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Son of the Mountain

Li Guangtian

Living in the "Taishan Hotel" in the "Zhongtian Gate", we have the convenience to watch the pilgrims coming and going in the "Happy Three Miles" every day. …·

From "Daizongfang" to "Zhongtianmen", it is exactly half of the mountain road to the top. The area below Doumu Palace is almost flat. Those who are experienced in mountain climbing say that section is Pingchuan Avenue. From the "Doumu Palace" to the "Zhongtian Gate", it goes up step by step and becomes gradually steeper and more dangerous, especially after the "Turns and Winds". People who climb the mountain for the first time think that It has become extremely dangerous. The most wonderful thing is that

"Nantian Gate" and "Jueding" are both covered by the hilltop of "Zhongtian Gate". People often misunderstand the ones below "Zhongtian Gate".

"Zhongtian Gate" is the "Nantian Gate", so I thought to myself, this is great, I have reached the top.

It was so great. When I spent a lot of effort to climb to the "Zhongtian Gate", I suddenly raised my head. , only to realize that there is still half a steeper and more dangerous winding road to climb from here, and the climbers have to look up and sigh. However,

was followed by "Three Miles of Joy", so the climber said that this was God's will, and he had to sit down to rest and pay his most sincere respect to God.

Turn north from the "Zhongtian Gate" and go down, which is called "Inverted Three Pans". The following is a flat road of two or three miles.

The mountain road is not only very flat, but there are no rocks stumbling under the feet, which makes people feel indescribably light when going up the mountain.

Everywhere there are small bridges and flowing water, dilapidated houses and flowers, cocks crowing and dogs barking, and people talking

can be heard. The women of the mountain family often do knitting and meditate under the pine and cypress trees, and the children often sleep in the grass with their naked bodies. This is not mountain climbing. It is like returning to their own village. Although there are a few wine and food sellers here, they are only for the business of other wealthy people. As for the country pilgrims, their methods are more interesting. They were in groups of three and five, carrying their feast in a big wicker basket: white wine, tea, pancakes, and salty vegetables. , there are dry firewood that has been chopped into fine pieces, a red copper heart-burning kettle, and "Happy Sanli" also prepared a "Happy Spring" for them. This spring is located in the middle of the "Happy Three Miles", under the shade of several pines and cypresses

. It flows out from under a stone cliff and pours into a small stone pool. The water is very clear and has a good taste

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Gan, there is a rock in the Zhou Dynasty, which happened to be their feast. Setting off at dawn, it was breakfast time,

so they had breakfast here, rested from all the hard work, packed the willow baskets, and shouted loudly

Looking at the "Southern Gate" Climb up. We are happy to see the simple faces of these country people, listen to them talk about country things and mountain stories in their native accent, and even envy the good food delivered from their willow baskets

Wine aroma. Of course, we also have to look at the mountains. The mountains surround us, as if we are placed at the bottom of a basin, with the green sky as a cover above us. Look at the flowing spring on the cliff to the east, listen to the sound of the living spring

, look at the silhouette of the person on the top of the mountain in the north, and there are white clouds flying from behind the mountain, making us suspicious that the mountain is about to rain

Come. He even looked at a deep valley to the west, and saw the silver mist rising from the valley and wrapping around the mountains. We

came here to see the mountains. We saw the mountains, but we forgot that we were looking at the mountains.

At around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for the pilgrims to go down the mountain.

They have told God their

thoughts, and they have obtained forgiveness from God for their sins over the past year, so

they seem to have completed a victorious karma, their faces With smiles on their faces, they felt even more relaxed

. And their bodies were also relaxed. The willow baskets were empty and the wine bottles were empty. They sent all the necessary things on the top of the mountain, and packed the remaining pancake crumbs with them before setting off.

The small foreign needles, cotton thread, small copper coins and cyan money that he brought with him were also given to the disabled beggars.

They brought peace and happiness in their hearts from the mountains, and they brought many beautiful lilies

Lilies were in empty baskets, in turbans, and on mountains. In a package made of grass. We didn't understand

where these lilies came from, and there were so many of them, which made us feel very strange.

