Sketch of Cheonggye Village
Rudan. Cheonggye in Cheonggyeong Village
It flowed out from under the tea flower trees in Yiyang, from between the lines of "Great Changes in the Mountains and Towns", and it can also be said to flow directly from the fountain pen of fellow villager Zhou Libo.
This key stroke outlines a clear eyeliner for Qingxi Village, outlining the appearance of Gu Pan's brilliance!
It can also be said to be outlined for everyone: such a clear stream, everyone deserves one.
In fact, everyone who passed by took one with them.
Tea flowers in Cheongnye Village
Camellia flowers bloom all over Qingxi Village, and Qingxi Village blooms in tea flowers. The fragrance of tea flowers is the fragrance of Qingxi Village.
Tea flowers are inserted in the sideburns of Qingxi Village;
Qingxi Village is inserted in the sideburns of Yiyang, and it is inserted in the sideburns of China.
Occasionally, the breeze blows, and Qingxi Village is also inserted in your sideburns.
Lotus pond in Qingxi Village
The lotus pond here is not big or small, three or five acres of a chapter in length, the upper que is high and low, and the lower que is shining. What is mediocre is the step on the road of rural revitalization.
Green China, here is a hidden corner.
The lotus flower is in full bloom, slightly different from other places, and the one with the dragonfly is the graceful one that escapes from Qingxi Village.
Qingxi Village: Zhou Libo's former residence
White walls, slab walls, green tiles.
The former residence is a little smaller than the hometown, but it is certainly deeper. If nostalgia needs to be soothed, then, it is the acupuncture point of acupuncture.
Compared with Qingxi Village, Zhou Libo's former residence happens to be.
Compared with China, Zhou Libo is a silver needle.
Pierced deeply, the mud was leg deep.
Desk, manuscript paper, oil lamp.
The mountain village has changed dramatically. A man who once prescribed nostalgia here:
The grass flavor is one penny, the tea flower fragrance is two coins, and the moonlight is a small piece. Use clear stream water and mix with Yiyang dialect.
Autumn stroll in Qingxi Village, remote to Zhou Libo
Wu Xinru. After you, they all came:
Wang Meng, Mo Yan, Chi Zijian, Zhang Wei, Jia Pingwa, Liu Zhenyun, A Lai, Liang Xiaosheng, Wang Yuewen ......
You'll applaud this lineup. They let.
The texture of the Chinese language took place.
Just like a clear stream. The great change known as the "First Village".
You see, the lotus is so stiff.
There is a clear style of bamboo.
Think about the flowers and leaves, how gorgeous it should be.
The bamboo forest is a sea, and it is densely packed.
Swaying the charm of the lotus.
Each rod is restrained and eye-catching.
Standing tall and bent over.
The flowers, grasses, and trees in Qingxi Village are both beauty itself.
It's a pair again.
Eyes that discover beauty – as clear and bright as daytime.
Quiet down at night.
He spread out the manuscript paper of the earth, dipped in the light of the stars and the moon.
Or the black ink of the night, writing without stopping.
Writing and writing, Qingxi Village became.
Hello, Xinjiang", became the "Red Sorghum Family".
It became "the right bank of the Erguna River".
It became a "family mountain" ......What doesn't change is your former home.
Green tiles, white walls, sloping roofs.
All other houses are hidden deep in the woods, but it is the only one.
Hidden in itself, just as light is hidden in the light.
Poems of the Earth: Qingxi Dictionary (excerpt).
Bu Cundan. Where do we come from?
The white deer with a flower in his mouth looking back is far away in the mountains and forests;
The flowing water, like time, is eternal and incorruptible;
In the long ancient alley of Weigong Temple, the old man who played the crescent piano was depressed and romantic.
During the New Year's Festival, the beauties dance with long sleeves; A woman dressed in red and green rowed a lotus-picking boat, smiling coquettishly in the tune of "New Year's Moon";
This Chu wind soaked in the south of the Yangtze River, the glorious and sacred poet, dressed in strange clothes, like moonlight, waded through the water.
The humid south, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful; The light poured out, and the heavens were like a divine revelation.
The water is turbulent, and the rice waves are rolling; The shape and atmosphere continue, and the history changes; Eight hundred miles of Dongting gulls and birds fly together, beautiful as a picture.
Geography and humanity are in harmony with each other in Yiyang, and the river is endless, and the abyss is reflected.
Here, every reed manifests Buddha nature; Every trumpet is heroic and sincere.
