a gift of righteousness

In the summer of July, when I was over 80 years old, I braved the fire and yang, and flew from Beijing to the bank of Hanshui. Later, I took the bus from Fuyang to find the source of Hanshui, and traveled to Hanzhong and Ankang in southern Shaanxi. Although the week's itinerary was sweating, the humanistic feelings of the "South-to-North Water Transfer" left me with endless feelings.

After returning, I also performed a "fairy tale" that I could not believe. It was my rusty teeth. I couldn’t change it from black to white in the past. After returning to the home of Beijing, I was facing the mirror. I screamed in amazement: "Ah! The history of smoking in the past 58 years, the black and yellow marks on the teeth, how did it turn white?" After the meditation, the answer finally surfaced: that is, "South-to-North Water Transfer "The water of the Han River, the gift to me...

When I arrived in Fuyang, it was the style of the city that made me feel excited: a clear water and a wave of Han River, passing through the middle of a beautiful city; the south is the city, the north is the city. In addition to the shock, I couldn't help but say to the painter Xuecun who came to Fuyang: "How do you and I come to Liyang?" Xuecun didn't answer me. After I looked closely, I found out that he was obsessed with brush painting. Looking at the city scenery outside the car window, I did not hear my question at all - I laughed, laughing that he was already intoxicated by the beauty of Fuyang.

When I arrived at the Nanhu Hotel, I opened the faucet and washed my face. I found that the water here is much brighter than the water in Beijing. Therefore, in the afternoon, at the launching ceremony of the “Humanity Hanshui Puyang Pen”, I poured out the feeling of knowing the first time: I have a deep relationship with Hubei, and I have been to Wuhan, Suizhou, Zhongxiang, Xianning and other cities. These cities have given me humanity enlightenment - but let me fall in love at first sight, but it is a beautiful sun. In the evening, my friends and I boarded a boat on the Han River for a night tour. The pictures of the ancient city pavilions and the modern pavilions reflected by the lights on both sides of the river made me feel the intoxication of seeing each other.

It is because of this kind of infatuation in the inner shuttle, a melancholy feeling suddenly rises from the bottom of my heart. Before coming to Fuyang, I read a news that this year, there was less rain in Fuyang, and the drop in water level caused the fish breeding rate in the river to fall. This is a negative signal for the people's life in Xiangyang. The Han River on the bank of Fuyang, this year, is lacking in water, and it is necessary to "fill blood" for the more water-strapped north. In a sense, is this not self-harm?

Comrades accompanying the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee who traveled to Hanshui in the night, in order to resolve the uneasiness in my heart, said something to me: "The newspaper is telling the truth, but it is only the water of the sun, the Danjiangkou Reservoir is about to be transferred to the South. Once the reservoir opens and drains water, when it flows through Fuyang, this temporary difficulty will be alleviated as the water potential rises. After two days, you will personally visit the Danjiangkou to visit, it will resolve your concerns."

Two days later, we really boarded the Danjiangkou Reservoir Dam. However, Danjiangkou is not the source of Hanshui – the source of the Hanshui River with a total length of 1,532 kilometers, far in the mountains of Ningqiang County between Qinling and Bashan in southern Shaanxi. The reason why the dam is built here to store water is because it is low and wide, and it is the most favorable place for water storage in Hanshui. When the real name is not lost, when we walk on the dam, we look up and the water is as big as a sea of ​​ocean. The literary friends took pictures, but I avoided everyone and wanted to find a place to taste the water of a reservoir.

When there is no way to do it, I have to ask for help from the lecturer who led us. She asked me if I had drunk "Nongfu Spring"? I said that I had drunk. She said that some bottled water was poured from this deep water cave. I was very astonished. The commentator stunned me: "A few days ago, a group of reporters from Beijing came to accompany them, and there were water experts. After the experts tested, the water in the reservoir was connected to the embankment. The water of the class, the water of the heart of the library, is still the best kind of water quality - this kind of excellent water quality has been kept for six years." Then she talked to me about the efforts and sacrifices to protect the water quality of the Danjiangkou: Since 2003, more than 300 smelting and papermaking enterprises have been shut down and transferred on both sides of the main canal. Now the water source protection circle is more than 3,000 square kilometers.

