Prose: Three Gorges of the Yangtze River

Depart from Chongqing in the afternoon to catch the cruise ship leaving Wanzhou at 7 pm. The weather at the end of August is steaming, and the air conditioner in the bus is cool and pleasant. As soon as the bus started, many passengers mechanically closed their eyes and cheered up. Outside the window, the shade is dense, kapok is in full bloom, and everything seems so calm and natural, unlike the flowers and trees seen in the park, such as plastic surgery, which is very artificial, or like a mud cut part, or like a twisted branch that bandages an injured arm. In the face of breathtaking beauty, how can I have the heart to serve others and cruelly refuse the kindness of this beauty? Jiangnan scenery is like a dream, changing endlessly: sometimes towering cliffs and skyscrapers, and sometimes low huts are looming; Sometimes the bamboo forest is dense, and sometimes the green water is Ying Ying; Sometimes the sunshine is heroic, sometimes the clouds are light and the wind is light. This is not only a flowing and beautiful landscape painting, but also a magnificent symphony.

The tour guide has calculated the time in advance, so there is no need to rush the trip, so that I have enough time to see the scenery. Expressway in Sichuan and Chongqing is rarely open in the open area, and most of them crawl on the ridge or cross the tunnel. The farmland here, like a vast plain, is as quiet as an idyllic poem as a small piece of cypress and bamboo. Mountains are not as slow and continuous as those in the north. Some of them are like steel needles that suddenly reach the sky, and some are like still rolling waves. It is puzzling that there are almost no trees on the hills with thick loess in the north, but on the rocks in the south, the trees are dense and lush. Nature is so cunning and mysterious!

A little after 6 pm, the bus finally arrived in Wanzhou. The sun sets early here, and the lights are dim everywhere on the dock and in the river. Passengers getting on and off the ship are rushing against the hot river wind and tide, and the berthed offshore cruise ship is whistling, and its flute is as rich as baritone, showing its long face in the dusk. On the river surface under the light, there is a light blue mist rising, just like a light gauze hanging from a horse, which adds a bit of mystery to my upcoming trip to the Three Gorges.

As soon as the cruise ship started, the horn on the ship immediately issued a notice: Dear passengers, welcome to this cruise ship ... It's getting dark now. For the sake of safety, I hope you don't stay by the boat, return to the cabin immediately and rest early. The cruise ship is expected to arrive at Qutangxia, the first scenic spot of the Three Gorges, at about 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. We will inform you in time. Have a nice trip!

The river is dark, and there are thousands of walls on both sides of the river. Except for the flashing lights on the other side of the mountain, everything was vague, but I couldn't hide my inexplicable excitement and didn't go back to the hut immediately. The independent ship's side, the river under the light, is rolling and rushing, and my heart is surging with the river. My thoughts are like a broken dam, and the shadows of thousands of poets and literati in Qian Qian move back and forth in my mind. At this moment, I finally joined their sequence.

At about five o'clock the next morning, there was a commotion in the cabin, and the screams outside the cabin woke me up from my hazy sleep. I got up, washed my face quickly and hurried to the observation deck of the cruise ship.

Oh, it's Kuimen, here we are! Isn't the wall of mountains and rivers jumping out in front of you the superposition of the patterns on the back of ten yuan? In the early morning, the Qutang Gorge is covered with thin clouds, like a girl with a veil, and she is a little shy to meet a stranger. Soon, dazzling golden light came out of the gap and dyed the clouds deep red. Farewell to Bai Diyun was a scene I longed for when I was a child. At this moment, it really appeared, with my own eyes, extraordinary. "Kuimen is just looking, the wall is poor and the rock is surrounded by jade." On the steep rock wall, the clouds gradually become a flower, and then slowly become a bunch of streamers, which are lightly and elegantly wrapped around the folded ridge of the hatchback, creating a somewhat fairy and graceful feeling. The only regret is that the river is not as sharp as the arrow described in the poem, and there is no rocky beach. If you want to feel the pleasure of "canoeing in the air on Wanzhong Mountain", it is bound to be a bubble.

The Wuxia Gorge of the Three Gorges in Badong is long. At one o'clock in the afternoon, the cruise ship docked at the barge at the foot of Wushan County, and wanted to take a nap here. The travel agency took advantage of this opportunity to insert a trip to the Three Gorges. Outside the big ship, there were several speedboats waiting, and the people on board swarmed to attract tourists. I picked one at random and went up. Seeing that the cabin was crowded with tourists, the owner drank "Go!" "The boat turned to a hole in the gorge, crossed an orange steel bridge and officially entered the Little Three Gorges Scenic Area. The canyon is deep, the stream wall is upright and the irrigation book is upside down. The deeper you go, the wall of the stream begins to retreat slowly, and the water surface widens and glows silver. On the gentle slope in the distance, several villages have sprung up, and a cornfield, like a grass skirt, hangs under the waist of the village. In front of the yacht, on the rafts lined up on both sides, men and women dressed in national costumes, when they saw us coming, blew suona and sang folk songs to welcome guests from afar. The song is loud and clear, and the suona is melodious. The song vaguely tells the life of the mountain people, and the suona sound tells the mixed feelings of the days. There is a little fake blue over the canyon, and several white clouds are floating away. Several little monkeys suddenly jumped out of the jungle, dragged themselves sideways and squatted on a huge cliff, paying close attention to us strangers, as if they also had stories to tell.

