Chapter 515 A small station deep in the Qinling Mountains
It is mid-March. This afternoon, the weather is beautiful and the sun is warm. The Qin Provincial Writers Association held a meeting, and the directors in Xijing and some members of the Writers Association attended the meeting.
Of course Fang Minghua, Lu Yao, and the vice-chairmen of the Writers' Association had to attend. Chen Zhongshi did not come. He took leave and stayed at his hometown in Bailuyuan, still revising the second draft of "Bailuyuan".
Jia Pingwa, who rarely misses meetings, did not attend the meeting either. I heard that she was preparing a novel at home and was imitating Chen Zhongshi and would not stop until she wrote it.
The main content of the meeting is to listen to the work report of the Writers Association last year by Hu Cai, chairman of the Writers Association. The specific work of the Writers Association this year will be discussed and approved by everyone. It's the same old thing every year, nothing new.
At noon, the Writers Association provided meals to the participating members, including a bowl of braised meat and steamed buns for themselves.
Fang Minghua didn't go home either. After having dinner with everyone, he went to his office, took a chair and sat in the yard to bask in the sun.
It would be nice to have a yard in this weather.
But I am about to own it. The small building in Chaoyangmen has now entered the renovation stage and will be completed by the end of May. Then I will leave it for another summer and move in in October.
In autumn, you can drink tea and enjoy chrysanthemums in the yard and spend your days leisurely.
Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
Hey, this life is so beautiful!
Fang Minghao was just thinking wildly when he saw a person approaching, it was Lu Yao.
"Brother Lu, come and bask in the sun, I will bring you a chair." Fang Minghua greeted.
"No, Minghua, do you want to go around the Tianhan area?" Lu Yao asked.
“Going to Tianhan?”
“Yes, it is March in spring, and the spring scenery in Tianhan is beautiful. There are birds singing and flowers everywhere, and the rapeseed flowers are blooming, so beautiful! And! Someone provides free room and board”
Free?
Free things often have traps, and Fang Minghua couldn't help but be wary.
"Who invited you? Why is it free?"
Lu Yao told the whole story.
It turned out that there was a person named Xu Yue who raised his own funds to establish a publication "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature". However, due to poor management, he faced a loss crisis, so he contacted several factories in Tianhan to write a Earn some sponsorship fees by writing reportage.
But the manufacturer made a request that a famous person must be found to write it. First, he could write well, and more importantly, he must have a sensational effect. Xu Yue happened to know Lu Yao, so he approached Lu Yao and asked him to go to Tianhan.
Lu Yao thought that he was idle at home, and his friend strongly invited him, so he agreed.
"This Xu Yue is also a member of our Qin Provincial Writers Association. He once worked as an editor at Yanhe magazine for a period of time, but he left in the early 1980s. You hadn't come to the magazine at that time, so you don't know him." Lu Yao explained.
That’s it!
Fang Minghua was moved after hearing this.
I have long heard of the name of Little Jiangnan in the northwest. I have stayed in Qin Province for almost ten years and have only passed by it a few times by train on the way, but I have never really visited it.
It’s better to go there in the spring than to be bored.
Now Song Tangtang is busy preparing for the filming of "The Ordinary World". He leaves early and comes home late. He is almost alone.
But
"Brother Lu, they invited you but didn't invite me, how can I have the nerve to go?" Fang Minghua said.
"Oh, look what you said, will he not let me tell you your name? It doesn't make sense for me to go alone, so why don't we just go for a walk together? It's up to you whether you want to write reportage or not!"< br>
"Okay, when will we leave? How long will it take?" Fang Minghua decided immediately.
"The sooner the better, it takes about ten days to go back and forth."
"Then when this meeting is over, I will tell Tangtang to pack up and go to Tianhan!" For her husband and Lu Yao to go Tianhan and Song Tangtang are still very supportive.
Writers have to go out frequently. Sitting at home and working behind closed doors will not produce any good works.
On the evening of March 19, Fang Minghua and Lu Yao each carried their travel bags. Song Tangtang drove them to the train station and met Xu Yue in the waiting room.
