Jian Chang dong Xia prose

I worked in the countryside to deliver drinks for two years. I am familiar with the 28 townships under the jurisdiction of Jianchang County, and I know every township road like the back of my hand. It's just that there are still many paths between villages that have not been crossed. Since you want to travel all over Jianchang, you should choose a remote path that has not been crossed. A winding path leads to a secluded place, an inaccessible path, a remote small ravine and a unique scenery.

It has long been said that there is a path from Gongshanzui Reservoir to Tangshenmiao Town, and it is also said that from Tangshenmiao, you can go to Suanchang Township via Zhang Jingyao, Wang Baoyingzi Township, and the newly built asphalt road is very easy. I haven't walked these two roads. Let's take a walk!

Say go and we'll go!

Gongshanzui Reservoir is an important water control project in the upper reaches of Daling River. In order to develop tourism, it is now renamed Liaoxi Lake. The name Liaoxi Lake is very creative and can be pronounced as "Liaoxi Lake" or "Liaoxi Lake". Liaoxi Lake shines like a pearl embedded in Daling River.

The northern shore of western Liaoning Lake is a steep mountain. There is a road along the mountain. It is very wide and can pass through large vehicles, but it is tortuous. On one side is a mountain that is difficult to climb, and on the other side is a cliff that is twenty or thirty meters deep. The road leads to a village called Dongxia in the upper reaches, Dongxia Village, which is the only way I will take this time.

Motorcycle driving on this road, panoramic view of lakes and mountains, sparkling calm water, indigo mountains reflected in the water, white clouds floating leisurely in the blue sky, breezy, suddenly cool down in hot summer. I feel that this is not a remote mountainous area in western Liaoning, but a beautiful holiday resort in the south of the Yangtze River.

Walking along the Panshan Highway to the end of the reservoir, the highway turns to the village in the ravine, with dilapidated houses scattered on both sides, orchards on the hillside, herds of cattle and sheep in the dry river, and a strong fishy smell.

No one can ask for directions. Fortunately, there is only one rugged road between the valleys. After about five or six miles, a high hill crosses in front, which should be in Tang Temple. This mountain is called Beiling in Gongshanzui and Nanling in Tangshen Temple. The path of Panshan Mountain is rugged and difficult to walk. The slope is steep and there are rubble everywhere. There's no sign of a car. It's just a road for people to walk on. I got a motorcycle driver's license, and I still have confidence in my driving skills. I put in first gear, stepped on the gas pedal, and the motorcycle buzzed up the hill.

The top of the mountain is relatively flat, the soil layer is very thick, it has been reclaimed, and corn has been planted sporadically, and the road has been pitted by rain. The motorcycle bumped and suddenly stopped with a click. Oh, no! The motorcycle is broken!

Check it. I think the chain is broken or dropped. I don't have any tools. I can't unscrew the chain box and repair it. I don't even have my own photo, so I have to push it. Fortunately, it's at the foot of the mountain, so you can ride a bike and skate.

Pushing and sliding, I went down the mountain to a village called the tiger's den. There are only a few families in the village. I chose a decent house to borrow wrenches or pliers. I replied no, but told me that his tricycle broke down in the front. Someone has repaired the car and can borrow it there. Sure enough, a tricycle broke down on the side of the road and a master was sweating to repair it. He doesn't have a suitable wrench, only pliers. The screw of the chain box is too tight for the pliers to twist. The kind mechanic told the phone number of a motorcycle franchise in Tangshenmiao Town. It was more than ten miles away from the Tang Temple, so I had to call for help. I took out my mobile phone and the tricycle driver said, "There is no signal here. You have to get the staff of the wine bureau to the front to play. " No signal. What is this place? Alas!

The road is no longer downhill, you can't slide, you can only push. It's noon, the sun is shining, the mountains are green, the crops are green, and the dry rivers and yellow dirt roads are dazzling, without a cloud or a cool breeze. Not far away, I was sweating like a pig. The straps of the backpack were soaked with sweat and the water in the bag was gone. I felt smoke in my throat, and the sweat on my face dripped on the motorcycle fuel tank and soon evaporated. My strength seems to ooze with sweat. I regret it very much Since I ride alone, why don't I take tools to repair the car?

Step by step, I moved to the wine bureau in Zhangzi Village. There is a magnificent temple halfway up the mountain. There is a gurgling stream in front of the village, and tall trees cover a two-story building. It seems to be a relatively rich village. A family is building a house. Rest at noon, no one is working, and three or four motorcycles are parked in the shade. I'm sitting on the ground against a tree, and someone is coming to work. I may borrow a wrench or hire their motorcycle to tow my motorcycle to Tang Temple.

I fell asleep sitting down.

The worker came, and I borrowed a wrench. No, I rented a car. Nobody wants to drag me to the Tang Temple.

I asked for half a spoonful of cold water and drank it all at once. When I am thirsty, tasteless cold water is better than manna. The water in the bar is too sweet!

Keep walking, groping for someone who might borrow a wrench. Most people said that the door was closed and no one was seen in the yard when it was opened. Finally, I saw a family with a tricycle parked in the yard, a newly built Beijing bungalow and a red brick courtyard wall. A dark-faced man in his fifties is working in the garden. I squeezed out a smiling face and walked over, handed a cigarette and said nothing. The man didn't pick up the cigarette and said coldly, "wait a minute!" "

I have nothing to talk about with him. After weeding on a ridge, he stood up and said, "Come on, come in." Take me to the storage room, open a toolbox and say, "Use whatever wrench you want!" " "

Oh! A box of iron guys, wrenches, pliers, hammers and chisels. His tools are quite complete!

Fortunately, the chain just fell off and didn't break. He looked at me and said, "The chain is loose. It should be tightened. " I tightened the chain. He added, "The chain is short of oil. I'll find you some engine oil. "

I sincerely thank him for repairing the car and oiling the chain. He just said, "Nothing!" The expression is dull.

This is a simple countryman who doesn't talk much, but his heart is full of enthusiasm and kindness, which is one of the reasons why I like the countryside. City people don't have to go door to door, and rural people can say that they have traveled thousands of miles to visit relatives. When asking for directions from country people, they are always patient and enthusiastic, showing warm-hearted folk customs. The weather, crops, roads or any other common trifles are all topics of conversation with strangers. Sometimes, they will ask you where you are from. Do what? But there is no malice, just curiosity and concern.

This is the simple farmers, and this is the simple folk customs in western Liaoning.

I drank half a spoonful of cold water again and immediately recovered my strength. The water in the bar is so sweet!