Before that, I didn't have a deep impression on this city. I even think there must be something different between Sanmenxia and the Three Gorges. Until I met a friend of Sanmenxia, I probably understood after repeated explanations that the Three Gorges and Sanmenxia are not the same place, and there is no necessary connection between them.
I took a green leather car from Xi 'an and arrived after 9 pm. My friend waited a long time. Fortunately, he is not in a hurry. When he walked out of the platform, he saw him at a glance. There is a girl next to him who is his girlfriend.
It was a little late, and the night wind blew away the heat all day. I heard that the night view of Sanmenxia is beautiful, so it's just right to think about it.
My friend came by car, so I had a chance to enjoy the scenery by car. The Sanmenxia lights in the night complement each other. The hustle and bustle of the day is always busy. At the moment, there is a layer of gloom, and there is no hurry. Freedom is mixed with a little mystery. Streets that flash by line up, especially at night.
We crossed the city and entered Riverside Road. The road is narrow, slightly wider than the one-way street, and only two cars are allowed to drive at the same time. The trees on both sides of the road are lush, the street lamps stand orderly, the orange lights are connected together, and the shadows of the branches and trunks are graceful, drawing a string of shadows on the ground.
My mind immediately jumped out of the scene with the initials D. The chase scene on Panshan Highway is strikingly similar to that on Hedi Road, except that there is a tofu truck missing.
Hedi Road used to be a core of Sanmenxia and a big river running through the city. Not far away is the continuous Nanshan Mountains. The mountains are not high, covered with green, and the peaks are covered with camphor trees, which are full of the inherent beauty and integrity of the Central Plains.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful. From the perspective of geomantic omen, this is a treasure trove of geomantic omen. When you climb to Nanfeng, the whole city of Sanmenxia is rectangular, divided into two halves with Nanfeng as the center, which perfectly follows the golden mean that China people have been adhering to since ancient times.
My friend's house is near riverside road, and the night is already deep. Today's trip is over. I sent the girls all the way back and then went home.
I have met my friend's parents several times. As an intellectual, I have a very good impression. I happen to be at a fork in the road in my life, so it is also an important goal to exchange gains and losses and listen to experience with my uncles and aunts this time.
Aunt is very nice. Knowing that it was today, I specially left dinner. It's time to have a rest, but I still can't help chatting with my aunt for a while. Kind people are always kinder.
One freezing day, it was raining, and I went out early in the morning. Everything last night was gone, and I felt like I was in a completely strange place.
It's not the first time I've felt this way. Day and night in every place are like two worlds. Even in my hometown where I have lived for more than 20 years, I still think that night is more lovely and enjoyable than day.
Sanmenxia is still a stranger and a new friend after all. It is very generous. Just after enjoying the sultry night, I was proud in a blink of an eye, and the bustling daytime panorama was displayed in front of me.
"You can't come to Sanmenxia without going to the Yellow River Park." There is pride in a friend's voice.
Never heard of it before, full of curiosity. "Is there really a Yellow River in the Yellow River Park?"
"That's natural. The Yellow River Park is built on the Yellow River. The Yellow River seen here is true, and it really can't be true. "
I come from Shanxi and grew up on the Loess Plateau. I am inextricably linked with the Yellow River, but I haven't seen such a big Yellow River for such a long time.
The drizzle is swaying and the breeze caresses my face through the window. From a distance, the winding river is faintly visible, but it is not yellow.
I finally saw the Yellow River. Seen from a distance, it is not yellow, and seen from a close distance, it is not yellow. Not far away, it seems that the whole river in Huang Chengcheng is very muddy and wonderful.
We drove along the river, the river was tortuous and changeable, the river bank was covered with vegetation, insects and birds were chirping from time to time in the green, I don't know where the fragrance of fragrant plums and flowers came from, I was breathing deeply, and the rich fresh oxygen simply floated up.
The Yellow River passed through Sanmenxia and learned its generosity. Its graceful posture is vividly displayed, and its green and fragrance are even more fascinating.
Halfway through the line, an iron gate crossed the road.
We had to get off and walk. The rain is still falling, and it is cool on our faces. I have always loved rain, and I like to let my thoughts fly in the rain, just like the Scottish bagpipes at the beginning of Titanic, long and empty.
That's it now. It didn't rain much, but the pedestrians on the road were empty. There were few people along the way, and I seldom saw the Yellow River next to it.
After a long walk, there is still no end in sight. My friend told me that this road will always lead to other provinces, and it will take a long time to walk there, so I have to give up.
It's interesting to know the Yellow River this time and leave some mystery and some expectations for the next meeting.
The destination is a wooden bridge over the Xiao Xie River. On the bridge, swans flapped their wings lazily and sang to pedestrians.
"Look!" As a friend pointed out, a green and blue bird flew by, leaving an arc.
There was no time to lament, and my eyes were quickly attracted again. That is a pool of lotus flowers. After dawn, the lotus that should have withered is slim and graceful.
Hanging around the lotus leaf, the whole body and mind are purified and will be blessed by the rain. If it weren't for the rain in Mao Mao, how could we see such a beautiful lotus?
So I looked up and kissed the rain gently. The feeling of coolness is subtle and gentle. It seemed to understand my heart and brushed my cheek playfully.