We stayed here for more than ten days, and we took in two children on the same day, one Liu Xing and one Gao Lishan. Whenever I meet Gao Lishan, I always joke with him: "Gao Lishan, your surname is Gao, and you are taller when you stand on the mountain." We all laugh together when we shout like this.

Suddenly I heard two sharp greetings, and no one was there, which made me feel even more amused. It turned out

that the cry came from the fog, but within ten minutes I saw my two children walking out of the fog

: Liu Xing and Gao Lishan. I like the name Gaolishan. I like to imagine that tourists are alone

They are all dressed up, with pens standing on the top of Mount Tai and being blown by the wind. The pictures are beautiful, but the people in the paintings are full of sadness

. The child Liu Xing reminds me of my younger brother. Not only is he similar in appearance, he is also similar in spirit. He is a simple and honest child. I haven't seen my brother for a long time. I just wanted to hug and kiss Liu Xing in front of him, but the child always flinched when he saw me, leaving me helpless.

"Ah! Aren't you scared to be here alone?"

I was about to say hello to them, but they already shouted this in unison.

I understand their surprise. They always thought that I was from the city and that I came from far away and didn't understand things in the mountains. They were worried about me when I was alone in such a foggy day. It's kind of nice to say it's worry, but there's also a hint of teasing me in it, which makes me even more amused.

I often look silly in front of them, always asking questions. I ask them about the names of mountain flowers, what four-leaf ginseng or Polygonum multiflorum looks like, and where they grow.

Where is the place? Ask about the stones, the spring water, the wind, clouds and rain, and the stories and legends. They all gave me

some interesting answers. So they were very proud, and they laughed at me for being so rare and weird.

"Afraid? What's so scary?" I continued to ask.

"Afraid of mountain ghosts, afraid of poisonous snakes. Afraid of the fog staining your eyes, afraid of the fog getting your

hair wet."

They all laughed. Laughed. After laughing for a while, he told me about the mountain ghost and the poisonous snake. They

said that there are venomous snakes hidden in the deep grass on the mountain. The venomous snakes in this mountain do not grow very big and their color is not very ferocious. They are just the color of stone. However, they are extremely It's scary, because they like chasing people the most, and they crawl very fast, as if they are flying on the grass, and people can hear the rustling sound. Someone is unfortunate enough to be entangled by a poisonous snake, and it will not let go until it dies, unless you cut it open with a sickle immediately. The wounds bitten by the poisonous snakes will never heal, and those wounds will continue to

Continue to rot until the person is dead. This kind of thing often happens to lawnmowers or shepherds

.

"Since venomous snakes are everywhere, why haven't I seen them yet?"

"You have never seen them. Yes, of course you will not see them, because venomous snakes in the mountains are not seen during the day.

Come out, don’t you see the foam on the grass blades when you wake up in the morning?” It was Liu Xing who said this.

This proof is quite convincing to me, because I have seen a lot of foam on the green grass, and I thought

it was the saliva of cattle and sheep ruminating. And it is most common on a kind of grass with leaves that look like bamboo leaves

When I saw white foam, I once mistakenly thought that it was a plant like weed, so I naturally thought of starving to death

Two ancients in Shouyang Mountain.

Gao Lishan thought that Liu Xing’s explanation was not surprising. He even told him with a surprised expression:

“It’s true that we can’t go out in the daytime on a sunny day, but it’s very foggy like this. It's easy to encounter poisonous snakes."

Liu Xing added as if he was scared: "Not only poisonous snakes, but also mountain ghosts often appear in foggy days."

They say that the appearance of mountain ghosts is always unclear, and they probably look like a group of figures. The mountain ghost

lives in a deep cave under the ridge rock. Of course, few people dare to go to those places, especially at night

or in foggy weather. It turns out that mountain ghosts, like poisonous snakes, sometimes mistake heavy fog for night. People collecting firewood and gathering herbs sometimes encounter mountain ghosts, and eight out of ten of them cannot escape, because mountain ghosts are also like water ghosts.

Like water ghosts, they like to replace dead ghosts. Strangers would push them down the rock or pull them into the cave. They also said that they often heard the cry and howl of mountain ghosts, and the sound was like a strong wind blowing in the fog.

