Nightmare loess

3.8.1 Sweet Peach, Apricot and Plum

Early in the morning on the second day of the holiday, Liu Shuqing finished making arrangements for the stove, took two black steamed buns, picked two pieces of junk from Jianguang's clean sewer, put them in his pocket, and replaced them with his Auntie Jia Shunmao. The double-breasted jacket, went to Guotagou.

That day Hu Ganda came to announce that the team agreed to give the educated youth a vacation.Everyone cheered.Hu Ganda called Liu Shuqing to the other side of Jianpan, and said: "On June [-]th, the sheep slaughtering team, you rest. You have to work hard in these two days. Do you have any food and carbon? Do you want to go and collect it for a while?" trip."

Shuqing said: "It's full, let's talk about it after the holiday."

"Is there anything else?" Hu Ganda asked again.

Shuqing suddenly had an idea: "There is nothing (mà) on the stove. I want to ask (ha), what good places can we go near here?" After coming to Lengmiaogou for half a year, all I saw were barren mountains and ridges.Shuqing has a big heart, he faintly feels that he has not seen the whole picture of Lengmiaogou, and he is always looking forward to, that there should be better things in the "broad world".

Hu Ganda said: "Russia's good city baby, there is no place for you city people to play in this barren mountain and wild ridge, so take a good rest for two days!" Shuqing said unwillingly: "I'm not looking for the one to play Landlord, how can there be a secluded and beautiful place, so I can go for a stroll." Hu Ganda, who was about to knock back, turned around and stared at Shuqing for a while: "Do you really want to see the scenery?" Shuqing hummed .Old Hu smiled mysteriously: "Qingwazi, you are asking the right person, there is a beautiful scenery here, you may like it!"

Hu Ganda introduced Guotagou to Liu Shuqing with a mysterious, nostalgic, and admiring expression.That is another big ditch parallel to Lengmiaogou in the north of the village.The land is far away, and most of the land has only been fallow for one or half a year, so the village did not bring educated youth there to farm this year.For the educated youth, it was a mysterious and unfamiliar land.

Hu Ganda told Liu Shuqing that Guotagou was originally a village, and Hu Ganda was an old resident of this village.There are only a few families, but a lot of land.The slope is gentle and the ditch is wide, the grass is fertile and the trees are green, and the fruit trees are forested.Hu Ganda said: In the guota ditch: apples, pears, peaches, apricots, plums, everything is big and sweet. "You go now. The peaches, apricots, and plums in Guotagou are already ripe. I'm afraid a lot of them are rotten under the trees. It's a pity. You can pick and choose. You don't want to come back if you eat what you eat. You eat it. Peaches nourish people , hurt people with apricots, and bury people under plum trees, don’t hurt yourself by eating them!”

Hu Qiandao said regretfully: "There is no one in that village, and they all moved to Lengmiaogou. Once the water can't flow, it seems that the water has damaged my legs." Lao Hu patted his bowed hands shaped bowlegged.He also said: "It's a good place! You'll know when you go, I'm afraid you won't want to come back. Hey, there are wolves, come back early." Only then did Shuqing understand why Hu Ganda had such a serious bow-legged, walking two feet Turn your knees out, as if you were always half squatting.People in northern Shaanxi call Liuguaizi disease, which is commonly known as Kashin-Beck disease.There are also a few people in the village who walk like this, like the old man Tongsheng and Ma Dexin.

The day before yesterday, Yuan Bing and Xing Fei went up to Dongshan Mountain and almost planed the green grass on the top of Dongshan Mountain.Going to Guotagou today, I thought it would be better to go alone, because if there are too many people going, what will happen.If the place is really good, then call everyone over to play.Shuqing thought, and went on the road alone.

Why did Shuqing look for that secluded and beautiful place? On the one hand, Shuqing has always been honest and happy, and on the other hand, the suspension of sports and classes made Shuqing play wild. The car will go wherever it is, regardless of the distance or hunger.Shuqing is so cultivated that he becomes addicted to wild scenery.Yesterday, I went to Dongshan Mountain, but I couldn’t get enough of the beautiful scenery. I ran to the distant Guotagou without washing or rinsing. The hard life couldn’t stop him from yearning for nature.

