A secluded village hidden in the mountains

Following the winding and steep road, crossing the majestic Hushan Mountain, one's eyes lit up: It was late autumn, and to the east of the road, the clear water of the Huyuan Reservoir was as clear as a mirror, the waves were calm, and the green mountains were green. , the vast water surface is blue and clear, smart and beautiful.

The color of the jade spring is deep and the clouds are floating.

A leisurely mind facing the water will be pure and dust-free.

Bai Juyi's poems naturally come to mind. On the west side of the highway, the vast Wanghailou mountains are rolling and rolling. Deep in the white clouds and under the colorful shades of trees, there is a simple and quiet village hidden at the south end of Chaishan Mountain.

She stands quietly in the mountains, interpreting the tranquility of the years, exuding charming brilliance. This village is surrounded by mountains, with gurgling streams, lush ancient trees, curling smoke from cooking stoves, and the smell of chickens and dogs. The tinkling and jumping stream in the roadside stream plays the melody of autumn, telling visitors how fresh and quiet this "paradise" is.

There are white clouds and green mountains, and there are white clouds and green mountains outside.

There are white clouds inside and outside the green mountains, and the white clouds fly away to the green mountains.

This scenery corresponds to the poetry of Liang Yiniang in the later Zhou Dynasty.

At the entrance of the village, there is a village name archway made of antique wood and cement. The archway faces the west and faces the east, with six golden characters "Chaihuo Nantou Village" shining brightly. The slope on the right side of the archway is green with pines and cypresses, and under the trees is a moss-covered bluestone platform. It was very quiet all around, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cypresses. In front of the archway, the zinnias open up their colorful smiles facing the sun, while the daisies hold their buds and nod in the wind, noble and clear. Cockscombs and a bunch of reds are placed on both sides of the road. The beautiful shadows are slender, elegant and quiet, elegant and refined.

"In the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, the Liu surname moved here from Guanlingqian to establish a village. Because the village is located at the south end of Chaihuan Mountain, it was named 'Nantou of Chaihuan Mountain'." I was looking at the origin of the village name "Nantou of Chaihuo Mountain" on the village name monument, when suddenly I heard a buzzing sound in the clear sky. Looking up, I saw a drone hovering in the sky. A tourist is operating a drone to take a bird's-eye view of Nantou Village in Chaihuo Mountain. Judging from the license plate of the car parked in the small fitness square at the entrance of the village, it can be seen that they should be coming from the provincial capital Jinan.

It can be clearly seen in the picture transmitted by the drone: Nantou Village of Chaihuo Mountain is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side. The village is built on the western slope of the southern foothills of Chaihuan Mountain. To the east is the Huyuan Reservoir, where the autumn water reflects the colorful mountains like a mirror. To the south is the tall Hushan Mountain, and to the west are Daliu Mountain and Xiaoliu Mountain. The terrain of the village is high on the northeast side and low on the southwest side. A mountain stream between Daliu Mountain and Xiaoliu Mountain circles half of the village and flows in front of the village, converging into the Jilong River.

There are several huts and thousands of books in the old village.

What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.

Chaihuan Nantou Village is like hiding in this charming half of Yuan Dynasty.

Walking into the village, the thick and weathered stones of the "Chaihuo Renjia", the former residence of the mountain village, are rough and elegant. No matter how wind blows and rains, and the years pass, it seems that you can hear the whisper of the years, quietly Witness the landscape and the people. The roads in the village are clean, the houses are quaint, and the courtyards are neat and well-proportioned. "The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying in the mountains." Pieces of yellow and red autumn leaves are floating in the streets, adding a touch of poetry to the quiet and comfortable mountain village, unfolding a beautiful picture.

Walking casually through the alleys, the autumn atmosphere of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple becomes even more intense. Strings of fiery red persimmons hang under the eaves of the east house, and bright yellow corn cobs hang in front of the pillars of the west house. Here are piles of purple sweet potatoes with fresh soil, and there are plump peanuts spread out to dry. The harvest scene is very joyful.

The persimmons in Yuejia Chongli are like red pills, hanging high on the branches to arouse greed.

If you are lucky enough to pick it and take a bite, it will taste as sweet as today.

In front of a small courtyard, an old man took his grandson to pick persimmons. A spotted dog looked around in front of the door, barked twice, jumped once, and wandered around its owner.

The round persimmons hanging high on the branches are so crowded that the branches are bent. Under the sunshine of autumn, the persimmons are like shining red lanterns, making the small courtyard glow red. The old man saw me, smiled without saying anything, and handed me a large persimmon with a crystal clear appearance, bright and fresh red color, which made people drool at the sight of it.

"Brother, I'm so sorry."