"Don't you believe it?" Gao Lishan tried to convince me very seriously, "I tell you, the mute father

and his brother both encountered mountain ghosts and fell to their death behind. "In the mountain streams."

Their voices became low, their faces became a little gloomy, and they sent a look into the thick fog in the distance, as if they were invisible. There are mountain ghosts everywhere.

This aroused my curiosity, and I asked them who the mute was. They

said that the mute lived in the small temple next to the "Shengxianfang" above. He would always speak his mute words in a gesticulating manner to anyone he met.

So I hurriedly said: "I know, I know, I've seen him, I've seen him." This memory makes me happy, but also makes me feel sad. One morning, we wanted to climb to the top of the mountain. When we climbed to "Shengxianfang", we saw many people stopping to rest, and that was exactly what we should be doing. place, because from now on, it is the most difficult "Tight Eighteen Pans". After we sat down, we realized that those climbers were not just there to rest, but at the same time, they were listening to a mute talk. A tall and sturdy man, the Son of the Mountain, was standing in front of the "Shengxianfang"

On the top of the cliff, speaking in a loud voice and in a language that only he himself could understand

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The story that others cannot understand, although he used various actions to illustrate it, but still

No one can understand him. Of course I don’t understand him, but I understand another story: Tai

The elves of Mount Tai are proclaiming the greatness of Mount Tai, just as stones cannot speak, but we think we understand

The spiritual heart of stone. As long as you think of the place "Shengxianfang", it will be a perfect picture

: Going up is the "Nantian Gate", and above the "Nantian Gate" there is naturally a blue sky and walls on both sides. Thousands of cypresses and pines, with a jade ladder reaching the sky sandwiched between them. Looking down, "the clouds are connected to the sea and the dais, and the plains

are green and soft," and you look down at it. , the world is right before my eyes, and our son of the mountain is standing here

Only today did I know that he will live here forever. I hurriedly stopped the two children: "Please speak slowly, please speak slowly, I will tell you, I will tell you."

"But what will I tell them? I

will say that the mute talked a lot on the mountain but no one understood him. He was so lonely. He stood

on the cliff. How spectacular is the rock? What will the small temple of "Shengxianfang" look like on a windy morning or a rainy evening?

How about the swaying? As if the stars and the moon are in the sky, you can pick them with a raise of your hand, but the valley wind does not move. , Dew condenses on the heavenly steps, what a son of the mountain should have

What kind of silence is there in the mountain] However, I can't help but have a dull gourd. What did the mute say

? "Gao Lishan, tell me, what did he say?" I couldn't help but ask.

"What did he say? That's what he said. , saying that his father fell to death after going to a mountain stream to collect mountain flowers. His brother also fell to death in a mountain stream. "Gao Lishan rolled his eyes and said.

"That's right, they were replaced by mountain ghosts in order to pick mountain flowers. "Liu Xing reminded me again. '

Mountain flowers? What mountain flowers? The two children told me: lilies.

The two children continued Tell me the story of the mute. There is an ancient dry stream behind Mount Tai, with cliffs on both sides and a deep valley in the middle. Naturally, that cliff is covered with lilies. > It is a place where few people climb, but the red lilies that grow on their own are really beautiful.

They are so prosperous and the flowers bloom so brightly. It is a lily valley.

A strong and brave mountain man, he was the first to discover this lily stream. He climbed to the lily stream to collect lilies and sold them to pilgrims from the countryside. It is a very difficult and dangerous job. It takes a lot of effort to dig out a lily while hanging on a steep cliff by climbing over rocks and pulling

thorns. Therefore, even a single lily can be sold.

A good price. This thing gradually became a fashion, and all those who wanted to go to the mountains were willing to take lilies down the mountain, so the mute brother also followed his father in this business. However, both father and son suffered the same fate. /p>

Such a fate: when my father was four years old, he fell into Lily Stream on a dense foggy day, and when he was three years old, his elder brother was blown off the cliff by a mountain wind again. . From then on, the business of picking lilies was not dared to be attempted by others. However, our son of the mountain, this mute, has reached adulthood and can inherit his father's business.

A life has gained a privilege, and now it is the mute's turn to occupy this lily. He is also brave and bold, and he has never forgotten the martyrdom of his father and brother, but...