To go to Guotagou, you have to go up Naopan Mountain, cross Xiguxian, then go north down Naopan Mountain, and go down to the bottom of the ditch along the buckwheat slope.When I went out, I heard from the scholar that Geng Si went to Naopan Mountain alone to see the big willow tree.The first half of the trip was on the same road, Shuqing originally wanted to follow along, and also went to see the big willow tree.After chasing for a few steps, I saw Geng Si walking unhurriedly in the distance, as if he had something on his mind.Shuqing knew that Geng Si had a heavy heart, and he refused to let Xiucai accompany him, presumably because he wanted to relax alone.He didn't chase anymore, and climbed up the mountain unhurriedly behind.After passing Xiguxian, Geng Si left the road and pedaled towards the top of Naoban Mountain.Shuqing looked at Geng Si's back, and silently wished him relief from the depression in his heart.I went down Xiguxian alone.

After passing Xiguxian and going down to the Buckwheat Slope, I suddenly felt that my horizons had broadened a lot.Buckwheat slope is a large gentle slope, the same kind of "slope" land as the south slope of Qiangou, but wider and gentler than the south slope of Qiangou.The slope extends slowly from Naoban Mountain to the bottom of the ditch, which seems to be three or four miles away, and the bottom of the ditch is so far away that the scenery is indistinct.Shuqing was surprised: what a big slope!On the left is Beimaozi, and on the right extends far to the root of Zhubei Ridge.Shuqing thought that this was probably the most gentle and open slope in the land to which Lengmiaogou belonged.In the newly abandoned wasteland, some sparse grain grasses, buckwheat with red stalks, green pea seedlings, and purple wormwood grow, forming a grassland scene.Shuqing thought, if he could ride a horse and gallop on this slope (it turns out later that this place used to be a horse farm), it must be a very pleasant thing.All the way down the gentle slope, not steep or bumpy, not tired, surrounded by empty, quiet, cheerful mood, although brisk, it took more than half an hour to go down to the bottom of the ditch.

There is a depression at the bottom of the ditch, which is full of taro seeds (thin poles like reeds) as tall as a person.The water in the depression is shallow and muddy.Going around the depression, I saw a small stream quietly flowing out of the back ditch.Walk along the stream to the back ditch.There are more and more trees on both sides of the stream, and they are full of fruit trees. Pears and apples are hanging on the branches like small bells. Go inside and look for the most delicious peaches, apricots, and plums that Hu Ganda said.

Aha, no need to look for it!A thick peach tree branch is blocking the road.The branches are full of big red and soft peaches, and the ground is full of rotten peach mud.Shuqing couldn't wait to reach out and pick the ripe red peach from the tree, put it in his mouth, it was sweet, honey, soft, full of fragrance, just about to bite, the juice overflowed his mouth.Two or three mouthfuls spit out the core, and then picked another one.Shuqing hasn't tasted sweetness for more than half a year, all day long is bran noodles, bitter sweet lettuce, and sometimes even salt.To Shuqing, such a sweet and soft fruit is like the Monkey King entering a peach garden. He eats it one by one, eating the whole thing at first, and then takes a bite of the sweetest part. just dropped it.There were no good peaches to pick from the branches blocking the way, so I climbed up the tree as soon as I kicked my legs.This old peach tree is huge, but not very tall. It is less than the height of a person and has branches everywhere.There are lush branches and leaves around it, surrounded by countless big peaches, all kinds, soft, hard, green, crisp, honey, sweet, sour, come and go with your hands, open your mouth and leave, let them choose , ruined.Before I knew it, my mouth was sour and my stomach was swollen, and I couldn't eat anymore.

Get down the tree and go forward, aha, big apricot!The ground is full of rot.The apricot branch seems to be eager for you to taste it, and it stretches straight to your mouth. The big golden apricots are tempting. If you pick one and take two bites, it is ripe and rotten, sweeter than peaches, and crisp, and you will be intoxicated.This apricot is also huge, and the stomach is too bloated to eat a few.Shuqing lost the eagerness to try new things just now, pushed aside the apricot branches and walked forward again.

After bypassing a few apricot trees, and only a few steps away, bunches of bright red plums stand in front of my eyes.When I stepped forward to smell the incomparable fragrance, a strange aroma came to my nostrils, completely different from peach and apricot, I picked it off and took a few bites, I felt strangely sweet, but my stomach was so full that I couldn't swallow it anymore.Seeing a stone shell, the stream flows from above, overflowing and overflowing.Shuqing squatted down and took a few sips, it was cool and tranquil, without any peculiar smell.

