I drove on the highway, and sometimes saw a familiar street sign, and turned around with the turn signal, because it pointed to Poyang.
After leaving Poyang County for more than 20 years, I repeated the above “improvisations” countless times. Dad and sister live in the city, and several relatives and friends live around the county. For me, they are emotional magnets, but they are not all the reasons for me to go to Poyang. Every time my sister asked: What would you like for dinner? I all answered: fried powder skin. Then, as soon as the car entered the city, Fanpizi was waiting on the road, and the younger sister carried it, stepped in from the car window, and everyone was excited. Chenopodium fried bacon, catfish paste, boiled yellow buds in spring, Zhegang tofu, boiled vegetables... Poyang's food really counts the population. There is also a unique pastry onion shortbread, the crumbs fall off after a bite, the taste of flour, lard, green onion, sugar, salt mixed together is very unique, especially when it is just out of the oven, it is soft and hot, I breathe Can eat four. When eating porridge in the morning, I occasionally miss the fried rice dumplings with mochi. This early fusion of the crispiness of the fritters and the soft glutinous glutinous rice mochi reflects the unique understanding of the Poyang people's food culture.
The memory on the tongue is so stubborn. No matter how long I leave Poyang, my favorite food is still these. As an ancient city by the Poyang Lake, the smell of Poyang is also special. The first is the smell of water. The broad Changjiang River flows through Poyang City to Poyang Lake, leaving five lakes in the city, namely the Leek Lake, Qingshan Lake, Tuhu Lake, East Lake and Stadium Lake. It can be said that Poyang is a city floating on the water. The roasted sweetness of the lake water evaporating on sunny days and the rusty smell of rust floating on rainy days permeate every inch of the living space of local people. Every time I go to Poyang, in the evening, I always go to the Weidi and Gaomen Wharf in the west of the city. While walking, look for the unique smell of small dried fish exposed to the sun and soaked in rain. Sometimes a person is standing by the river. When the smell of the river water is wet, the whole body feels free. At this time, if there were a few shouts in the dialect of Yanhe Road soliciting customers, I would follow the voice back to the past. The county seat speaks dialect because it is mostly local people. Although I am also fond of the beauty of the county, I don't want to be fixed by the life of the small town represented by the dialect. When I was in my twenties, I always yearned for the distance.
I have worked in middle schools and newspapers in the county, writing prose, novels and poetry in my spare time. I always love to ride a mountain bike in places with few people. Zhishan, Ximen Weidi, Gaomen Wharf... My footprints travel back and forth between these locations, constantly conceiving a long journey in my heart. One winter in the late 1990s, on a snowy day, I finally boarded a passenger ship with only two or three guests and left Poyang County. I just didn't expect that the return would happen so quickly. In the summer of 2000, my daughter was born and lived with my parents for about a year. During that time, I had to take a five or six hour bus or night boat to return to Poyang almost every Friday, and return to the same way on Sunday evening. Those days of turbulent but warm memories have been very happy so far. It was probably from then on that I deeply experienced the complex emotional interweaving between myself and the city of Poyang. So that every time I heard someone speak Poyang dialect on the streets of Nanchang, I would get a hot eye, and I couldn't help looking at others. When traveling abroad, when I meet a family who speaks the Poyang dialect, they will always follow them unconsciously. Although they never step forward, they have a small sense of satisfaction in their hearts.
After my mother died, I went to Poyang once and saw a gray-haired aunt stooping down to buy food on Dongmenkou Street. She is a little fatter than her mother, and wears a down jacket that is also her favorite style. I leaned over to hear her and the hawker bargain, and tears burst into tears as the familiar dialect reached my ears. Now, with the construction of the highway and the opening of the high-speed rail, more and more people speak Mandarin in Poyang City. The number of residents in the county has increased to nearly 300,000, of which 100,000 are floating population. The urban area and the number of shops have doubled compared with 20 years ago. Even the inner lake, which has been covered by water hyacinths and green algae for many years, has begun to wake up. The excavators are working overtime day and night, preparing to connect the five inner lakes in series to make them flow into Poyang Lake. However, no matter how the appearance of the city of Poyang evolves, I can always grasp its essence with taste, smell, and hearing as tentacles. For me, no matter how long I leave Poyang, no matter where I go, the food I eat the most is the food, the smell is the most intimate, the sound is the warmest.
Last time I went to Poyang and lived in the old middle school dormitory where my father lived alone. The house was filled with old furniture, old clothes, books, etc. My sister tried to secretly clean up the old things to make the room more clean and comfortable. After discovering, my father quickly stopped: "I just want to watch them live, can't I?" In his father's mind, those objects, although old, had special emotional value. One day late at night, I flipped through an old suitcase to a sample newspaper that published my work while working in Poyang. Then I slept dreaming about the sycamore tree on the street of the county town at that time, and my parents were talking in the kitchen while listening to the radio. scene…… Early the next morning, I was woken up by the turtledove. In the morning light, I suddenly had an illusion, as if I had never left Poyang.
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