For the fate of his father and brother, he had to pick up this life that was all about his life.

He lived in the small temple of "Shengxianfang" and went to collect lilies when there were the most pilgrims. , He used this method to support his old mother and his widowed sister-in-law.

I was very grateful to the two children for telling me these stories. He looked a little melancholy, and his dull look was more like that of my brother. The fog gradually lifted, but the mountain breeze came again, and we all felt a little cold. I said "goodbye" to them.

The weather is getting colder. People at the bottom of the mountain can still wear single clothes, but those who live in the mountains must have cotton-padded clothes.

This is no longer possible. In addition, it was rainy and foggy, which made us feel very uncomfortable mentally. Because we didn't bring any clothes to keep out the cold, we didn't even go to "Happy Three Miles" often. We chose a sunny day.

My dear, we decided to go down the mountain. We packed our bags in the morning, and the sedan came after breakfast. The two people carrying the sedan were none other than Liu Xing’s father and Gao Lishan. Dad, this makes us feel very relieved. Following the sedan are Liu Xing and Gao Lishan, who came specially to see us off.

At this moment, I just feel like saying goodbye. I don’t want to leave this place. I don’t want to leave.

The two children, especially Liu Xing, my younger brother. I understand their silence very well, and they also know that it is difficult to have a chance to meet each other if we say goodbye now. And, what a coincidence, why is everything so arranged? Our luggage has been moved to the sedan, and we are about to leave. Suddenly, two children greet us. Said: "Mute, mute, the mute is here!"

Yes, it is the mute, we met him in "Shengxianfang". He has put on a small cotton-padded jacket, and he is carrying a large willow basket. I specially wanted to see what was in his basket. It was very simple: a big shovel for digging, a knife, and a pair of big scissors. We were all silent, but the mute opened his mouth to greet others. The two children imitated him dumbly, and people in the hotel loudly asked him if he was going down the mountain. Not only was he dumb, but he was also deaf, so you had to speak loudly to him. So he answered loudly

hoarsely, and pointed, pointing down the mountain, pointing at his cotton-padded jacket, pointing at

his basket, and pointing at " Nantianmen". We understand that he went down yesterday and just came up this morning

. Zhao and I want to find out something from this person, but we don't know what we want to find.

Amidst the noise, our sedan chair was lifted up. Two children saw me off

for a long way. When I could no longer hear their words, I waved to them and shook my hat.

And in my ears But I still seemed to hear the mute babbling.

1936.11.18 Jinan

Tips

Li Guangtian (1906-1968) was born in Zouping, Shandong. His major works include prose collections "Gallery Collection", "Silver Fox Collection", "Shrub Collection", etc.

"Son of the Mountain" is about an ordinary mountain man on Mount Tai, a mute. The author calls him "the son of the mountain". His father and brother both made a living by picking lilies on the cliffs of Mount Tai and fell to their deaths

. In order to support his elderly mother, widowed sister-in-law and family, he inherited the life-focused life of his father and brother.

This is a tragic story that reflects the serious suffering of the working people in the old society

and also shows the simplicity, kindness, bravery, perseverance and adventure of the "sons of the mountain"

Spiritual character. The author describes him standing on the top of the cliff of Mount Tai, telling the story of his father and brother in a Honghu voice to others who did not understand

He was proud of his tragic and thrilling life

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Shihe professional. He is called the "Son of the Mountain". It is probably Mount Tai that gave birth to his character.

The wound is described from far to near, from secondary to primary, based on my experience and experience. Write first

The beauty of Happy Three Miles, the pilgrims, and the lilies. Let’s write about the two children Liu Xing and Gao Lishan.

The various stories and legends they told about Mount Tai lead to the story of Son of the Mountain. On the surface

it seems that the description of the Son of the Mountain accounts for a small proportion of the length of the work, but the author uses a lot of

rendering and comparison methods to write about Mount Tai. pilgrim. My two children and I are all right

The Son of the Mountain plays the role of foil, complement and contrast. Therefore, the structure of the work has twists and turns,

The branches and leaves are sparse but not integrated; it also makes the work quite emotional, rich in atmosphere and thought-provoking