Wormwood and calamus hang from the lintel of May; The mountain ghosts who ride the red leopard are never afraid to cross the steep distance.
Only Chu is talented, and Yu Si is prosperous;
The cultural context continues, and the national fortune is prosperous.
In Yiyang in the south, a new singer pushed open the door of dawn - the son of Qingxi, he pitied the common people, waved his books, and led literature to a transcendent height
The height of a speck of dust. A rhetorical height. A low altitude close to the earth. The height of the people. The height of the poem.
Where do we come from? Yingshan red blooms all over the slopes of Qingxi, mountain after mountain, year after year;
Walking on Camellia Street, I seemed to see the singers who had traveled far away returning.
the poet who shines the divine; The son of the clear stream;
Those designers and builders who built the blueprint for a new era.
They have followed one after another, and they have foreseen, promoted, and created great changes in the eternal land.
Today's "first village of great changes in the mountain township" - Qingxi Village, writers and works, pastoral and folk customs, tradition and modernity intersect and blend; The "Pan-Qingxi" development pattern of "one axis, two cores, five corridors and six villages" has taken shape;
This mysterious land fed by the witch wind is radiating new power, brewing a sweeter life and creating a more magnificent and fascinating future!
Yingshan red is the "Red Army flower" in the mouth of the villagers, swaying in the wind, simple and gorgeous;
The white tea flower is undoubtedly the spiritual flower of a singing poet.
It is the imprint of the soul that he imprints on all the warm words.
The peaks are towering, and the earth reveals magnificent ...... of poetry
Qingxi promenade
Chen Huifang. Spring. Rainwater.
Spring is here in Cheonggye Village.
Spring with snow is full of sound and color.
The picturesque Qingxi Village was driven by Zhou Libo and followed by Zhou Libo's followers.
What time is it? In the Qingxi promenade, on the railway piers, next to Qingxi Avenue, and on both sides of the wooden promenade, there are ** ground carvings and reliefs, depicting "Great Changes in the Mountains and Townships".
What time is it? The archetype, the archetypal place, the literary hometown, the plane is three-dimensional, lifelike.
It seems that Zhou Libo shouted, and the characters and prototypes in **, trekking through mountains and rivers, all rushed over.
It was as if I had tied a broken straw hat to the horns of a cow on a rainy day, and slapped me on the shoulder vigorously after drinking the dazed batter.
In the painting, out of the painting.
Into the play, out of the play.
When you step on spring, you also step on snow.
When you step on the snow, you also step on spring.
Visit the former residence of Zhou Libo in Qingxi Village
Hu Jinhua. The children of a village teacher.
As soon as he was born, his father carved the countryside into his body.
Rice mulberry hemp tea is planted in his bloodline mind.
The earliest North Drift.
An encyclopedic mind. Insight excellence.
Can be a field of articles.
All his life sowing and digging sweet potatoes to harvest soybean sorghum.
The conspicuous feature of the statue of the former residence is his thick lips.
Swallow the coarse tea and light rice.
Spit out the truth with the Han Du Psalms.
The bones of the literati beat the iron hoe and the shovel.
From "The Storm" to the Great Change in the Mountain Township
Vivid figures arch out of the ground.
Fruity melons and fruits.
When the water is full of clear streams, the rivers are full of love and the sea is irrigated.
The soul never leaves the farmhouse.
Even if it dies, it turns into agricultural fertilizer.
Use your own name to water rural tourism and drive the villagers to get rich.
Climb up from the land.
Rooted and deeply rooted in the land.
Finally, it was hidden in the land.
The land will not be forgotten.
The people of the land will not forget.
We are not just hangers, but also dreamers.
Together with the annals, I remember that there is a resounding name called Zhou Libo.
Approaching Zhou Libo
Huang Ming. Dressed in the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Go around the people on the other side of the mountain.
Approaching you. A son who grew up in Qingxi Village.
A fellow sitting on a flat shoulder and chatting.
Rolled high on the trouser leg.
Stained with dots of dirt.
Familiar Yiyang dialect.
It's been 100 years and it's still so authentic.
If you're not wearing that pair of glasses.
I thought it was Zhou Laoqi next door.
When you are tired of carrying firewood and grass, take a rest on the hill.
With the help of a swaying moon shadow.
Flip through The Tempest
I heard the old grandson of Yuanmaotun shouting again.
Let the new life whisk the horse.
Read "The Great Changes in the Mountain Country".
I drank Zhushan Bay Pavilion batter again.