"There is an old saying in the mountains, 'Melons, fruits, pears and dates, whoever sees them bites'. Give it a try. Persimmons in the mountains It’s so sweet!”

I stopped being polite, pinched the persimmon stems, and smelled them. It was fragrant and sweet. With a gentle squeeze, he carefully tore open the skin as thin as a cicada's wings, revealing the soft persimmon puree, trembling with the crystalline tender juice. He took a sip, and the thick and refreshing juice moistened his mouth. When it reaches the internal organs, one can feel the rich sweetness of Chaihuan Nantou people.

I thanked the old man and continued to wander around the village. On a relatively high platform, there is an ancient stone table with several stone benches placed around it. I don't know how many years they have been placed here. It is backed by the winding Chaoshan Mountain. "The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only fading." At this moment, the red clouds are gorgeous and the sunset is quiet.

The surrounding peaks are misty in the dusk mist, sometimes distant and sometimes close, almost as if they are far away, like a few strokes of light ink smeared on the blue sky. On the hillsides, beside streams and cliffs, the bustling wild chrysanthemums and graceful dianthus flowers are dazzling in their beauty, with dazzling yellows, dazzling whites and warm reds. There are clusters of gold and yellow everywhere, mixed with wisps of red and green, and the woods, shrubs, and autumn grass are colorful. The orange sunlight reflects on the flowers and grass, and the proportions of the colors are just right. A little more is too much, a little less is not enough, and the colors are endlessly changing. It makes people marvel at nature's ability to mix colors, which is difficult for any skilled painter to imitate.

Sitting here, overlooking the entire village, the terrain of the village is scattered up and down according to the mountain. The alleys with cement floors circle around the mountain village according to the terrain. In front of the village is a mountain stream. Children were playing by the clear and winding stream. Several villagers who had returned from work chatted and rested under the old trees beside the stream. Several women were beating and washing clothes on the bluestone slabs flowing through the gurgling stream. There was endless laughter, and they were so grateful for this secluded place. The mountain village adds aura and vitality.

"It is known that the crops will be harvested by opening the pavilion, and the flowers will be watered by the water in the ancient spring." His expression of abundant life and joyful mood are clearly visible and conceivable. Sitting here, you can also see the bluest sky, watch the sunrise and sunset, and quietly sip a cup of tea. Relax yourself, listen to your inner voice, and be filled with poetry. Wandering here, the mind is purified and the soul is sublimated...

Suddenly, a cock crows in the green mountains and dense forests behind, passing through the forest, bringing a faint scent of wild chrysanthemums. It reminds people of the bright and clear artistic conception of Mei Yaochen's "Where are they? There is a chicken outside the clouds". Living in the poetry and cultivating the painting environment is the spring forest dream in the hearts of many people.

Buy an ox and learn to farm, build a thatched hut next to the forest and spring.

Because I want to grow old in just a few days, I want to spend a few years in the mountains.

Immerse yourself in this pleasant place, let the mountain breeze blow away your sorrows, let the mountain springs water your soul, let the mountain colors paint your life...

Embark on homecoming The road is somewhat reluctant to leave. Looking back, I can see the winding mountain road, the clear stream, the clouds around the corner of the house, the clear spring and the flowing rocks. I can't tell whether it is a scene or a painting. The Nantou Village of Chaihuo Mountain has a simple, elegant and forest-spring atmosphere. It has a beautiful mountain scenery where "good peaks change everywhere, and secluded paths lead alone." Sweat; there are the pastoral songs of "six or seven miles of grass spread across the field, and the flute plays three or four times in the evening breeze"; there is the leisurely leisure of "sitting alone in the secluded tent, playing the piano and whistling loudly"; The poem "Speaking of Sangma" and the distance.

Entering the new era, happiness is no longer as simple as having enough food and clothing. The people of Chaihuan Nantou pursue a green mind and a pure spiritual world, and write a poem about the harmony between man and nature. ecological poetry.

The slogan "Happiness is not something you have to wait for" on the wall in front of the village, with hope, faith and feelings, reflects the most moving silhouette of the Nantou people of Chaihuo Mountain who are full of vitality and create a happy life as sweet as honey.

Walking through the secluded forest in Nantou Village of Chaihuan Mountain, it lingers in my heart and cannot be forgotten for a long time. When you come, you don’t want to say goodbye; when you leave, you always come back in your dreams.

There is a taste called nostalgia, and there is a feeling at the south end of Chaihuan Mountain...

Author: Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, a senior middle school teacher. Like writing. Teaching papers, essays, paper-cutting and other works have been published in many newspapers, periodicals and online platforms. He has won many awards in essay writing and online literary competitions.