Eating and drinking, the mood is particularly good.Shaded by trees, the brook murmured, strolling towards the back ditch.The ground was as soft as a blanket, only to find that in addition to mulch, fallen leaves, and fruit puree, it was covered with a thick layer of petals, red, pink, and white scattered on the surrounding paths, hillsides, and tree trunks.It is conceivable that in spring, here must be a pink world, with flowers all over the trees and petals all over the sky, and when the wind and rain come, it will be "colourful" and the flowers will fall all over the ground.Shuqing is a scholarly family, and he reads no fewer books than a scholar. This "falling flowers and colorful" is the original sentence of "Peach Blossom Spring", and Shuqing has memorized it by heart.When she saw Bao Xin'er at Shunmao's house, she told Xiaoyun that she felt that Daiyu was reborn, which shows that she had secretly read the Red Chamber.Now seeing the petals all over the ground again, Shuqing ridiculed that Daiyu would have to exhaust her when she came, how could so many petals be buried.Shuqing chuckled and shook his head.

3.8.2 Silent mountain village

Going forward, the creek bends, a stone slab is built on the creek as a bridge, and the stone steps are just across the bridge. The stream falls from a big stone beside the steps, forming a small waterfall with a splash.Shuqing was about to blurt out: "Small bridge, flowing water, people...," thinking, don't worry, I haven't seen "others" yet.

Climbing up the stairs, a straw archway stands in front of the eyes: a bowl of thick tree poles is erected on both sides of the road, with a herringbone-shaped canopy on the pole, and a thin board on the bottom, which can be identified by stopping.Turning the back, it's the same, I can't see what is written, I don't want to bother.After crossing the archway, there is a lye bank on the left, and there is a lye bank on the left, and a row of courtyard walls stretches back, with adobe, stone barriers, and fences, the height of half a person.The courtyard is covered by big trees, vines are twined on the fence, and petunias are blooming.The walls, courtyards and roads are also sprinkled with petals.Clusters of white flowers were still swaying on the top of the adobe wall, exuding a pungent fragrance, which Shuqing thought was very similar to the Zeberry Auntie Shunmao mentioned.The walls are not high, and the courtyard can be seen unobstructed through the partition walls.Under the cliff in each courtyard, the cave dwelling looks like a milling seat, and the fence is empty. Straw and grain leaves are still hanging on the crooked storage racks. .The windows are intact, the yellowed window paper is rarely damaged, and there is still a pile of dust under the broom leaning on the window. There are also a few red peppers and white garlic braids hanging here and there.There was no cooking smoke, no cocks crowing and dogs barking, and the sun shone on the windows of the cave, as if the owner of the cave was taking a nap, quietly without a sound.

Shuqing looked up, and the cliffs and high slopes to the north stood behind the village like a barrier.

Seeing this scene, Shuqing said leisurely in his heart, "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely".Shuqing sneered at himself, shook his head and thought: "Educated youth Liu Shuqing, come here to enjoy the scenery, the small bridge and clear water, and welcome you behind closed doors." While admiring the scenes in the courtyards, he walked quietly along the path outside the courtyard wall. Walking to the back of the ditch, it seemed that someone was really sleeping in the kiln and didn't want to be disturbed.In any case, Shuqing did not want to regard the scene of these villages as a deserted village, so bright, so serene, with the breath of life everywhere.If Hu Ganda hadn't explained the situation here to him in advance, he wondered if he would have entered the courtyard and asked for a bowl of water?

3.8.3 Shandandan flower

After a short walk, leave the courtyard wall and follow the rushing stream into the back ditch.Running from east to west, it is about ten feet wide, with loess cliffs on both sides of the ditch.The noon sun illuminates the ditch brilliantly through the bushes on the cliff.The bottom of the ditch is flat, with "delicious grass" and long green grass. It is soft and slippery when you just step on it.Looking carefully, it turns out that the water in the creek in front comes out of the grassland, gathers at the mouth of the ditch, flows by the alkali bank, and falls over the bridge to form a small waterfall.In fact, there is not water everywhere in the grass.Instead, there is a stream of water hidden in the grass in the east and west, or a wetland is spilled out, or it is simply a small bowl-like puddle, and a few bubbles emerge from the bottom of the puddle like ghosts.The blades of grass and moss are shiny and nodding in the breeze with water droplets.A very small kingfisher with thin legs, thin neck, and thin beak, jumping but not flying, scurrying and screaming in those water streams, wetlands, and small depressions, like playing a piccolo.

Going east into the ditch, Shuqing walked down the dry cliff on the right.After walking a few steps, a red line appeared under the cliff root, hiding behind the grass blades, and secretly stretched out sharp, broken petals, bright red, bright red, so red that people were enchanted, Shuqing stopped breathing in surprise: Shandandan!so much!

