Walk for a day, come to a big lake in front, this lake covers an extremely wide area, almost can not see the edge at a glance, the lake is sparkling, clear to the bottom, flocks of gray geese and ducks fly up and down on the surface of the lake, so lively. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of these Dengzhou Yong weekdays are in the mountains, where have they seen such a big lake, they are all amazed, and many people take advantage of the time of the march to rest and rush to the lake to fetch water to drink, as if they want to touch the aura of the lake god. The fishermen and fishermen who were working by the lake saw that they had never seen the world, and they all covered their mouths and smiled.

Qiu Ming said to Guo Jia: "This is the east end of Yunmengze, known as the location of Honghu Lake, which has always been smooth and rainy, and is a famous land of fish and rice. ”

An old fisherman raised his head on the boat and sighed, "What kind of wind and rain?" This ghost place is flooded three times a year, the rice is difficult to ripen, the lake is rampant with monsters, we can only fish in the shallow, and we can't catch a few, and it is difficult to even make a living. If it weren't for the fact that other places are similar, the people nearby would have left here a long time ago, and they still said that they were the land of fish and rice. ”

Hearing the old fisherman's words, the nearby fishermen also nodded their heads one after another, not only did they not agree with Tyumen at all, but some even suspected that Tyumen had ulterior motives and other purposes for saying this. Qiu Ming didn't bother to argue with them, and opened his mouth to sing: "The water of Honghu Lake is waves, the waves are waves, and the shore of Honghu Lake is my hometown." The boat goes early in the morning to cast the net, and comes back in the evening with a full tank of fish. Wild ducks and water chestnut lotus everywhere, the autumn harvest is full of sails and rice fragrance. Everyone says that heaven is beautiful, how can it be compared to my Honghu Lake fish and rice town. ”

This song has a beautiful tune, a smooth melody, and many use of linings, which is in line with the minor key of Jingchu's folk songs that have been passed down for many years. These fishermen have lived on the shores of Honghu Lake for generations, and every line in the lyrics evokes rich associations and touches the softest part of their hearts. When Qiuming finished singing again, he couldn't help but sing again when he saw that they were still infatuated, and this time, many fishermen sang along: "Everyone says that heaven is beautiful, how can it be compared to my Honghu Lake fish and rice town." ”

The old fisherman jumped down from the boat in a few steps, grabbed Qiu Ming and said, "Who wrote this song?" It's really very well written, I Honghu, alas ......". After saying a few words, he was in tears, and he couldn't cry anymore.

Since Tyumen came to this era, he has never paid attention to intellectual property rights and other things, and at this moment he naturally touched his nose and said: "I traveled to Jingzhou when I was a teenager, and this song was originally made when I passed through Honghu, but it is nothing. ”

The old fisherman immediately showed an expression of great admiration, and was about to praise Tyumen again, when he suddenly heard a childish voice not far away: "Bragging." ”

Qiu Ming turned his head to look, and saw that Fang Cai's chorus attracted many onlookers, and many people were still singing along with it over and over again. In the crowd, several girls were particularly eye-catching, they were richly dressed, and at first glance it was clear that they were from a large family, and the voice just now was from the little girl in the arms of one of the girls.

The little girl was so young that she couldn't even walk steadily, so she had to be held in her arms. Her hair was yellow and her face was dark, which was not very good-looking, but she had a red dot at the center of her eyebrows, which made her facial features look a little vivid. The little girl danced as if she was about to say something more, and the girl holding her smiled and said, "Ugly, your skin is itchy again, it seems that the last time you beat it too lightly." ”