Yishan Gorge locust flower snow
Author | Feng Enchang
At the northern foot of the Jade Emperor Peak of Yishan Mountain, there is a canyon more than a dozen miles long, full of locust trees, and the number of ancient newly planted trees is uncountable. The locust trees here bloom, and due to the cold weather in the mountains, they are one season later than the mountains, not in spring, but in early summer. It is an important scenic spot in our county, a major spectacle on the top of Yi Mountain, and there are many literati and inkers from all over the country during the peak of flowering, and there are many tourists who come to watch. Because I was in charge of news work in the county, the editors and reporters of countless newspapers and periodicals across the country came to cover the reports, and most of them wanted me to accompany me, so I often climbed the Yishan Huai Valley to enjoy the scenery. Locust Valley, curved and winding, staggered foothills, ridges raised, longitudinal and deep, overlapping peaks, valley slopes are vast, about 2500 meters wide, there are "singing qin springs" in the valley, forming streams, babbling and singing, streams falling layer by layer, originating from deep mountains, slowly venting north, quite "valley xianke residence, stream Yao qin singing" interest. The locust trees here are densely spread all over the place, shading the sky, up to nearly 20,000 acres, in the Luzhong mountains, such a magnificent and spectacular, such a large area of locust valley, unique.
Every time I climb the Yishan Guanhuai Valley, I am shocked by the snow scenery woven by this locust flower, when I climb the mountain peak and look north, what flashes in front of me is the silver ocean, the warm wind blows strongly, the ten thousand branches sway, the clusters fly, the silver waves rolling up and down the mountain, the snow waves rolling, the sound of the sea tide in the ears, this snowy mountain, the silver world, there are many birds that are not famous, flying in the snow waves, there are breezes coming, the music played by the birds, soaking people's hearts, sweet hearts, making people intoxicated and obsessed, looking at the silver sea is unwilling to leave.
Walking into the Locust Valley, there is the feeling of entering the Silver Hall, and on the slopes on both sides of the road, there are rows of silver tents, and there are neatly arranged white beehives, which are the beekeepers gathered from the north of the South China Sea. This kind of bee life, they are used to, in the motherland, everywhere they go is home, with the joy of traveling the world. As I wrote in the poem "The Bee Girl": "Around the mountains and rivers into Yimeng, dipped in dewdrops to put locust flowers / falling flowers to make a bed valley as a house, Yunxia sent to be touched / buzzing, bees sang lullabies, how many sweet dreams sprinkled." In the hall of locust flowers in this valley, there is another kind of happy life in the world, and the swarms of small bees sing labor songs, rush to the ceiling, drill into the flowers, collect high-quality nectar, fly back to the hive to deliver, and then go to the honey collection, back and forth, tirelessly, such dedication to mankind, worthy of praise. Those beekeepers who live in the wind and eat open, dressed tightly, hurried day and night, hand-operated honey shaker makes a roaring sound, golden honey juice knocks on the honey bucket, they all have the bee's selfless spirit, for the sweet world and rush endlessly, which makes me deeply moved.
I felt the season of the acacia flowers in my hometown, and the poetry was full of emotion, and I couldn't help but write a poem:
Yishan locust snow
Locust valley Locust flowers bloom
Silver flower spikes cover the ridge
Flooded the great ravines
Ripples stirring ten miles of white clouds
The beekeepers from the north and south of the sky gathered together
Tent after tent ignites the smell of human fireworks
The little bee sings the song of labor
Start brewing sweetness for everyone in the world
I love this Yishan Locust Valley, and I can't watch it enough again and again. He has written many poems in praise, written the essay "The Fragrance of Locust Flowers", which was published in the headlines of the supplement of Shanghai Wen Wei Po on July 5, 1987, and felt that it was not too addictive, and in 1996 he wrote another article "Huai Gu", which was published in the 10th issue of Shandong Literature this year, and both of them were selected by provincial and municipal prose collections.
The snow of Yishan Locust Valley and the strong fragrance of locust flowers have inspired my creative spirit, written poems and excellent prose that reflect my creative achievements, and added luster to my creative life.
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Feng Enchang was born in 1937 in Linqu, Shandong. He once served as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee and the chairman of the Literary Association, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Folk Artists Association, a director of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, a standing director of the China Vernacular Poets Association, a famous poet and writer of the National Pastoral School, a representative of the "Rural Small Courtyard School", and was known as the god of Oriental poetry. His works have won many awards at home and abroad, and have won the honorary title of lifetime achievement of the highest award of folk literature in the Asia-Pacific region, "Golden Flying Eagle Award", and have been named the title of world cultural celebrity and national first-class artist, the inheritor of the legend of Feng Weimin, and has published 23 literary monographs, "Sugar Gourd" and "Hometown Cicada Song", which have been selected to read textbooks in full-time middle schools nationwide.