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Journey to the Northeast (1)

The itinerary was set a month ago. It is a question whether to go south or continue to go north in winter. After much consideration and discussion with my family, I finally decided to take a family trip and experience the northeast, which is colder than the north.

Get up early in the morning, wash up and go directly to the airport. Before dawn, there were few cars on the road, and conscientious traffic lights stood at the intersection, changing different roles on time. After staying at the airport for about 40 minutes, the number of passengers and relatives who saw me off increased, and the traffic in front of the T2 terminal of Xianyang International Airport was very crowded.

When you enter the building, it will be more lively. Those who packed their bags, checked in for boarding passes, and queued for security check ... looked messy, but everything was in good order. Our family of four also went through the formalities smoothly, printing boarding passes, checking luggage, going through security check and waiting for the ferry to board the plane.

I was very excited when the plane crossed the sky. It won't be long before I set foot on that magical vast black land. Although this is the second time, although it is less than five months since I set foot on the Northeast Plain last time, I am still excited. My attachment to this hot land stems from my college life. There are my dear classmates who have graduated for more than 20 years. Some have met several times, and some have never met again. From young teenagers to white-haired people to middle age, the past is vague and clear. ...

The flight stopped in Shijiazhuang, and all passengers were told to get off the plane for a short rest.

Take off again, after a slight bump, the plane entered a stable flight state and the weather was fine. Overlooking the earth at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the mountains and rivers can be seen at a glance. The farther north it flies, the brighter it becomes and the mountains can't be seen. The fields at the foot crisscross, and the horizon in the distance looks like a huge circle from the porthole. It's past noon and lunch is over. In half an hour, the flight will land again, and I will soon arrive at Changchun, the first destination of this trip.

The plane landed safely at Longjia airport, and the students were already waiting outside. It took something to get the luggage. Out of the airport, I saw him waving to me from a distance, three steps at a time, and I quickly greeted him. The two hands were tightly held together, followed by a big hug. He still remembers him, short, with smart eyes, but he has gained a lot of weight. More than twenty years have been engraved on the wrinkles on his forehead. Because it's cold? Or excited, his face turned red. Introduced his wife and son, said hello to each other, pushed the luggage to the parking lot, and he went to drive. I looked up at the sky, blue.

The car drove on the highway and went to his home instead of Changchun. Nongan County, which belongs to Changchun City, is located in the hinterland of Songliao Plain and within the one-hour economic circle of Changchun metropolitan area. It has good geographical advantages, rich product resources, perfect industrial system, solid development foundation and rich cultural heritage. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the hotel he booked. It's not as cold outside as it is supposed to be, and the indoor heating is great. After staying for a while, I went to his house again, and my sister-in-law and children were at home. There are no tourist attractions in the county. A famous pagoda in Liao Dynasty was built in Liao Dynasty 987 years ago. It is the only ancient building left by Huanglongfu in Liao Dynasty, so it is also called Huanglong Pagoda, and it is also the northernmost stupa in China. The pagoda is 44 meters high, with solid brick eaves and 13 floors of octagon.

I took a photo in front of the ancient pagoda, and then went to the reserved restaurant. The decorative style of rural areas in Northeast China is novel and kind to me as a northwestern person. The dishes are very rich, all big plates and bowls, which perfectly show the true temperament of the Northeast people's generous hospitality. No matter how long we are apart, we always drink when we meet, and he also made an appointment with relatives to accompany us. To my surprise, we have the same surname. We have few surnames, and we can meet people with the same surnames thousands of miles away, which shows our concern for our classmates and the whole family.

It gets dark early in the northeast. Drinking wine happily makes chatting more enjoyable. Speaking of bits and pieces more than 20 years ago, we seem to have returned to that carefree era. The gathering time is always short, and before you know it, everyone is a little drunk, and the dinner is over. Walking out of the hotel on a cold winter night, I was too hot to feel cold at all.

The next day, I woke up early in the morning. Just after six o'clock, the sky in the east is a fish-belly white. The weather forecast shows that the temperature is MINUS 20 degrees. I took a bath and went downstairs out of the hotel gate. Journey to the West turned eastward and entered the People's Park not far away. The snow at the foot made a cheerful cry of "crunching". Through the thick and straight Yang Shulin, a magnificent temple came into view. The main entrance building is covered with "Kongoji". Continue to the east along the path, and the sun is unscrupulous. It tentatively deepens the color, light yellow, yellow, dark yellow, and finally boldly turns into gold, pouring down through bare branches and reflecting on the snow in the forest, turning into golden lines. The garden is large, with corridors and pavilions, fitness equipment, roller skating rink, gateball court, artificial lake and leisure chairs.

