Text/Ma Zhijun
Prose travel notes
Teenagers on the side of Shiqisantai Haizi (Sailimu Lake)
( 1)
When we left, it was already late autumn, the wind was crooked, the weeds were tilted in one direction, and the waves of Haizi rushed to the shore. Several yellow ducks flew up and hurried down, watching our full carriages from time to time.
That summer vacation, the life of the three Haizibian cabins ended like this.
(2)
I went after my second uncle. The reason why I went to Santai Haizi was because Bo Er's rural brigade contracted an old wooden house next to Haizi to be renovated, so that herders can stay in the house for a warm night and have some milk tea or something when they change places in winter. In the present position, the house may be located on the side of the road a little far from the entrance to the tourist attractions in the west of Haizi. At that time, it meant' facing the sea'.
(3)
It was a lonely, yellowish ancient wooden building, leaning on the grass slope next to Haizi. Judging from the aging degree and complex structure of wood, it has been hundreds of years. Except for a thin layer of soil covered with weeds on the roof, other walls, doors and windows are made of logs. And to tear down and rebuild, it really needs a little superb technology.
And this, too, must belong to Erbo.
(4)
Bo Er is a carpenter in the team. He has no education, but there is nothing he can't do. He made carriages, ox carts, forks, shovels, windows, doors, basketball stands, and some generous wooden beams made of bricks and wood and covered with triangles (Pythagoras theorem); Also calculate the circumference (pie) of the wheel and analyze the relationship between diameters. The wooden spokes are well arranged and connected with the excircle to form a solid round wooden wheel, which really amazes the people and villagers around.
And I haven't figured it out yet. How can a countryman with no education work out something that has mathematical significance? It is said that those wheels can rotate on the ground for decades without cracking.
Perhaps because of his superb skills, the team dared to take on this complex craft sideline project.
(5)
My ancestors were a big family, and by the generation of uncles, uncles and fathers, the family business has been very prosperous. After the Revolution of 1911, Huiyuan City collapsed and the political, cultural and economic centers gradually moved to Suiding County (now Huocheng County). At that time, Liu Shu Lane outside the city was a well-known gathering place for Muslims, including oil mill, vinegar mill, sugar mill, bean curd mill, dim sum mill, fried dry goods mill, mill and vegetable farmers. Mainly for the dignitaries in the city. My grandfather is engaged in the transportation industry, running a carriage, mainly responsible for the county's public grain, which is sent to Dihua (Urumqi) in autumn, and then brought back cloth, tea, sugar, daily necessities and so on. And leave one or two empty cars to Jinghe to load salt, otherwise there will be a shortage in the city. It is said that it is about a month's journey from Shiwuma Station. Since autumn, I have to run two or three times a winter. Uncle Bo Er has followed him since he was a child. By the time he was fifteen or sixteen, he was already very independent, with more than a dozen carriages.
My grandfather died during the land reform, and the rich peasants' hat was put on uncle Bo Er's head. My father is a scholar, young, nothing. It is said that Bo Er worked as a township head for a period of time before the land reform. As for how I became a carpenter, I never got a chance to ask.
(6)
That summer vacation, I went from Yili to the county seat to see Bo Er. I was just loading a car in the team and going to Santai Haizi (Sailimu Lake). I just cried. Bo Er, we took a carriage with two apprentices, an old man with a moustache and a glib mouth who can cook, and a vice captain in the team. Bo Er told me about it in the car as soon as he arrived at Guozigou in Lucaogou. It is said that at that time it was all reeds and dirt roads, and now a large group of them are ancient cities. Because of their long spirit, they decided to go to the ancient city to eat more than half a catty (noodles). Then you have to turn over one (now near Cangyinggou) and two (now there is an exit at high speed) when you enter Guozigou. The road is steep and narrow, like a wooden bridge, extremely steep! Sometimes the horses of several cars are put in one car, and the horses are pulled up one by one. In the most cruel time, hemp money (copper coins) was broken in half, sandwiched in a whip, frozen and whipped down, and blood was all over the horse's back. After three or nine days, their heads are still steaming, and they can breathe a sigh of relief until three (Husai East Entrance). The journey from one station to another is a day. That's it. There are four, five or something. When I came back from Dihua, I said that as soon as I saw the pine tree (the leader of the pine tree), I knew I was coming to Guozigou and I was going home.
He spoke slowly, as if it were yesterday. It can be seen that he is a man with a high IQ. My second aunt has no children, so she loves her children very much, especially those who are sensible, blinking and smart. He has a great prejudice against his uncle's children, probably mainly because he is stupid and doesn't seem to be to his taste. Therefore, it is particularly biased towards me. He stared at my homework. There should be no spaces on the other line. The whole paper should be full, which makes me embarrassed. I often sweat at the tip of my nose. Just hold your breath and fill in two words, and then secretly erase them behind his back. He often gives me some guesses, such as: "3600 horses, 72 slots, how many horses can a slot tie?" In his view, this is a big problem that is difficult to solve because mathematics is too big. "You calculate, you calculate", and at that time I was in the fourth grade and could divide. I'll figure it out to be fifty.
