Dream Travel Puzhehei

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Puzhehei

There has always been a dream, when can I go to such a place, where I can think about everything and don't think about anything, look at the scenery without distractions, talk freely in my sleep, and live a fairy-like life.

On that day, I received a letter from Guo Shaolong, chairman of the Yunnan Qiubei Federation of Literary and Art, and an invitation letter for the "First Chinese Writer Puzhehei Leisure Travel Pen Meeting" was like a dawn, which made me see the hope of my dream come true. Puzhehei, a fairyland hidden in the southeast of Yunnan with many peaks, clear water and fragrant lotus, is it not called a place suitable for dreaming and living like a fairy by Lei Pingyang, a famous poet and deputy editor in chief of Dianchi Lake magazine! The place where the gods live is often in a remote place, and Puzhehei is no exception. I took a bus from the spring city of Kunming. After a long journey of seven hours, I finally arrived at Qiubei County in Wenshan Prefecture in southeastern Yunnan. I really started my dream journey.

Puzhehei, to be precise, is a famous scenic spot in Yunnan with karst lakes, karst caves, solitary peaks, ethnic customs and cultural resources, about 13 kilometers away from Qiubei County. The hospitable leader of the Qiubei Federation of Literature and Art sent a skilled driver, Mr. Zhang, to pick him up. To be honest, I really didn't know the meaning of the strange place name "Puzhehei" before I came here. In the car, I couldn't wait to ask the hospitable teacher Zhang, and only then did I know that "Puzhei" is the Sani language of the Yi nationality, which means "a place with a lot of fish and shrimp". It is said that there is another more poetic explanation, which can be extended to "the place where happy growth". A can grow happy, that is how a good place, a person infinite reverie and longing. I was happily recoil teacher Zhang's words when the SUV suddenly turned a corner and a piece of green appeared in front of me. I a tingling, the in the mind "oh" 1, thought the car direction failure into a huge lotus pond. But the SUV, like a fast horse running out of the rein, did not stop its hoof and continued to run forward in the endless green lotus. Teacher Zhang saw me surprised and told me that both sides are wild lotus flowers known as living fossils. The car was walking through the green, and the lotus flowers on both sides were like beautiful women standing in a graceful position, welcoming me, a visitor from afar. Perhaps lotus is not rare in our Jiangnan water village, but it can be said to be very rare on the plateau with an altitude of more than 1400 meters.

When you come to Puzhehei, you will see the beautiful landscape and pastoral scenery, blue sky and white clouds; green mountains and clear water; green lotus and red flowers ...... Here, there is a beautiful sky in Lhasa, a mountain better than Guilin, a clear water in the West Lake, and a lotus more than the south of the Yangtze River. It is really a well-known fairyland on earth. That night, under the careful arrangement of the Wenshan Prefecture Literary Federation, the Qiubei County Propaganda Department and the leaders of the County Literary Federation, we went to an ancient village where the Sanni people lived called Xianrendong. The natural environment of Qixiu ancient secluded, water and heaven, the original folk customs, especially the sani song and dance specially performed for us, opened my eyes. The most memorable thing for me is the love song duet, "Sing if you say you want to sing, and go down the river if you say you want to fish. As long as my little sister and brother are right, the sun goes down the hillside." What excites me most is to learn folk dance with the local villagers of Sani who are good at singing and dancing around the bonfire lit by myself. Soon, the performance entered the get-together, and the get-together turned into a carnival. Everyone learned the unique dancing posture of the Sanni and twisted their waists. In such a passionate scene, all the people are immersed in it, so relaxed and free, I also like a different person, to the beat of the music to dance and hum. All of a sudden, the carnival crowd was in a mess. I felt that my face had been wiped by something. I turned my head and saw a Sandy jade hand shaking over my shoulder. Then I saw that behind me was a young little sister of Sani. Looking at the people present fleeing and laughing, I knew it was wrong. When I touched my face with my hand, I found that there was a lot of black and gray on my face. I don't know whether it is resentment or joy, I said harshly in my heart: you bad sister, let me wipe it back! I suddenly woke up, this may be heard of "wipe the face", hurriedly went to the campfire to find black ash. But when I came back with a handful of black ashes, the little sister of Sani had already swam into the sea of joy like a fish.