Looking at the time, I felt that the child had already got up, and I also went back the same way. In front of the hotel, my classmate's car stopped there and went upstairs into the room. The husband and wife enthusiastically asked about the rest, whether the room was warm or not, and whether it was cold outside. After leaving the room for breakfast, we said goodbye to our sister-in-law, and our classmates drove our family to Changchun Expressway. On the third day of New Year's Eve, there were quite a few cars on the road. After passing through Changchun, due to the widening of the road, the car was transferred to San 'ao No.2 National Road for Jilin City. The plains on both sides of the highway gradually turned into hilly areas, with more trees and more and thicker snow.

Near noon, we arrived in Jilin City, and first went to eat the Wula hot pot with Manchu characteristics. On the third floor, the threshold of the shop is covered with bright yellow lanterns with "100 billion coming" written in Manchu and Chinese characters. There is a cloisonne copper pot and a gorgeous and exquisite Manchu costume in the store, and the wooden square plate next to it is filled with "corn dumb" for customers to taste for free. There are many guests in the shop, and the decoration is full of Manchu customs. Different partitions are divided with solid wood. The waiter wore robes and short gowns of the Qing Dynasty and red and yellow hats. The plaque has its own characteristics. The cashier is not called cashier, but called "accounting room", and the operation room is not called operation room, but called "imperial dining room".

The pot of Wula Hot Pot is similar to the copper pot used to rinse meat in old Beijing, but it is more exquisite, with charcoal burning in the middle, cloisonne around the saucer and pot below, or decorated with several colorful dragons or flowers, which is elegant and lifelike. Northeasters are not good at eating spicy food, and the soup is mainly light, but it is also very particular. Based on chicken soup, ginseng, gastrodia elata, medlar, jujube, longan, angelica and other precious Chinese herbal medicines are added and cooked for a long time. Add northeast pickled cabbage, hazelnut mushroom, wild mushroom, oyster sauce yellow, shrimp, crab and so on. Control the heat by cooking, stewing, stewing, stewing, etc. It tastes fat but not greasy, fresh and unremitting, light but not thin.

In fact, there are only two things to make a special trip to Jilin City. One is that students say that there is less snow here in Changchun and more snow in Jilin this year, and there are better ski resorts. The other is to invite students from Siping to come and get together.

After eating Wula hot pot, I drove to Beishan, Jilin. Beishan is located in the northwest of Jilin City, with an area of1280,000 square meters and an altitude of more than 200 meters. It is an urban landscape garden integrating temples and landscapes. Fifty or sixty meters ahead, in front of us is a tall and majestic mountain gate. The blue plaque reads the majestic golden official script "Beishan", and four festive red lanterns are hung directly below. After crossing the mountain gate, I was suddenly enlightened, surrounded by mountains, pavilions and a lying wave bridge across the lake. Although it is a world of ice and snow, you can see the blue waves rippling and the fragrance bursting in a trance.

The garden is very lively, crowded with people, and vendors of all colors are selling. Sugar-coated haws, frozen pears, dried eggs, sugar-coated haws, chestnut cakes ... except sugar-coated haws, they are all imported goods that cannot be seen in the northwest. The lake is frozen, and the ice is full of skaters, including old people, children, middle-aged people, young people, men and women. Near the shore of the lake, a small place was fenced in. Eight or nine people are waving bats and playing ice hockey. After crossing the Wobo Bridge, more people jostled each other, and along the way up the mountain, there was a big "Buddha" on the wall of a temple on the right. Baidu Encyclopedia said: "Beishan Temple is a mixture of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and folk gods are enshrined in one room. The temple is full of vulgar fireworks, which reflects the folk customs in Northeast China in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. This pattern is very rare in other temples in China. Standing at the foot of the North Mountain, looking up at the East Peak, I saw mountains and temples standing. Climbing the stairs, you can see famous buildings such as Fan Xuetang, Guandi Temple, Wang Yao Temple, Li Kan Palace and Huangyuting in turn, among which Huangyuting is the tallest, largest and most magnificent building in the ancient buildings in Beishan. "

My son can't wait to play with the snow. He went down the mountain road. Laughter and laughter came from the distance, and adults and children enjoyed themselves in the small ice and snow paradise in the valley. There are many projects, because of the time, the children chose to play with snow circles. Pull the tire-shaped snow circle, take the escalator to the highest point, and then slide down the snowy road at high speed. Some people skate alone, some people skate with the whole family, and some people don't know each other. Sitting in the snow circle, holding the feet of the people behind in front, string them in turn. It's faster and more exciting to play like this At about five o'clock, we went down the mountain and met our classmates in Siping to book a hotel.