The famous flower in northern Shaanxi that was later sung in songs and spread by word of mouth was not very popular among educated youths and suffering people in those days.When the educated youth came to this high slope with misty loess, they couldn't find any bright colors, so they complained in the field:

"It's not beautiful, it's all yellow."

The sufferer was not happy to hear this, so Youcai said, "Look at that orchid flower!"

"Too plain and elegant, are there bright ones?" Wen Li said.

"Frangipani!" The sufferers said together: "It's beautiful, it's gorgeous! It's so red that you squint your eyes!"

Praise learned that Qingxin was itchy, but he couldn't find the flower.

It was the old man Demao who had seen the world and said that people who suffer from eggs on the roots are called "egg flowers".When Demao was in the army, he heard that some intellectuals who came to northern Shaanxi loved this flower so much that they made it into a song. The eggplant flower gradually became famous and had a cultural name: Shandandan flower.The educated youth know that Shandandan is a famous flower in northern Shaanxi, and they are looking for it endlessly.

"Cough, I'm panicking about Shandandan flowers. Those flowers don't grow on the dry beams, on the barren land, or on the sunny slopes of Yangmaozi. They only grow in the old wasteland that hasn't bloomed in decades. Back slopes, back cliffs, back depressions, and fertile soil can only be found when the soil is wet. How many such plots are there now?" The old man Demao squinted at the yellow distance with his cigarette pot in his mouth.

In spring, the fields are dug and planted on Fangjingyu Miaozi.Shuqing was suddenly in a hurry, so he dragged the two women to find a convenient place.There were a lot of people in the field that day, men, women, old and young, stretching north and south on the maozi, digging out the ground with a wide hoe unique to northern Shaanxi, there is no place for people to avoid from south to north on the maozi.The two women took Shuqing down Beimaoyan.

Maozi is a ridge extending from the mountains. The long tongue-like extension on the mao is relatively gentle and suitable for farming.There are steep slopes under and on both sides of the peak.These steep slopes are also different. Some slopes are steep but flat like a mirror, like the south slope of Jiutangou Seed Valley. This kind of land is easy to cultivate, and the suffering people can cultivate it at will; some slopes are pits. The depressions are uneven and the ridges and diameters are interlaced, making it inconvenient to cultivate, and many of them are abandoned.It was this kind of slope that the second woman pulled Shuqing down that day, and it was a back slope.Fangjingyu Mats run from east to west, high in the east and low in the west, with a steeple on the west side, and the slopes are narrow, which is not suitable for burdock.At this time, the human line for digging the ground has already dug a section from the tip of the mountain to the east.The second woman and Shuqing slid down the slope, and when they looked up, they could still see figures of women digging out the ground on the edge of the mound.Rolled sideways into a dorsal hollow.I don’t know what kind of natural action under the loess slope often forms a semi-circular bowl-shaped bay pit, surrounded by loess walls in an arc shape on three sides, not too high, and one side opens outward, like a huge shrine. Wa", if you open your mouth to the sun, it means "Yang Wa", and if you back the sun, it means "Back Wa".This kind of terrain is not convenient for the production team to work collectively, and most of them have been abandoned.That day the second woman and Shuqing rolled into this kind of back depression that had been left unused for many years.This back depression is different from other abandoned lands. Although it has been abandoned for many years, it is not full of the annoying wormwood that is as tall as a person. seal up.Shuqing didn't care about the pain from the fall, and hurried to the innermost wall, unbuttoned his pants and squatted down, closed his eyes and felt happy...

As soon as I opened my eyes, a leaf with a red tip was exposed, and the green grass was pushed away, and a few red petals hid directly in the grass blades, the red was refreshing, and the red was dazzling.Shuqing hurriedly called the second woman over, the second woman was actually not in a hurry, even if she liked to play with the educated youth, she used an excuse to rest for a while.Seeing the flower Shuqing was pointing at, he yelled: "Tangdanhua! You are so lucky." Hearing this, Shuqing didn't dare to blaspheme, so he quickly moved to the Spike to deal with it, put on his belt and came back to take a closer look .Since I arrived in northern Shaanxi, yellow is everywhere. I have never seen such a bright red color. It is not the kind on drawing paper or cloth, but that kind of bright and active color, which shocks the vision and refreshes the heart.Shuqing later thought, either he came to northern Shaanxi, or he had never seen this red in his life, and it was imprinted in his heart, and he would never forget it.

