一初夏,黄昏。车,翻过沅江赤山岛并不高峻却连绵几十公里的山丘,来到南咀。这个几十年来依江而建,因渡口而兴盛的小镇,曾经充斥着三教九流的人物,也充斥着低矮的房屋和各种奇怪的买卖,如今这里却已经是高楼林立,行人稀少,整个小镇安静中写着一种无法名说的忧伤。宽阔的柏油马路试图向人们展示这里如同大城市一样的气度,这份雄心却被满布黄土印的车辙碾压得七零八落。很明显,这个建在洞庭湖中心第一大岛赤山,躲在南洞庭名闻天下的苇荡背后的小镇仍在建设之中,而且这种建设似将永无结束之日。从前,被堵在南咀这边的车,像一条永远也不会消 A early summer, evening. Car, turning over the Red River Island in Yuanjiang is not high but tens of kilometers of hills, came to Nanzui. The town, built over the past decades and prospered by the ferry, was once crowded with people of all walks of life who were filled with low-rise houses and strange trade. Nowadays, there are high-rises, sparsely-populated pedestrians, Quiet town is written in a kind of unspeakable sadness. The expansive asphalt road trying to show people the same level of power as a metropolitan city was sparsely populated with loess prints. Obviously, the town behind the reed swarovski, nestled in the first large island of Dongting Lake in the center of Dongting Lake, is still under construction and will be built on a never ending day. Once upon a time, blocked in the South Tsui side of the car, like a will never be eliminated