"hmm? How did you come up with it? "
Hmm! Awesome! I'll give you another one. "
Forty-nine chickens and rabbits, one hundred paws underground. You calculate, you calculate, how many chickens and rabbits are there? You do the math, you do the math? '
Hmm? Can't figure it out? A chicken has two legs. The rabbit has four legs, and there are (a total of) one hundred legs on the ground! ? '
I didn't get it. I didn't get it all summer. It took a long time to figure it out. However, Bo Er was puzzled. In his view, this is much simpler than the previous large number.
Later, many years later, I entered the factory and became a worker. Suffering from my lack of knowledge, after studying philosophy, literature, advanced mathematics, calculus and partial differential equations, I suddenly remembered Bo Er's "Chicken Rabbit 49".
Oh! That's a binary linear equation in junior high school!
x+Y = 49； 4X+2Y = 100' is enough: y = 49-x; 4x+2(49+X)= 100； ; Y = 48x= 1
Ah! What a great operation! There is only one rabbit and forty-eight chickens!
I was both excited and surprised, admiring this catchy and wonderful question. It's amazing. You'll never guess. Too beside the point!
It's just an ancient chess that has been passed down through the ages
But I can't tell him anymore. Bo Er has been dead for many years.
(7)
It was a happy, unrestrained and sad time, with a little loneliness, worry, fantasy, helplessness and confusion of a teenager.
White waves like flocks of swans, wave after wave to the shore, to the lawn, to me:
Wow! Wow! "Wow-"
One or two meters high, flapping on the shore, sand and stone, my trouser leg, hurried back and uttered a' Li La'. Gravel on the shore, one by one, yellow, red and green, piled up a string of small sand beams with distinct lines, like ridges in the field. The sand pile was brightly illuminated by colorful lights.
I know that the waves are the result of the phenomenon of morning and evening, the gravity of the moon and the earth, and they are not like the dragon king spitting water as the moustached cook said.
The water in Haizi is sometimes blue and purple, as calm as a blue mirror, without a ripple, which makes people afraid to act rashly and make a noise. I also want to the far side, the side of Haizi. What's there? Is there a house occupied? What is in the middle of Haizi?
At that time, except me, the sea looked around and shouted, and there was nothing but silence, silence, loneliness and fantasy.
Sometimes I grope, take off my clothes, go down to Haizi, swim a few times, stretch a little every day, hit the dog and hit the plane, hold my breath, and my face swells like two eggs. Thinking of all the terrible stories of Haizi told by the old cook, I quickly climbed ashore in fear. I didn't want to go down any more, but I had a rest and got up the courage to try swimming in again.
When I am lonely, I often think of my neighbor's big sister with short hair who has been working somewhere. Her beautiful face, slender nose, shiny glasses and mysterious eyes have never been seen clearly. She often wears a pale white Changfeng coat and a wide drooping belt in winter, which is very chic. Always being stalked by a man. During the summer vacation near Sanhaizi, I sometimes shed tears and sigh at night, and I don't know why.
(8)
And every night after dinner, the old man who cooked began to tell some stories about three Haizi. Several Urus (Russian) water ghosts (divers)
I got into Haizi, was sucked in by a hole, and never came out. It is also said that the flood in Yili was caused by three Haizi, whose spring water is connected with dozens of springs in Houtan Park of Yili, and there will be a flood in Yili one day.
"The Hui people in Yili are very clever. They all live on the slopes of Liang Dong. They are very tall. Once the water comes, the bottom of Liang Dong is over! "
However, there was no flood in Yili. A few decades ago, the clever Hui people were guarding the dry Dongtuliang, which was short of water for decades. Once the horses and chariots were dusty, only the children's eyebrows were covered with small eyes under the dust. On rainy days, the horse pulls a scraper to scrape mud, like a yellow river.
He speaks with great interest and eloquence, especially at night, under the oil lamp, listening to the sound of Haizi beating the waves and the moonlight shining through the small window. Haizi turned out to be a prairie, a nest of cattle, sheep and horses. There are many springs. A woman washes dirty things in spring and floods overnight. The water turned and turned in the nest, getting bigger and bigger. The woman sat on the water, holding a dirty cloth in her hand, shaking and shouting, and her face was very scared. A Taoist priest passed by Santai and threw a stone at the woman, which became the island next to Santai.
"There is a temple on the island! The old man lives on that island. "
In fact, decades ago, a long time ago, there was a temple on the island. Once there was a Taoist who used ice roads in winter and boats in summer. This island really seemed to be thrown out by the waves!