Back on the hill, Shuqing told the educated youths that he had seen Shandandan, and they all ran to see it.An angry Baojing scolded her mother: "The ancestors of Japan, an egg flower, which is rare for children in these cities, can warm eggs." When Wen Li came back, she called her beautiful, and said it was a pity that Xinhua hadn't seen her.On the one hand, Xinhua was sick, and on the other hand, he was cultivating fruit trees, so he did not go to the field with the big gang.After hearing this, Yuan Bing didn't say a word, ran, and dug up the Shandandan flower by the roots. There were only three thin red petals, with a small carrot-shaped root attached to it and some broken eggs. There are many fibrous roots.The second woman also brought back a pile of soil with a pickaxe, and Wen Li hurriedly hugged the roots of the Shandandan flower with a white sheep belly towel and soil.The educated youths were all like the stars holding the moon, one by one they were sent belt ropes, straw hats, tin pots of water, even watered and covered, and they were covered with parcels with all their hands and feet.The old man Demao saw him and sighed: "What a crime, what a crime..." He shook his head and left.

I took it back and showed it to Xinhua, and I liked it very much.Putting it on the window sill is not good, it is too dry; putting it in an outer kiln is not good, it is too dry.I heard that it likes the shade and the sun, so it was planted in the half-collapsed waste kiln next to the sheepfold.There is enough sheep manure and water, and I come to take care of it every two days.The redness still faded, the petals scattered, and the flower branches withered.Xinhua now attaches great importance to every living object, not to mention the Shandandan flower she likes so much, she is very sad.

The old man Demao came to sit in the kitchen again that night.Ask about Shandan Danhua?

"Dead. Is there any way to keep it alive?"

"No one has ever planted it alive. When I was a soldier, I planted it in the yard of the head of the central government. It died in less than two days, and the head will not let it be planted again." We from northern Shaanxi miss our home!"

Suddenly, he began to hum in a half-baby and half-singing voice: "You can't roll a piece of wool into a felt, and people from northern Shaanxi can't be officials. You don't go anywhere, just think about the kiln that was born in Russia and the mountains that raised Russia!" De Mao hummed sympathetically. rap.It reminds everyone of Demao's experience in fighting the Yellow River as a soldier and running back again.After he stopped singing, Demao said again:

"You are all people who are going to do great things. If anyone sees a living frangipani outside of northern Shaanxi in the future, please pray to me, and I will go to see if I am a ghost (hà)." Standing up, shaking the back The old sheepskin jacket, walked back, and roared:

"The mountain eggs and flowers are blooming on the back,

The red grid is gorgeous and it is ashamed to see people.

You can't go to the sedan chair if you are killed.

Tied to the kang and slammed into one's arms to death. "

After listening to Demao's rap, Xinhua was more sad than anyone else, and understood that what Demao was talking about was not a legend, but a hymn to life.burst into tears.When Yuan Bing saw it, he said distressedly, "Listen to his nonsense, he is just a deserter. Next time I see it, I will dig you another big flower with all its roots and roots."Xinhua loudly shouted: "Don't dig, and no one who sees it is allowed to dig again..."

Liu Shuqing actually saw so many Shandandans in Guotagou!He stopped breathing in surprise.Ever since I saw the Shandandan plant in Fangjingyu Maozi, I have never seen that flower again, but the red color always appears in my dreams.Unexpectedly, there is a thread of safflower here, countless in number, hiding under the cliff root, enjoying the silence silently.It rejects the sunshine, avoids the blowing of the wind, and secretly unfolds its small pointed red petals under the shadow, making the shaded place glow.Shuqing remembered the old man Demao's rap and Xinhua's sad cries, he didn't dare to touch them, took back his steps, squatted down, looked at them from a distance, held his breath, and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of scaring them away .Xin said: "My darling, this is your forever home, I will not disturb you!" Then, she turned her body and eyes elsewhere.

3.8.4 Taohuayuan

There are no weeds in the ditch, only green long-leaf grass.On the other hand, there are overgrown bushes on the cliff, and the top cannot be seen.Just about to walk a few steps forward, a small round animal stared at Shuqing with a pair of bulging eyes. Shuqing didn't move, and it didn't move either, just looking at it eye to eye.Tired of watching, Shuqing shifted his gaze.Only then did it slowly move its limbs, swagger towards the left cliff root, and hide behind the bushes.I wanted to follow, but there were a few thorn balls blocking the way, and a few hedgehogs were sleeping curled up there.