I only talked to the lecturer about water, and I forgot everything - when I turned to find friends, I found that they had reached the end of the dam. We will leave the Danjiangkou and go to the source of the Han River in southern Shaanxi. It takes six or seven hours to travel from Hubei to Shannan Road. After the excitement, most of the literary friends fell asleep because of physical difficulties.

I was awakened by the laughter in the car - the original young literary friends such as Zhao Lihong, Li Hui, Liu Qingbang, etc. are telling their love words: 5 o'clock the next morning after coming to Fuyang, these few The writer who wants to get close to Hanshui actually put on a swimsuit and performed a move to cross the Han River. Zhao Lihong from Shanghai and Liu Qingbang from Beijing, after the tour, praised the water of the Han River more than the water of Beijing and Shanghai. I want to participate in the joyful laughter in the car - but in the end, when I am old, I don't have a loud voice, so I can only whisper my feelings to Hanshui to the friends around me: "I won't Swimming, but also tasted the deliciousness of Hanshui. I tasted a few taps at Nanhu Hotel. This is not a novelty - the novelty is that the collecting group only I drank the holy water of the Han River."

"Holy water? You are not talking about your dreams?" The literary friend beside me asked me inexplicably.

I said humorously and humorously: "Hanjiang holy water prefers the elderly. You all remember the fact that we traveled to the mountains of Hanshui. In order to take care of the oldest of the wind-collecting groups, I specially opened a car and sent me to the deer gate in the mountains. Temple. This is the place where the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran was a young man. He once left the famous poems of "Chunxiao" to the descendants. I read this poem from adolescence and thus aroused the literary dream. Although I was very admired by Meng Haoran, I don't know him. It’s the people of Xiangyang—you can go to his homeland and look for his shadow. The heart is very excited...”

"Have you drunk the water there?" Wenyou asked me.

"Let you guess, I drank the water from Lumen Temple!"

He said: "Can't you call its water holy water?"

"Do you listen to me? Going into this monastery, I just met a monk and used a bucket to raise water at the mouth of the cave. I told the old lady that I wanted to drink a bit of water that you hit. Put the bucket down and put your hands together and say to me: 'The donor, the water in this cave, is it that you are not used to drinking in the city?' I said: 'This Lumen Mountain water should belong to the Han River water system, I am in Nanhu When I stayed at the hotel, I had already drunk the water in the faucet...'"

The old man showed a smile, but did not agree with my request, but with a finger pointed to another small jug hanging next to the cave, let me do it myself. The driver who sent me to Lumen Temple, grabbed the jug and took the water from the spoon in the cave. I sipped my neck and drank it: "You think, the poem of the millennium ago, Meng Haoran, who has been cooking here for many years, must have drunk. The water in this cave; now the monks in the monasteries use their water to make their Zen food, calling it holy water, isn't it right?"

The friend smiled and said a literary jargon: "You are really literate imagination..."

In fact, I only tell him half of my heart, and the other half belongs to the metaphysical system. My birth is a water life, and has an instinctive attachment to water: I drank the water of life at Lumen Temple; when I climbed the Wudang Mountain, I climbed the waist of the mountain because I climbed the golden temple of my peak and surpassed my physical strength. In the place where the water dripped under the cliff, I tasted the water of Wudang. The move also induced a courtesy that the literary friends did not receive - a calligrapher wearing a Taoist clothes, gave me one of his ink treasures, and only wrote a big "fun" word, which means When I am prompted to enter the age of my life, I am living for happiness.

Water - again water. Whether it is Lumen Temple or the water of Wudang Mountain, its roots are inseparable from the mighty Hanshui, so I feel deeply worthwhile. I know the weight of water on the Chinese nation. It is the blood flowing in a country. Nowadays, many provinces are in a state of water shortage. As a Chinese, they should pay attention to the water, so the waist wrapped around the bag to Hanshui - I did not expect What is true is that Hanshui is so passionate and will travel more than a thousand kilometers to the north of the anemia.

Until two days later, the long-distance journey back to Xiangyang - I can be described as a cultural water lover who touched the entire Han River. Therefore, in the farewell dinner with Xiangyang, the 81-year-old I sang high and high again, in order to express a literary man’s unforgettable feelings of Hanshui...