It is said that Haizi has been called "clean sea" since then, and there is no room for any dirty things in it.
"Don't believe it? Do not believe that you are fanning (throwing) a dead chicken inside, and a wave will hit you! "
What the old man said is really a little true. In ancient times, this Haizi was called "the clean sea of the western regions", and there was really no dirt in it. Very clear. On the contrary, I saw a dead bird on the shore.
Tell me why the mountain behind our door is called Aikebatale Mountain. A long time ago, a baby passed by with Haizi on his back in his mouth. He was hungry. He was adopted by Bayi (the shepherd) here and released his horse from now on. One day, the baby saw a white seahorse coming out of Haizi and mating with a white mare, and he remembered it. After the mare gave birth to a white pony, she looked a little ugly. The baby will come back to his mouth in the future. Bayi gave him a lot of money, saying that you should choose the best fast horse in the herd. The baby chose an ugly little white horse. Bayi didn't understand, saying that this baby was too honest. A year later, the horse was so powerful that it traveled thousands of miles in the day and 800 miles at night, and was called' West Sea Tianma' by people. Even the emperor knew it, so he took it to ride.
Bo Er and I listened, fascinated, nodding from time to time to cater to, really too real and fresh. Bo Er has never expressed or refuted all this. He pays more attention to some realistic things, such as how to install roof beams tomorrow, how long the construction period is, and so on. That vice captain always listens to Bo Er and has great respect for Bo Er. His name is Jin Ming Brothers. Everyone in the village is called Bo Er, although Bo Er is a rich farmer, and sometimes he is dragged out for criticism!
(9)
That summer vacation, next to Haizi, the wooden house, to be exact, I didn't like the old man with a moustache, a bumpy face and red cheeks, but I couldn't find any reason to hate him, especially what he said seemed to be true!
"You enjoy this white radish, you eat it, it's crisp and dripping!"
I licked my tongue and felt like ginseng.
His breakfast is often late until about ten o'clock (Xinjiang time). Once, I was so hungry that I hid behind a wooden house and cried secretly, and Bo Er found me.
"I still when zha? Good job! Son doll! Why are you crying? Eat early tomorrow! Hey! "
Bo Er didn't mention it. Bo Er is a patient and dignified person, who seldom speaks directly to others. This is also related to his high head, often closing his lips and thinking about something with his eyes, which is tangent. He was in his fifties at that time.
Maybe everyone can't stand it, and the captain can't stand it, so he tells everything:
"Brother Scar" (maybe he has a scar on his body or something that has been caught, so that's why he has this name and nickname. )
"Your meal should be early! Hmm? Work hard! "
"The elder brother of the scar scar, simply change! Did you see me cooking? "
"Good, good, tomorrow morning!"
Old man Scar agreed and nodded. "Make it clear, make it clear!"
But the next day, everything is still long!
( 10)
I don't doubt that his story is mysterious, fluent and impeccable, but I can't prove the truth of his story. As a somewhat subtle legend, myth and beautiful content of the three Haizi, it is always better than nothing!
( 1 1)
A certain stage of life, or a certain point in the past, will leave some indelible memories, nostalgia, life, happiness or pain. And the longer it is, the clearer it is. Moreover, different people will have different feelings, experiences, understandings, practices and behaviors in the same situation and circumstances.
I didn't ask Bo Er for anything, only that I was too lonely, too bored and too lazy. It's not impossible for me to get a ride back or do something wrong.
At first, I was responsible for carrying two pots of spring water (or snowmelt water on the mountain) for pine trees from Bo Er to Banpo every day. Because Bo Er worships five times a day, he needs to clean himself with absolutely clean running water. Later, the old man's cooking water naturally became mine (Haizi is salt water). I traveled from one trip to another, filled with buckets, cans, cans and cans. This makes me very excited and energetic, just like having a paid job and sometimes sweating. It takes the old man at least an hour to carry water. It has also been well received and rewarded by everyone. I also helped them with a nail, a saw and a cup of tea. I feel extremely happy.
( 12)
That teenager, that summer vacation, was next to Santaizi. Although no one knows what he said, thought, loved, suffered, felt sad and longed for, he managed to leave a large sum of money.
( 13)
Many years later, when teenagers have grown up, Sailimu Lake in Sanhaizi has become an extraordinary tourist attraction, beautified like a woman with heavy makeup, and the wooden house has long since vanished. When teenagers come here, there are many people with the same heavy makeup, some with equipment and cameras, and some with red scarves thrown into the air.' 123! "jump!" People who jump into the air, aunts, uncles, boys and girls.
He looked at them:
He was silent, smiling, nodding, nodding, and smiling again and again.
He didn't say anything.
—— 2017101October 24-26, Wusun Ancient City, Harqin Banner.
—— May 28, 2022, Yining