It is said that the "face-wiping" of the Sanni people has a history of more than 1000 years. It is a ceremony held to defeat demons and make good luck. In the past, people used pot ash not only to smear people's faces, but also to smear people's whole bodies. The more they were smeared, the more black they became, and the more auspicious they became. This reminds me of a joke that the famous writer Bian Yufang said when he was playing in Puzhehei. He said that Puzhehei is "ordinary workers are black". Yes, this explanation seems too straightforward and funny, but it is not without reason. The Sanni people advocate black, and the young man of Sanni is proud of being called Ahei. In the movie Ashima, which everyone knew in those days, the heroine Ashima's lover was also called Ahei. I suddenly have another interpretation of the name Puzhehei. Black is also a kind of beauty!

An early morning birdsong awakened me from last night's sweet dream to another new dream. In the morning light, the air is particularly fresh. Walking on the tree-lined path, it feels like entering a huge natural oxygen bar. On the way, I met Zhang Qingguo, the executive editor of Dianchi Lake, who returned from morning exercises. He also has a title of vice chairman of Yunnan Writers Association. This famous writer who is good at writing novels is like a master from the dream world in my mind. He has given me selfless advice in novel creation. That day, when talking about the creation of novels, he said, "The essence of novels is to remove the surface of life and reveal the essence of life." Teacher Zhang Qingguo is not only a good editor, but also a master of novels. I remember that his novella "Golden Painter" published in "People's Literature" in 2007, once published, it attracted the attention and heated discussions in the industry. This is a good work that can make people remember and think for a long time. The author tells us in the narration of the twelve days of physical life skillfully intercepting that even in the mysterious, dark and crisis-ridden life, there is still no lack of gentleness and dreams.

The dream journey continues. In Puzhehei, the most distinctive style is the water fight in the lake full of lotus flowers in Shuitianhe, which is called the Water Splashing Festival. First, prepare water guns, ladle pots and other weapons, put on a "bulletproof vest" for fear of water, and 5. six people in groups. Then take a small leaf boat from Pucaotang Wharf. As soon as the boat left the dock, the battle between the ship and the ship began. On that day, I was in a group with Lei Pingyang's son, Xiao Pang. For this water fight, he had been preparing for many days at a young age and was a little manic. Therefore, as soon as the boat set out, he stood on the bow of the boat, directing the "brothers" and shooting at the "enemy" with his gun. Han Xu, executive deputy editor-in-chief of "Everyone", was hit by a shuttle shot from Xiao Pang's pike and almost fell into the lake. The battle was extremely fierce, and the people on the "enemy" ship were not to be outdone. Both sides used all the "weapons" on the ship and hardly stopped during the 5-kilometer waterway. The sound of support, shouts, laughter, and splashing water merged into a symphony of water warfare, as if the melody of Beethoven's "Hero" echoed on the emerald lake. The battle lasted for more than two hours and finally came to an end, and the boat continued to move forward in the shimmering lake. At this time, the sun smiled from the clouds, and I followed its gaze and looked around. The scenery in front of me was beautiful: the distant mountains were like Dai, the near mountains were stacked with green, the lakes were shining, the clear water was in the sky, the village was wild, and the scenery was infinite. In the face of this quiet and beautiful scene, it seems that I heard another Beethoven symphony "Pastoral". The boating ferryman proudly told me that the crystal clear lakes here are a handful of crystal clear pearls scattered in Puzhehei from the source of the Pearl River rushing through southeastern Yunnan. The ship finally docked. When Chairman Shao Long saw that I was still not satisfied, he said: We Puzhehei, there is such a water-splashing festival almost every day all the year round. Welcome to come again next time! Is there a Water Splashing Festival every day? I didn't say it, but I didn't believe it. I thought he was talking in his sleep. Back to her place of residence, she met Ma Yanlin, the director of the editorial department of Frontier Literature, and asked her why she didn't go to fight a water fight. She said that she came here to fight a water fight one winter, which made her "surrender", so she didn't dare to fight any more. After hearing what she said, I felt ashamed of Chairman Shaolong. I suddenly realized that this is spring-like Yunnan, and the so-called winter must be very warm.

The dream-seeking journey is coming to an end. In just a few days in Puzhehei, in addition to watching the scenery, enjoying the lotus, playing with water, eating fish, drinking, and tasting spicy food, it is more of a person who has a dialogue with me in his heart, or, Brewing the next dream. The night before I left, I went to the spacious lawn by the lake and released a kongming lantern. I hope it will take my future dream, in the night sky of Puzhehei fairy tale, surrounded by stars, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther......