes. When I was a child, my friends often went to the ruins of temple ruins to pick up carved bricks to play with. I can only ride on a pair of stone lions polished by wind and rain in the sunset, thinking about the prosperity of the temple fair in the past; We can only guess the grandeur of the temple from the students' amazement at the thick beams in the classroom. Now, the pair of lions who once guarded the temple gate stood quietly in front of the Zhang Qiao Town Government, silently witnessing the vicissitudes of the world. The salt flats are barren, but they have also generously nourished generations along the coast. This is the salt flat, which produces salt naturally. This salt-making process is also very special, not drying, but boiling. The process of cooking salt is to put brine into a large-diameter flat-bottomed iron pot, heat it with strong fire and then cool it. The salt will deposit and condense at the bottom of the pot layer by layer, and finally form an inch-thick whole piece, which is yellowish brown and looks like a wooden pot cover used by people. Locals call the pot cover "pot plate", and this salt is called "pot plate salt". In the ancient river on the south side of the beach, there used to be a shallow water area more than ten feet wide all the year round, and a very thin reed grew in the water. Locals can weave mature reeds into baskets with twine twisted by themselves. Tare is a necessary material for local people to build tile houses. At the end of 1970s, the responsibility system was not implemented, and that reed was the property of the production team. In late autumn and early winter, everyone in the team should put on rain boots and collectively cut reeds in the cold water. Then pull it back with ox carts and pile it in the open space of the village, and then distribute it to every household by the team cadres. Throughout the winter, reed flowers are floating everywhere in the village. Every household is knitting a basket. After the thatch was built, people used carts to pull it to the market in Sufang and Xing Town, Pucheng. Although tall trees can't grow on the beach, Lycium barbarum can grow tenaciously on saline-alkali land. At that time, our primary school reclaimed a Lycium barbarum garden by the sea, which was about two or three acres big and had hundreds of Lycium barbarum trees. Every year when Lycium barbarum is ripe, all classes in our school take turns picking Lycium barbarum in the garden. In order not to let us eat, the teacher always said that it was sprayed with pesticides. At first, the children all
Follow the rules, but there are always a few bold people who steal to eat, and finally everyone follows suit. The taste of fresh Lycium barbarum is so sweet that I still can't forget it. The salt flats are desolate, but they also bring happiness to people. Frog is undoubtedly the best singer on the salt beach. In late spring, every evening, where the reeds just emerged from the water, frogs croak one after another. People who worked all day listened to the wonderful frogs croak and began to remember the harvest year. Experienced people can hear the weather changes from the frogs and arrange farm work in advance. The salt flats in summer are children's paradise. Many wild fish grow in the water on the beach. When herding sheep, friends fish or swim in the water in the alkali ditch. Fishing is when several children muddy the water and wait for the fish to surface for air. Swimming is when a group of boys take off their clothes and jump into the water for a while, only knowing how to plane a dog. When I was swimming in college, I saw those landlubbers who didn't dare to go into the water by the pool. The dog plane also satisfied my vanity once. The salt flats are sacred, so that "Green Wave Pond" is a subject that students in our primary school must write for many years. At that time, what we wrote was nothing more than the four seasons scenery of Green Wave Beach, and what was the spring and summer like in Green Wave Beach ... An ideal classmate in our class wrote that he would drill oil on the beach when he grew up, but he was a little heroic. By the time I wrote it, I suddenly had an idea and wrote the sentence "Eight plains are majestic and the beaches are boundless", which was praised by the teacher many times. I wonder if the children in my hometown primary school still write Rupert? If you write, what will you write? Salt flats have also brought disasters to people. There are wolves on the salt flats, which I heard from the old man. Wolves were found in wormwood, which was more than one person tall in Yantan. Perhaps the tragedy of Sister Xianglin was staged in the village, so people made up a jingle to win the children's victory. Don't run to the beach. "At noon, the wolf went to the beach; After noon, the wolf eats steamed buns. " The wolf's steamed stuffed bun is of course a child. There is less and less water and the grass grows lower and lower. When we were born, the wolf was gone. Those jingles have also degenerated into fixed expressions for adults to teach their children to learn English. The pain in the salt flats on my skin comes from mosquitoes. The water on the beach breeds unique mosquitoes on the beach. On summer nights, swarms of mosquitoes take off from the airport like fighter planes, and lightning hits one target after another. At that time, people had no money to buy mosquito-repellent incense, so every household smoked mosquitoes with grass and leaves. I don't know how much mosquitoes smoked away, but it made people cry. Yantan has always been my childhood dream, and I can't give it up for many years. Up to now, I have to walk around the beach every time I go home. I wonder if it is to temporarily escape from the hustle and bustle of reality? Or to regain childhood dreams? Maybe both. 2 1 century, the quiet Lubotan finally smelled the flavor of modernization, and the Xiyu Expressway passing through the border broke the tranquility of the salt beach. Now, imagine the tall buildings and factories that will rise from the ground, and the green waves that will reappear. I want to say, Luyang Lake, all your sons deeply bless you.