A day in Lianyungang

It's almost three years since I came back from Gangcheng, but I still think of all kinds of green plants there and the smell of fish and shrimp from the sea breeze. Think there is plenty of rain-when it rains, a group of electric cars covered with red, yellow, blue and green awnings gather at both ends of the traffic lights. Once released, they spread their wings like butterflies, and their graceful posture makes people want to participate. The era of spiritual alienation precipitated too much ideological confusion, which can only be based on the enthusiasm of port city construction.

In June, I walked into Lianyungang. Starting from the station, crossing the town and heading for the sea, I first saw the dredger working in shallow water, and there was a lonely motor sound in the distance; There are new piers (or cofferdams), and people are shaking and slowly becoming silent; The gray sky is connected with the sea without waves, which is endless; On the other side of the harbor, the boat was vaguely in the mist, just like a crappy pencil sketch. In the beach bath, several people were sitting under several flower umbrellas, and a motorboat rushed into the water to turn around and set off white waves; Many villas and apartments have been built on the hillside, facing the sea, with new flowers and trees. It is said that eating, drinking and having fun are one-stop. Wandering around, I only saw two stone carvers. The development of tourism resources has become a fixed trend, and the original scenery here has been eaten away. The impetuousness of the prosperous society is bent on breaking the creation of nature and starting a new stove, but whether this can impress visitors' hearts for a long time has not been proved.

Standing on the wooden trestle made of coastal rocks, I saw the vast sea and sky, which looked like a huge curtain without friends; A half-sea and half-land building stands out among the lush plants. A worker is lying on the spire of the roof and painting with colors, which makes people feel nervous. I sailed from Dalian to Yantai more than ten years ago. I want to feel the smell of the sea up close. Unfortunately, it was one night, I woke up after a sleep and arrived at my destination. Now, facing the sea again, the bright blue sky has been missing for a long time, and the desire to go to the deep sea by cruise ship has finally disappeared. Coral, conch, pearl and shell, which were originally pregnant with colorful life, are scattered in every scenic spot and every station. They show the surging vitality of the sea in the form of solidification, silently and at the mercy of others. In a trance, I am one of them, because I can't escape the fact that I am in the same space with them. Traveling, being traveled, maybe now, maybe once, this should also be a fact.

Lianyungang, with a mother-like helplessness, is leading tourists to spy on simplicity from the noise and imagine the original kindness of the port.

Living in Xinpu South Community, when the weather is fine, you can see the shadow of the empty mountains as green as milk upstairs. To this end, I specially wrote an article "Kongwangshan", which was published in Lianyungang Literature. It always rains here. It often thunders when it rains, and the thunder explodes against the scalp, crisp and shocking. It's not as boring and anxious as the mainland. Finally, there was not a drop of rain. Sometimes when the sun shines, it rains cats and dogs, and the streets are covered with mud, I go into a restaurant to take shelter from the rain. I had not finished drinking a bottle of wine when the rain stopped. The sun is still on, and the road is wet, but the heat is still unabated, just fumigating with steam. At this time, the water level of the salt water increased obviously, and there were more yellow components in black, which accelerated the flow rate, and the advertising paper and plastic bags floated together. If it weren't for the weeping willows swaying on the shore and occasional cargo ships passing through the water, the Yanhe River could be completely ignored. On rainy days, the salt river is a smelly river, and black water can be seen everywhere from thick and thin pipes.

Urban areas, like ports, are full of construction sites, and scaffolding is like a huge bird cage, towering among white clouds or rain, dirty sheds and temporary material houses, leaning over the ruins. This situation makes this coastal city highly consistent with the inland city. Looking at everything in front of me, I can't help jumping out of a few vivid phrases: you chase after me, in full swing, scrambling and rushing forward. However, my eyes suddenly moved from Yanhe to the market. I found that those hurried steps, those sad faces and those empty eyes, they and I were all running around in this city that insisted on construction. Without construction or construction, will they and I stay here? Life is a colorful coral reef. Everyone trudges at the junction of the rich and the poor, trying to narrow the gap, but the gap suddenly and violently presents a frightening distance! I also saw them and me struggling in a narrow space, hoping that it would be cooler if it rained, but I hoped that the blue sky and white clouds would be sunny. We have to work. After all, we are not leisurely tourists.