Xu Yue is in her forties, a native of Qishan, and a graduate of Qin Normal University. She is the author of the collection of essays "When I Was Seventeen" and the novels "The Adventures of Life in the Mountains" and "The Story of the Goat and the Watermelon".
Typical Guanzhong people, their simple and honest appearance revealed a hint of shrewdness. After introducing each other, the three of them boarded the train to the Tianhan area.
These days, it is not easy to reach the Tianhan area. The straight-line distance from Tianhan city in Xijing is only more than 200 kilometers. However, there are no high-speed rails and highways, so it is difficult to cross the Qinling Mountains.
Most people who go to Tianhan take a train along the Longhai Railway to Baoji, then turn south and enter the Baoji Railway. After arriving at Yangpingguan, they take the Yang'an Line eastward and finally reach Tianhan City. It takes 12 hours to walk!
This is the path Fang Minghua and the others are taking.
We took a sleeper berth and headed west, with a few lights along the way. We arrived at Baoji Station and stopped for half an hour. The steam engine locomotive was replaced by an electric locomotive.
There were still two, one pulling in front and the other pushing behind, and the train began to cross the Qinling Mountains.
Fang Minghua was lying on the middle berth, looking out the window at the darkness, with occasional lights, and only the huge echo of the train passing through the cave.
Where is the God?
One cave after another.
Just then there was a rhythmic "bang, bang, bang, bang" sound, and Fang Minghua fell asleep.
I don’t know how long he slept, but Fang Minghua was woken up by Lu Yao on the lower bunk.
"Minghua, get up!"
"Are you at the station?" Fang Minghua opened his eyes, feeling sleepy.
“No, we’re still in the Qinling Mountains. I heard the conductor said it’s a temporary stop and it’s going to be a while. Let’s go down and get some fresh air.”
The Baocheng Line is a single line, and it is also the main railway artery connecting the northwest and southwest regions. There are many passenger cars and trucks speeding on the railway, so there are many cases of temporary parking due to reasons such as wrong trains and railway failures. Many times, the train stops for an hour or two. Seeing a train roaring past from the opposite side, my train hurried on.
The situation is probably the same today.
Fang Minghua jumped out of bed after hearing this, got dressed and followed the two of them off the train.
This is a small station deep in the Qinling Mountains. Maybe it was just dawn, but there were no people rushing to catch the train on the platform. Only this train came down like Fang Minghua and others were showing off.
It rained last night. Although the weather was a bit cold, the air was fresh and refreshing.
From the signboard standing beside the platform, Fang Minghua knew that the name of this station was Huangniupu, which was hidden in the Qinling Grand Canyon.
Standing on the platform, looking at the small station with only a row of workshops, he I couldn't help but think of a text I learned when I was in elementary school.
The prose "Small Station" written by the writer Yuan Ying describes the appearance of a small train station in a mountainous area.
He can still remember the beginning:
"This is a small station on the railway line. Only local trains stop for two or three minutes. Express trains rush past, and passengers don't even have time to name the station. See clearly.
At this moment, you may see a small house with red tiles and gray walls, a row of small fences painted white, or three or five figures. And all this disappeared immediately, and there were still cliffs and boulders approaching on both sides of the train.
Platform, fence, fountain, apricot blossom.
It is like a very beautiful painting. When I read this text, Fang Minghua imagined that one day he could be there.
I didn’t expect to see it this time.
Although there are no fountains or apricot blossoms at this platform, from time to time in the cracks in the majestic and steep mountains and rocks opposite, golden jasmine flowers poke their heads out and sway in the wind, making the spring scenery of the station even more charming.
"It's so beautiful," Fang Minghua couldn't help but sigh.
"What? I'm inspired by the scene, and I'm inspired by poetry? Want a poem?" Lu Yao smoked a cigarette and joked.
"Well, I'm not Li Bai, and I can't speak out well." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "But the scenery here is really beautiful."
"Editor Fang, let me tell you, there are beautiful scenery everywhere in the Tianhan area. It's a beautiful scenery." Xu Yue interrupted: "Can you write a travelogue about Tianhan?"
(End of this chapter)