The "old mirror wine" that does not get drunk and does not return
Approaching you, approaching you.
A master of language.
A simple people's writer.
A hundred years of Libo.
Tonight is Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moonlight is shining brightly tonight.
Just like a pool of clear water.
Walk across the Deng Stone Bridge.
Bend over Zhushan Bay.
Flowing across the pond.
I see you're back.
The hometown of your heart's desire.
The pear orchard tastes fruit.
Enjoy fragrant flowers in the lotus pond.
Cultural tourism poetry and ecological tourism.
Camellia flowers are the same as moonshine.
Brightened all over Xinshan Township.
Rain in Cheonggye Village (group chapter).
Guo Hui. Rain in Cheonggye Village
Rain rustle, rain rustle, rain rustle.
From Cheonggye Square——
Deng Xiumei's hat, on the batter of the pavilion, and on the flat shoulder carried by the chrysanthemum, walked down.
The rain is still the same as it used to be.
However, the ridges, mountain roads, and dirt roads of the past, the rice fields, lotus ponds, pear orchards, vegetable fields, and farmhouse houses of the past have all changed and taken on a new look.
The rain walks on the bank of the clear stream.
The water and gas are dense, the earth is friendly, and the popularity is thriving.
And spring seems to be ready to go. At this moment, it is spreading from the side of the sculpture that Mr. Libo is smiling slightly and looking at affectionately from afar.
Green is in the air. The fragrance and color of the peach tree, plum tree, pear tree, and wild cherry tree were warm and subtle, and they looked at each other, as if they were about to open their mouths to say what they had been covering in their hearts for a long, long time
Dialect slang. The rain is affectionate, and the rain is intentional.
Walk along a stream of clear water, non-stop. In a blink of an eye, I walked into the Ten Mile Gallery, ten miles of scenery.
The more you walk, the lighter you go, the more you walk, the more spiritual.
The colors of the rows are getting brighter.
Suddenly, in the sound of rain, among the chirping of groups of swifts, there was the gong, drum, string and singing of the Qingxi Grand Theater, which was high-pitched, high-spirited, agitated, and far-reaching.
Heaven is from the wishes of people. A scene is being played out
The new epoch-making mountain township has changed dramatically ......
Tea seed flowers in Qingxi Village
Thousands of white snowflakes folded their wings and stood on the branches.
There will be a heavy snowfall, a heavy autumn snow, a heavy snow in the sun, a heavy snow full of life-
It fell all over the slopes.
Bright, pure, cordial, warm.
For the golden rice everywhere, and for another harvest season in Qingxi Village, he put on a ** crown. It is also inlaid with white jade beads for the idyllic poetry that continues to sublimate in the green waters and green mountains.
Funny, affectionate.
There is also a fragrance as light as water.
It contains seven points of wildness and three points of spirituality, which will not be dispersed for a long time before and after Zhou Libo's former residence, before and after the writer's book house, and inside and outside the village with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Until——All integrated into the bursts of scholarly fragrance, in the long-standing context.
The green trees are evergreen, and the green mountains are evergreen.
Tea seeds bloom - a heavy snow that does not grow old.
Year after year. It is in a literary book full of Yiyang dialect.
In the mountains and countryside - more and more exciting, more and more spectacular, more and more profound changes.
Year after year, the fragrance is getting more and more fragrant.
Xiangyuan Yiqing ......
The clear stream flows on the land of the new era
Li Dingxin. A man's sweat flowed into a stream.
The beliefs of a village converge into a stream.
The light of a book illuminates a stream.
The memory of a generation irrigates a stream.
The clear stream flows from the bottom of the heart of the most humble laborer.
The clear stream flows from the pen of the writer at the bottom.
It flows into the water, into the Dongting, and into the rivers and seas.
Today, it is alive and well flowing on the land of the new era.
A stream ripples because of a man.
A village is famous for a stream.
From Qingxi Avenue to Impression Plaza.
From Qingxi Book House to Sanhe Courtyard.
It's all like a word and a sentence shining.
It is a group of sculptures with the focal length of the new era fixed in the "festive harvest".
It is the group of sculptures that "celebrate the harvest" that activates the dream of the new era.
It is a drop of water from the clear stream used by the dreamer.
Polishing the literary peak of a new era.
When the call to climb is sounded.
One by one, climbers came along the clear stream, wearing the stars and the moon.
They rolled up their trousers and stepped on the dirt, sweating like rain.
It has become one of the most moving scenery in Qingxi Village.
*: Chinese Poetry Network.
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