Continue to set out, the destination of the wooden bridge is Xiao Xie, and the pavilion is located in the dense grass. Looking up, you can see the river and the lotus, sitting inside, and the harmony of nature is coming.
We came back from another road, and the bluestone board was covered with fallen leaves, drizzling and splashing fine water.
After walking for a long time, I saw a white fragment on the ground far away, shiny, and walked forward. It turned out to be a snail with flesh and blood faintly visible under its white shell.
This is indeed a magical place. Sanmenxia people are vigorously developing modern cities, opening up this world, leaving pure land for these birds and flowers, but they have not forgotten their respect for nature.
These messengers of nature do not forget to give back, are generous and hospitable, and echo the spirit of Sanmenxia from a distance, forming the unique characteristics of Sanmenxia.
Time flies, and a day flies by. In the evening, I found an authentic barbecue shop and made several barbecues. Needless to say, it is really delicious.
It has been several days since I came to Sanmenxia in a blink of an eye. During this period, I made some new friends. They inherited the consistent style of Sanmenxia, which made me full of enthusiasm for Sanmenxia.
We drove all day. Sanmenxia is not small. We visited it everywhere.
I talked with my uncle and aunt for a long time in the evening. Both of them are academic tyrants, and their studies are beyond my power, but the sharing of many life experiences has inspired me and relieved many immediate puzzles.
Today, we are going to set off again, and the goal is the pit field, a characteristic tourist scenic spot in Sanmenxia.
Last night, I suddenly remembered this unique scenery, and my friend shouted that this is definitely a good place to see.
Aunt nodded and agreed deeply: "This is really a good place." Uncle echoed: "Go and have a look, it's good."
As a foreigner, I have no right to speak, but my desire is beyond words. As it was dark and late at night, we had to advance Baidu and do some strategies.
It's not too close. After walking for nearly an hour, I finally got out of Sanmenxia city.
The four of us set off the lights, and the first thing we saw was a huge stone wall with hundreds of China surnames engraved with Chinese characters and Oracle Bone Inscriptions.
Strong national characteristics have come, and the pit field is a scenic spot that embodies national characteristics. The khaki gate is like the skin of the working people, and the color of the land on which the working people live.
Behind the gate, there are more than 20 caves in the pit.
Walking through a narrow and long tunnel, I saw a square quadrilateral. The houses around the yard are curved roofs, typical cave buildings. When I went in, I found that the house was deep and there was no light in the innermost part, which was quite gloomy.
There are many black and white photos and newspaper posters from the 1970s on the wall. At that time, young people always kept their eyes shining, absorbed in taking pictures, staring at the boss and looking serious.
Sun Shaoping in "Ordinary World" immediately jumped into the eye. Whether it is time or state, it is similar to the young people in the photo before us. Mr. Lu Yao will laugh and call it a coincidence.
My friend told me that we have already arrived in into the pit. I looked up and there was nothing unusual. Of course I don't believe it. To prove it, we walked up the stairs.
The yard is really in the pit, underground, until I see it with my own eyes. You know, people lived here less than ten years ago.
We went back to the pit, passed through the slender tunnel again, and came to another yard, the same quadrangle and the same cave, but it felt different.
After walking for a long time, I found that this is a building complex with extremely reasonable planning. There are 20 pits, each of which is connected by a tunnel, each pit has steps leading to the outside of the pit, and each pit is concentrated with different national cultures.
Paper-cutting, inkstone, movies, shadow play, marriage customs, stoves, facial makeup, etc. Every pit is a cultural essence.
We have walked 20 pits. Time seems to have stopped here and the residents have moved away. As a scenic spot, the atmosphere of people's daily life has been perfectly preserved in maintenance and repair. I even feel that the owner of the house is only temporarily out, and he will come back soon.
He cultivated the land with a hoe, and the harvested grain was stored in the granary. He earned money to buy two or two red ropes and tied a beautiful braid for his daughter under the kerosene lamp.
The life scene of that era unfolded slowly before my eyes. I remembered the rich boy written by Yu Hua in "Living", and his life was roughly like this. I also think of Yang Bailao in The North Wind Blows. She worked hard for a year just to buy a red rope for her daughter in the New Year.
We should be grateful to be born in a beautiful era and know how much we expect to eat in those years.
When we came out from the back door, we saw an antique snack street. Because it is not the peak season, most shops are closed. My friend told me that there are many "handkerchiefs" in Sanmenxia and even the whole catering industry in Henan.
This is the origin of the best donkey meat fire. Unfortunately, I came here and the shop didn't open. After thinking about it, I am relieved. Again, leave some thoughts and expectations for the next meeting.
When I come back, the night falls again, and the good times always pass quickly. I will leave this land tomorrow, leaving this beautiful and generous city.
I may be sad in my heart, but all good things must come to an end. Fortunately, I left a lot of regrets. I haven't finished the road in the Yellow River Park, I haven't eaten enough of the best donkey meat added to the fire, and I haven't eaten enough of this generous friend.
Well, never say goodbye, we will meet by chance and eat a bowl of authentic mutton soup and bread on the way home, which will draw a satisfactory end to this journey.