There are some noises on the cliffs on the left and right, and some small heads, small ears, and sharp mouths are exposed from time to time.Secretly spying on this unexpected guest.

A few steps further in, the grass is dry and the streams are gone.Come to the palm of the ditch, the shadows of the trees are whirling.Shuqing was dazed and lay down on his back on the grass.An unknown bird chirped cheerfully on the cliff, not the piccolo, but the metal-like crisp sound.On the cliff on the left, a branch protruded, and a pair of big birds stood, not a huge eagle, but a falcon the size of a magpie, against the blue sky, with a healthy posture, turning their heads and staring at the bottom of the ditch. little man.

Looking at the clear blue sky on the cliff, the green branches and leaves on the cliff, listening to the wonderful birdsong, I am getting better and better, and I am getting hazy when I am groggy.A little bit of cool wetness slid across his face and nose, and he opened his eyes.The two little wolf cubs were licking themselves, so they quickly sat up, looked around, and remembered Hu Ganda's instructions, for fear that the lame old wolf was nearby.The two cubs were obviously the mother wolf who had been away for a long time, and was so hungry that she came out of the cave to look for food.A little wolf cub was sucking Shuqing's finger, it was cool, sharp and itchy.Shuqing took out the black-faced buns he brought, chewed the buns in his mouth, mixed them with the haggis he brought, and held them in his hands. The two little wolf cubs seemed to be very hungry, and they swallowed them up in a few mouthfuls. .The two little things ran to the front of the stream and drank a bellyful of water, and ran back to rub and smell Shuqing.One has a white spot on the forehead, which is very cute. I touched it with my hand, but refused to let it go. I rubbed it on the trouser leg a few times, turned around happily, and ran back to the palm of the groove.If you look closely, there is a small road in the palm of the valley, which leads to the top in a zigzag shape on the cliff slope.Two little wolves lay at the intersection and looked at him.Going up the road, I found a miniature pavilion among the green onions, with four trees standing upright, the roof of the shed, the four corners of which exposed wooden rafters and cornices, and four wooden benches were nailed underneath.Dead wood and dry grass, without any color, if you don't look carefully, you really miss this beauty in the sky.The small pavilion in the cliff is really poetic and picturesque. I am so happy that the willow trees are green and happy. Sitting on the bench in the pavilion, watching the scenery in the ditch, I want to recite poems.

The wolf cubs down below grow louder, and the sunset sets in the west, calling for their mother to come back.Suddenly, I remembered Hu Ganda's reminder that the lame female wolf is very powerful in Lengmiaogou, thinking that it is still dangerous to go alone on this dead-end cliff, so I have to leave early.He didn't know that the female wolf was on the way back at this time, passing by Guziwa, and ran into a beam blocking the sheep, and the two "people" were looking at each other and getting familiar with each other.Shuqing turned around and went down the cliff, slowly walking out of the ditch.The sun is westward, and the sun shines directly into the palm of the ditch from the mouth of the ditch, making the ditch much brighter than before.The water droplets on the grass reflect a little bit of light, and the stream under the grass is also scaled and fluctuating, and the green of the ditch is more verdant.I don't know when, the bustle just now disappeared in the ditch, the birds didn't sing, and the little animals didn't know where to hide.Shuqing smiled and said, do they also take a nap?Quiet, only the gurgling of the stream.Shandandanhua hid under the cliff and swayed gently, as if she didn't want Shuqing to leave.Shuqing wanted to linger too much, but didn't dare to stay for long.After leaving Hougou, walking past the alkaline bank of the village, and coming to the foot of the memorial archway and the side of the small bridge, the fruity aroma of peaches, apricots and plums came to the nostrils again.

Shuqing suddenly had a thought: Without this sport, without this going to the countryside, without that kitchen, wouldn't it be fun to live here, away from the hustle and bustle and get rid of worries.Isn't this... that's the "Peach Blossom Spring"! ?Read it in middle school textbooks!Shuqing took a stone, moved a stone slab and placed it on the side of the stone bridge, and scratched the five characters "My Peach Blossom Spring" on the stone slab.

The author has something to say:

Guotagou is the most beautiful scenery in this work. The author used a lot of pen and ink to describe its orchards, small bridges and flowing water, quiet villages, beautiful Shandandan, the paradise-like Hougou and those free little animals ( including pups of female wolves).This is the beautiful scenery that the author saw with his own eyes in northern Shaanxi, and it is also the dream of "Peach Blossom Spring" that the author admires most in this work, but it was destroyed in the end. This is the greatest tragedy of this work.