Most residential areas in the south are buildings in the 1980s. These buildings look gloomy, like an unhealthy old man who has lost vitality. In the meantime, there is a residential area, which is newly built but under maintenance. There are sand bricks and stones everywhere, a straight corridor with several vines crawling on it, green leaves hanging down, flowers blooming, and bundles of flowers showing purple beauty. Old people with colds, whether it is sunny or rainy, will take a small stool to play cards and games here. In the morning, there are many people exercising in the venue, such as equipment, qigong and dancing with their own players. The dancers are young and middle-aged women, standing in two or three rows and dancing solo in groups. The lead dancer is an ordinary-looking woman, but whenever the music starts, her graceful dance, smile, demure and elegance, that is, her figure that magically blends into the melody and is familiar with the rhyme, is graceful and colorful in the cool and breezy shade, blending with all kinds of brilliance of life flow. Every dance should be peaceful, and every dance should bloom. Infected many passers-by who were lucky enough to witness it. That kind of beauty seems to be integrated with nearby trees, grass and soil, in harmony with the limited space that is constantly being transformed, and tens of minutes of viewing is far better than the false glory that modern civilization deliberately shows off. The heart filled with the world of mortals washed away some vulgar burdens at this moment and became ethereal and relaxed.

If there is scenery in the south community, it is really the most beautiful and charming place. I have feasted my eyes and admired them countless times, and even had the idea of learning to dance. Occasionally, when I don't go, my heart seems to be missing a fragrance, and the loneliness of being in a foreign land also follows.

There is a Y-shaped street in the south community, and all kinds of food department stores. It's quiet here during the day, but it's very lively around seven in the evening. The streets are crowded. The roadside stalls were crowded and the doors of the shops were open. As soon as it gets dark, electric lights and coal compete to ignite, and everywhere you go, it is bright. There are many open-air food stalls on both sides of the west side street. The stove fire screamed conspicuously, the pot spoon hit, and the shouts were loud. The console table is filled with plates of prepared dishes. Diners point their fingers a little, so they sit down at a square table that can't tell the color, open a bottle and pour wine, and stir-fry is served one after another. There are two stoves in front of some shops, and two dishes are cooked at the same time, and the thorns are rolling and jumping high. No matter how many people come, your hungry stomach can be comforted in ten minutes. In the fog of light, groups of naked people are eating and drinking, sweating like rain, and cups and lamps are staggered. It looks like pebbles washed by water waves. There are no orders to shout and guess fists, only undulating chest and heavy breathing, and the air is filled with strong smell of oil smoke. The food and drinks here are cheap, and all the workers who have worked hard all day come here to eat, so do I, with my companions. Sometimes when it rains, we will come here when we step on the muddy water in the street, ask for some cheap dishes, drink a few cups of bitter and spicy wine, watch the yellow and red flames licking the bottom of the pot, and the young boss's wife has a clip with money across her plump waist, while she is busy going back and forth between the stove and the guest table, thinking about how many bills will be there tonight, and she will sleep or count the money after closing.

When I returned to my hometown in the second year, the summer bonus encountered a sudden storm. I turned a blind eye and couldn't help thinking of the endless coastline and sea view rooms of the port city. I have been there more than once, but I have never been to the deep sea by boat. When I think of the salt river in Blackwater, there are often more than a dozen (or more) ships docked together. There were women and children on it, blue smoke from Ran Ran, and red clothes, which were dried in vain. Thinking of the bustling Y Street in the south community, the tofu brain in a bowl of one yuan rose to one and a half, and the boss said that it would not take long to rise; Think about that enchanting dancer, is she a professional literary woman, or does she dance like a civilian because of her love? Think of two yuan a catty of bulk northeast sorghum burning, five yuan a bottle of LU ZHOU LAO JIAO CO.,LTD Co., Ltd.

With the vast sea area and the feeling of rain in the port city, it is not surprising that the rain in the old place is "abundant". I just want to know when I can plant a tree and a piece of turf casually like the port city, and it will grow lush in a few days. There should be not as much industrial waste in the water as in the port city. At present, there are countless activities about ecological protection, but most of them copy some irrelevant pictures and videos. If we can't "protect", we can't talk about the so-called "education". Obviously, we can't boil the blood that the environment determines life, and we can't stimulate the consciousness that the environment is life. After living in a foreign land for a year, am I still immersed in pollution and panting? Is "civilization" still oppressing nature step by step?

"Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely see Nanshan. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. (Tao Yuanming) "Being in the northwest, when you look up, your vision is mostly pure blue, with birds singing and white clouds, much like carefree tourists. However, the tidal sound and the momentum of thunderstorms on the coast of port cities always come from time to time.

From June to June that year, Lianyungang, located in the east of Chinese mainland and one of the top ten ports in China, left me with a lifelong shock to nature and civilization.