For dinner, I chose the "Old White Meat Restaurant" on Songjiang West Road, an antique storefront with a string of red lanterns hanging on the left and right, with a big store name directly above and a "century-old brand" inscribed by celebrities below. During the interval of ordering food, I crossed the road to the Songhua River, not far from the majestic Linjiangmen Bridge. The huge column in the middle of the river leans several steel cables to support the whole bridge deck. At night, the colored lights decorated on the steel cable change colors from time to time and are reflected on the river, which is beautiful.

The dishes are still northeast dishes, garlic and blood sausage, stir-fried deer tendon, stewed vermicelli with sauerkraut, white meat ... Everything is so harmonious and warm when the Chinese shop closes.

The next morning, I got up early as usual and went for a walk in Beishan Park. The temple at the top of the mountain is more magnificent in the dazzling sunshine in the morning. There are already many people doing morning exercises, walking, jogging and flying kites in the park, and several people are competing with dogs on the ice. After returning to the hotel at eight o'clock, I packed my things and left the room. Everyone in the noodle restaurant downstairs ate a big bowl of hot soup noodles. After bidding farewell to Siping's classmates, we got on the expressway and returned to Changchun.

Changchun, known as the "Spring City in the North", is one of the four garden cities in China and the most afforested city in Asia. As the former capital of the "Puppet Manchukuo", it witnessed the complete course of political and military conflicts in modern Northeast Asia, with many historical sites. After the founding of New China, as the capital of Jilin Province, the State Council has also been positioned as one of the central cities in Northeast China and a national historical and cultural city. This city with a long history and profound modern city background is the earliest automobile industry base and film production base in New China, and is known as "Detroit in the East", "Los Angeles in the East" and "Hollywood in the East". It is also the birthplace of China's optics, biopharmaceuticals, rail passenger cars and other industries.

Due to the itinerary, we went directly to the "Puppet Manchu Palace Museum" located on the north side of Guangfu Road in Kuancheng District. I followed the commentator all the way to the "Lucky Gate" and stood in front of the door. I feel very sad. The so-called palace looks simple and crude, with blue bricks and gray tiles in the inner government, but it is only an expanded quadrangle and those hall buildings, and it is only the level of a big family in Beijing, without the royal style of that year. But there are still Buddhist temples, and ancestors still have to sacrifice. Look at Puyi's Buddhist temple, ancestral hall and royal banquet hall. Although they are gorgeous and try their best to dress up, they can't hide the decline of the royal family in any case. Imagine that the owner who once lived in this "castle" was so trembling and humble that he hid behind the mask of Zhang Huali in that war-torn era. Puyi on the emperor's throne is followed by a fragmented dragon plate. In Changchun, he spent the darkest, most depressing and most humiliating thirteen years in his life like a canary on tenterhooks all the time. The former emperor was bent on restoring the Qing Dynasty and was willing to take refuge in Japanese imperialism, but the Japanese just wanted him to be a puppet and a tool for invading China, that's all. The wheel of history is cruel and progressive. Although cruelly crushed a once lonely empire, fortunately, it also created a more brilliant Greater China. From the emperor to the puppet and then to the civilian, he was reborn and extremely lucky.

Originally, I wanted to give this horrible modern history enough respect, and I also took my children to touch the kind of visit that I couldn't help but feel. When I came out from the inside, I felt a pent-up anger, not to anyone or the country, but to the history of suffering that had happened. Written complaints are pale and powerless. Taking history as a mirror, the only way to commemorate history is to be yourself. I don't know if the purpose of educating children has been achieved, but I have had another profound inspirational lesson anyway.

