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The Peach Blossom Spring
Scenario:竹山县境内的堵河上，一艘小木舟正沿着河道的一条狭窄支流缓缓前行。
周围山水秀丽风景宜人，在这全国高温爆表的盛夏，温度还是舒适的二十多度，让站在船头的易书元不由心中暗叹难怪《桃花源记》所记是从这出发找到世外桃源。
很多人以为常德等同于古代武陵，但其实在晋太元年间，中国版图上叫武陵的地方只有现在的竹山县，当时叫武陵县，属于上庸郡，小船下面的堵河就是当时的武陵河，也是易书元这么些年一直都想来的地方。
在这山水之间，易书元的代入感勾起了书瘾，在内心想象着某种画面，咽嗓气息变了变，以心境中的情绪开口。
“晋~太元中，武陵人捕鱼为业。缘溪行，忘路之远近。忽逢桃花林，夹岸数百步，中无杂树，芳草鲜美，落英缤纷......”
易书元好似沉浸在《桃花源记》的意境中，声音清朗而有力。
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Yi Shuyuan
male. He is a writer with a deep interest in history,particularly the Jin Dynasty. He is imaginative,passionate,and introspective. Yi Shuyuan embarks on a boat trip to explore the Duhu River,which he believes holds the secrets of the ancient Wuling region. As he navigates through the river's tributaries,he is inspired by the natural beauty around him,leading to an intense writing spree.
Wang Haiping
female. She is Yi Shuyuan's editor at a publishing house. She is supportive,perceptive,and encouraging. Wang Haiping follows Yi Shuyuan to the Duhu River to understand his inspiration for a new historical novel. Her presence provides him with feedback and motivation,ensuring that Wang haiping remains connected with her office through satellite communication despite being miles away from civilization.
Zhang Qiang
male. He is a historian specializing in the Jin Dynasty. He is meticulous,knowledgeable,and reserved. Zhang Qiang joins Yi Shuyuan on his boat trip to provide historical context to the writer's imaginative journey. Though initially hesitant to share his thoughts,Zhang Qiang eventually opens up about his own fascination with history and his role as a bridge between academia and public understanding.
On the banks of the Duhu River, a small wooden boat slowly drifted along a narrow tributary.
The surrounding mountains and peach blossoms in full bloom created a picturesque scene; it was as if nature had been carefully arranged to provide the perfect backdrop.
In the midst of a scorching summer that saw temperatures soar across the nation, here it remained comfortably in the twenties.
As I stood at the bow of the boat, I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
No wonder "Taohua Yuan" (The Peach Blossom Spring) spoke of finding a hidden paradise starting from this very place.
Countless people believed that Changde was synonymous with the ancient Wuling, but in truth, during the Jin Dynasty’s Taiyuan period, the only region called Wuling in the Chinese realm was what we now know as Zhushan County, formerly Wuling County, part of the Shangyong Commandery.
The Duhu River beneath my small wooden boat was the Wuling River of that time—the very place I had yearned to visit for many years.
As I stood on this boat, surrounded by such beauty, my passion for literature stirred once more.
I imagined a vivid scene unfolding before me, and after collecting my breath for a moment, I allowed the emotions within my heart to guide my voice.
I lean over the boat's edge, my fingers hovering just above the surface of the water.
The gentle rocking of the wooden vessel makes me grip the gunwale with my left hand for balance.
Behind me, Wang Haiping shifts his position nervously, while Zhang Qiang continues his historical commentary about local fishing techniques.
Hesitating for just a moment, I plunge my hand into the water.
The coolness startles me - it's much colder than expected.
The current slides between my fingers like silk, carrying small leaves and flower petals past my hand.
I spread my fingers wider, letting the water flow through them, imagining the countless fishermen who must have done the same over centuries.
"Do you feel it too?" Wang Haiping asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," I replied, pulling my hand from the water, droplets shimmering in the sunlight.
"It's as if the river holds secrets waiting to be uncovered," Zhang Qiang added, his eyes scanning the horizon with newfound intensity.
I withdraw my hand from the river, watching droplets fall back into the dark water.
The current seems to slow, and an unusual stillness settles over us.
Zhang Qiang stops mid-sentence about Jin Dynasty fishing techniques as ripples appear in the water, spreading outward from a central point.
The surface begins to shimmer with an odd, pinkish light.
Wang Haiping reaches for his satellite phone, but it slips from his trembling fingers.
I lean forward over the bow, gripping the wooden edge of the boat as the water clarity changes - becoming more crystalline, more transparent.
I lean forward over the bow, mesmerized by the crystalline water now glowing with that otherworldly pink light.
The current seems to pause, creating perfect mirrors of the peach blossoms above.
My companions' worried whispers fade as I focus on the strange luminescence below.
Despite Zhang Qiang's warning hand on my shoulder, I slowly extend my arm toward the water again.
The surface tension breaks differently now - instead of ripples, the water parts like silk around my fingers.
A tingling sensation crawls up my arm as my hand submerges deeper into the inexplicably warm depths.
"Do you see that?" Wang Haiping gasped, pointing toward a shadowy shape moving beneath the surface.
"It's not just a trick of the light," Zhang Qiang murmured, his voice filled with awe and a hint of fear.
"We might have stumbled upon something ancient," I said, feeling the weight of history pressing down on us.
My arm trembles as I yank it back from the water, a lingering warmth spreading up to my shoulder.
"We need to move - now!" I grab the spare oar stowed under the bench, thrusting it at Zhang Qiang while taking up my own.
The pink light beneath our boat intensifies, casting strange shadows across our faces.
Wang Haiping grips the gunwale, his knuckles white, as we start rowing against the unnaturally still water.
Our oars cut through the glassy surface, creating ripples that distort the perfect reflection of peach blossoms.
"Do you think it's a portal?" Wang Haiping shouted over the sound of splashing oars.
"Whatever it is, we shouldn't wait to find out," Zhang Qiang replied, his voice tight with urgency.
"We've awakened something," I said, feeling an inexplicable pull from the depths below.