The parent body of Sanyanggang Town is a dirt road.
This mud road is located next to the old street of Sanyanggang. The old street called Gangtou in the mouth of Yangfeng people is the small street in the headstream stone mountain section that winds down from the Yangchufeng Mountain Range, the highest peak in Duchang.
The old street stands near the water, and the water system of Poyang Lake is developed. At that time, most of the supplies were transported by water. Lao Cai has a coal yard, a handling team, a sand factory, and a supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, the township ** and the primary and junior high schools were also included in the sleeves of this old street. On the river polder of Lao Cai, you can see the white sails rising and falling in the harbor at any time, and the boats coming and going.
At that time, the bustling and noisy old port of Sanyang Port was enough for you to use your imagination.
The bustle has been mottled and the noise has gone away, and many people remember the flood in '98, and later immigrated to build a town. It was the water that made the old street turn around gorgeously, and it was the water that made it fade out silently. It is reminiscent of an old Chinese saying, success is also Xiao He is defeated.
In fact, in addition to the decline of the water transportation industry, there is a more important reason for Lao Cai's change of role. That is the muddy road from Duchang County to Jiujiangjing City through Sanchao Port, and there is a school called Nongzhong on this road.
When it comes to Sanyanggang, you can't leave this rural middle school now called Sanyanggang Middle School. Some people say that Sanyanggang Middle School has grown a muddy street into an important town of Duchang people, and there is some truth in this statement.
Sanyanggang Middle School stands according to Ding Feng and sits next to the pen frame. If it is compared to a person, there are several immortal wind bones, Ding Feng is called Ding Xianyuan, it is said that before the eight immortals crossed to the east, Tie Guan Li traveled to the immortal here, and left cane prints and footprints under Ding Xianfeng. It is not surprising that the immortals left a little immortal energy and spiritual beauty here, and it seems more reasonable and expected that the people of Sanchao Hong Kong created a little legend under the immortal peak.
Looking at the memories of Duchang people, my grandparents and parents, including me, mostly intersected with Sanyanggang Town and Sanyanggang Middle School. There are many merchants on Sanyanggang Street, and the high-rise buildings are majestic. The current Sanyanggang people have fat waists and strong bodies, and their faces are full of oil, and the people of Sanyanggang are rich and rude. There is no doubt that they are all closely related to the fate of Sanyanggang Middle School.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Sanyanggang Middle School has prospered a street and prospered the people of Duchang in half of the county.
Walking into Sanyang Port, the advertising signs, the shops, the noisy vegetable market, the footsteps of not busy, you pause a little, the faint bells, the sound of books and poems, all permeate the taste of Sanyang Port.
I am a native of Yangfeng, and my memory of the taste of Sanyang Port began in Lao Cai. When I was a child, I was seven or eight years old, so I followed the adults to the old coal yard in Sanyanggang to buy coal and buy cakes in the cake shop. There is a long slippery wooden board house in the old street, there is a cake shop in this long slippery wooden plank house, the variety in the cake shop is single, like a cake shop next to the original No. 1 Middle School in Duchang County now, there is only one kind of Ma Si cake called by Duchang people. Although the appearance of the cake is not exquisite, the aroma penetrates half of the old street.
The memory of the teenager is stronger is to go to the river in Lao Cai to watch the dragon boat and see the big water during the Dragon Boat Festival in May.
And when I began to really appreciate the aroma and five flavors of Sanyanggang, I was already a high school student.
In 81, when I was promoted from Yangfeng Middle School to Sanyanggang High School, my mother helped me carry a wooden suitcase and luggage and placed me in a strange big wooden building. The boys of the entire school were crammed into the second floor of the wooden building, and below was the teacher's quarters. Upstairs, in addition to being crowded, is more of a smell, sauerkraut pickles and the smell of shoes and socks.
What I like is the Lujia pond at the school gate, which blooms in the pond in summer. There are waterfowl swimming freely among the water lotus leaves. A pair of bare feet reach into the pool to enjoy the tranquility and humidity, and at this time you can breathe freely and let your mind run wild.
At this time, Sanyanggang is opening another legend, and students from many neighboring cities such as Shangrao, Poyangjing, etc., hurriedly came to enter Sanyanggang High School. The Four Heavenly Kings in the Duchang Education Circle (referring to the four teachers who taught physics, chemistry, mathematics, and politics in Sanyang Hong Kong Middle School at that time) were also famous.
This street has come out of famous teachers, and more people have sent out many cattle. Moro is still a source of pride in Chinese cultural circles, Chen Mingyu, who is in charge of half the sky in Nantong, Jiangsu, Zhan Liangsheng, who stands in Zhubei City, a landmark cultural building in Duchang, as well as scholars and politicians.
The taste of Sanyang Port is strong and unrestrained. The people of Sanyanggang are wise and restrained.
Sanyanggang also left a sour Chu literati figure, that is, Mr. Fu Danchu, a grandfather of my clan in Datang Mountain, whose back has appeared more than once in some of my **. The people of Sanyanggang still say that his old man wrote the anecdote of the name of the Sanyanggang bus station.
Mr. Fu Danchu is young and intelligent, poetry and writing are very good, in the seventies and eighties of the last century, many places in Duchang, including some administrative and enterprise departments, have left his ink treasure, but because of the problem of origin has been suppressed and attacked.
That year, the Sanyanggang bus station was newly erected, and on a snowy day, he was called from the lower place to Sanyanggang to write a station monument, and the car station was deliberately written one horizontally. The stories and legends are different, but no matter what kind of speech is spoken, it reveals the disdain and insult of a cultural person in that era.
Once again, I came to Sanchaogang Street. I am middle-aged and about to enter old age, and I am teaching at Sanyanggang Middle School. The sound of Sanyang Port has penetrated into the bone marrow. The street is growing, the town is prospering, and the academy at the foot of Beacon Mountain is even more calm and dignified, like a man moving forward steadily. (Fu Shanglin).
*: Today's Duchang newspaper.