I went to Nanhu Park again. There are trees everywhere in the park, and there is a little snow on the thick leaves in the forest. Birch trees attract me the most, but not many. There are many black eyes on the smooth white bark. Looking at them, my ears echoed with Pu Shu's magnetic melancholy song "There is white snow in a quiet village, pigeons are flying under a cloudy sky, and those two names are engraved on the birch tree. They vowed to love each other for life, and one day the war burned to their hometown. " The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying. Who can prove the love and life without tombstones, the snow is still falling, the village is still at peace, and the young people are disappearing in the birch forest? On the afternoon of the bad news, my sweetheart died in a distant battlefield. She silently came to the birch forest and waited there eagerly every day. She said that he just got lost in the distance, and he would definitely come to this birch forest. "

The train ticket to Qiqihar is at 6: 20 pm. We found a restaurant next to Nanhu Park for dinner, and our classmates took us to Changchun Station. After a brief farewell, we entered the waiting hall.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the train arrived in Qiqihar on time. When we left the station, Zhang Ge from Daqi came to meet us. The youngest son whispered that he was a little hungry, so he took us to a good barbecue restaurant. On the fourth day of the first month, there are not many people but the taste is authentic. The hotel across the street is already 1 1 o. My brother said he would pick us up for breakfast tomorrow morning.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, it is also called "Breaking Five", which varies from place to place, so its origin is different. Jiang Ziya broke her, Jiang Ziya broke the taboo, and Jiang Ziya met the god of wealth, all of which expressed the people's yearning for a better life. Therefore, there is a custom on this day called "driving out the five poor", also known as "five ghosts", which is to drive out the intellectual poor. At dawn, set off firecrackers, clean up and open the door for business. Northeast China is used to eating jiaozi on this day. My brother took us to get the car, ate jiaozi, and drove to Zhalong in tandem.

Zhalong National Nature Reserve is the largest and world-famous wetland ecosystem in China, with a total area of 265,438+0,000 hectares. It is the largest reed wetland in Asia, the fourth in the world and the largest in the world. It is the first national nature reserve in China and the most complete, primitive and open wetland ecosystem at the same latitude in northern China. It has been listed in the first batch of "World Important Wetland List" in China. Nature reserve is a natural paradise for waterfowl and other birds to inhabit and multiply. The main protection objects are rare birds such as red-crowned cranes and wetland ecosystems. There are 15 species of cranes in the world, 9 species in China and 6 species in Zhalong. There are less than 2,000 red-crowned cranes in the world, and there are more than 400 Zhalong, which is known as "the great wetland of the world and the hometown of cranes in China".

When we entered the reserve and parked the car, my sister-in-law and my son accompanied our family to Guanhe District. When I was last here, reeds were golden, and white reeds standing on slender branches danced in the wind. This time, in the early spring, patches of reeds have been harvested in piles, and the vision of the whole reserve has been broadened a lot. At this moment, the pristine wetland with rippling blue waves is like a huge mirror, quietly looking up at the sky. Stepping on the ice is cold, but it's fun. I have never seen such a transparent and thick ice layer, frozen with aquatic plants, insects and bubbles, more or less dense or sparse, trying to float upward, as if to break through the fetters and embrace the blue sky. The sound of "burping, burping" came from the remaining reeds not far away. Following the sound, two red-crowned cranes more than one meter high are carefully combing their feathers. They wore bright red crowns on their snow-white heads, like a dazzling ruby set in a platinum crown. Their necks are slender and black, and their bodies are covered with white smooth feathers. Their legs are slender and their tail feathers are like a big black cattail leaf fan. Occasionally, I will hold my chest high and look around, looking carefree. Only when people come near, they will raise their pointed beaks and stare at them warily.

The farther we go, the more cranes sing, and we can vaguely see cranes in twos and threes and some unknown birds among the reeds. In the feeding room near Guanhe District, a large group of red-crowned cranes are scrambling to sing, as if welcoming guests from afar. Before I came in, I thought there should be few tourists in such a cold day. But when I walked on the plank road paved with wooden strips, I saw many people standing on the crane viewing platform from a distance. Opposite the platform is a small earth slope. At 10: 30, a young crane trainer appeared at the height of the earth slope. I saw him with his arms outstretched and waving a red flag in his hand. Behind him, a large group of cranes that had been lying in ambush for a long time rushed out, flapping their wings while running, which was quite ceremonial. Next, with a wave of his bamboo pole, the bird trainer flashed his huge wings over our heads, then soared in a blue sky, which was spectacular and passed over our heads again and again. Finally, I landed gracefully on the ice in front of the stage and paced calmly.

When I left Zhalong, I asked my brother, do you come often? Brother said, come, come often, but it's the first time to come in this cold.

Out of the scenic spot, we drove into the city in tandem to Nenjiang. Around the riverbank of Peace Square, many fire engines stopped, and two cars were trapped on the frozen river. A number of traffic police are maintaining order, vehicles are strictly prohibited on the river, and firefighters are busy with rescue. I was going to play river rafting. This situation, uh ... looks scary, so forget it. After two o'clock, I had lunch with my brother and sister-in-law and went back to the hotel to rest.