One folk song after another, while the tourists were listening happily, a man with glasses in the cabin began to stuff a small red velvet box into each passenger's hand, and a string of words rang out from Mai's mouth. "First of all, welcome to visit our Three Gorges. The arrival of each of you is the greatest support for the people in our reservoir area. As we all know, the completion of the Daxia Dam has caused the water level in the gorge area to rise, and our original village has been flooded, and the arable land has been flooded. Now, except for those who have been resettled by the state to other immigrant areas, the rest are basically based on tourism. Therefore, all of you here are our parents, and I would like to extend my warm welcome and sincere thanks to you again! " Yes, the Three Gorges provides unparalleled beauty for tourists, unlimited inspiration and creative materials for poets, but it brings hardships and even hardships to people living here. I used to listen to the labor songs on the cassette, and I could imagine a group of men who were sweating and sweating, shouting songs and conquering life against the river. Although this ancient method of conquest is now a thing of the past, or a memory, their story has no ending. Nowadays, their successors have inherited their tenacious spirit in a new form and shaped a completely different life from them. These three Gorges people who have lived for generations can be called the conquerors of the greatest life!

The scenery of the Three Gorges is amazing, and the courage of the Three Gorges people to conquer nature and make a living is even more amazing!

After swimming in the Three Gorges, the cruise ship got up and officially entered Wuxia Gorge. The peaks on both sides of Wuxia Gorge are filled with faint clouds, which are even more handsome. Several waterfalls falling from the rocks sparkled in oblique light, just like curtains hanging on bead curtains.

The mountain peak I have been worried about will suddenly appear in the arms of a boat that bypasses the canyon. Looking up at the sun, at the top of the mountain, in front of the huge stone screen, an independent humanoid stone pillar looks like a girl in a cloak, looking at the east. That's goddess peak, the legendary Wushan goddess. For thousands of years, countless literati have repeatedly described goddess peak. She witnessed the changes of so many times, witnessed so many ups and downs in Wushan, and there are countless legends about her. As for her identity, it is more unified. According to legend, she is Yao Ji, the youngest daughter of the Queen Mother. It is said that she was sent by her mother to help Dayu control water. It is also said that after hearing about the sufferings of the people in the Three Gorges, which were ravaged by the plague, she came to the world privately to exorcise demons and treat diseases for the people. The dirtiest scene in the middle is her affair with King Xiang of Chu, which is probably deliberately imposed on her by vulgar literati who have nothing to do with tea. I would rather believe this rumor, I firmly believe that she is sacred and pure.

But the scenery of martial arts is not a peak wall, nor a river, but a cloud that haunts it. If the Three Gorges is compared to a long painting, the clouds in Wushan are the crowning touch. "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber." This is by no means an exaggeration of the poet.

The fog in Wushan, unlike the kind that usually covers the top of the mountain, floats halfway up the mountain like a long belt; Like curtains, falling from the sky; Or like a light gauze blown by a breeze. The peaks hidden in the clouds are like girls dancing with long gauze. If you listen attentively, it seems that you can hear their silvery talk and breathing.

In a word, enjoying the sea of clouds in Wushan is like receiving the guidance of normal university. You will forget the secular world and have a wonderful feeling of "isolation" and "sudden comeback"

This fairy-like cloud, if it weren't for fate, how could it meet?

Out of the Wuxia Gorge, the mountain gradually became ordinary from Qiwei. In the boundless twilight, the cruise ship docked and the waves and eddies that followed all the way stopped. There is no river surrounded by cliffs on both sides. It is gentle and wide, more like a lake. Not far away, the lights wandered in the fog on the river, and the cruise ships departing from Yibin rang trombones one after another and gradually disappeared into the depths of the canyon.

After a night on the boat, it's time to really go ashore. Today is the last stop of my trip to the Three Gorges-visiting the Three Gorges Dam.

It took less than half an hour to climb from the bottom of the river to the mountain by cableway car, and the bus took us to the main scenic spot of the dam.

In the early morning, the river was filled with smoke and waves. The Three Gorges Dam across Xiling Gorge is magnificent. This great project, which has been brewing for a long time in the hearts of several generations of great men, has attracted worldwide attention and is unprecedented. Finally, in the twentieth century, the dust settled and the dream came true. I wanted to give a good description and praise, but finally I lost to my inexpressibility. And because of the poems written by our great leader Chairman Mao in advance, which latecomer can surpass his momentum? At the right moment, I borrow this magnificent poem by Lu Lu badminton to express my heroic mood at the moment:

Only drink Changsha water and eat Wuchang fish. Across the Yangtze River, you can see the endless sky. No matter how stormy it is, it's better to walk around leisurely. You should have a rest today. Zi Zaichuan said: The deceased is like a husband! As soon as the wind blows, the tortoise and snake calm down, and the grand plan has been set. A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare. Set up the stone wall of Xijiang River, cut off the Yu Yun of Wushan, and let Gaoxia go out of Pinghu. The goddess should be safe and sound, and will surprise the world.

The completion of the Three Gorges Dam has turned Gaoxia into Pinghu, making the whole journey relatively dull. It doesn't give people the sense of urgency of "bidding farewell to the emperor and going to Jiangling at dusk", nor can it feel the fear and excitement of "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying". Along the way, I always climbed the quiet railing of the observation deck alone, away from the crowd taking selfies, counted every scenery, marveled at every unexpected color illusion, and looked for traces of the ancient people who had passed away. The scenery of the Three Gorges lies not only in its own realism, but also in the dim reverie of literary masters. In their works, countless poems fly out of this magnificent natural scenery, giving the Three Gorges unparalleled significance and magical color.

However, in my opinion, the strangest thing about this beautiful scenery is the people working in the Little Square in the rocks and the small green blocks. At a very high place, standing on the top of the rock by the wall, as long as there is a little soil for planting plants in a fold, someone will farm there. The broad and tenacious spirit of Chinese mother has shaped the people living in her arms and turned them into tireless, meticulous and persevering workers. People living on both sides of the Three Gorges have contributed the greatest and deepest strength.

Author: Zhou