A trip to Dushan

? On the tenth day of the first month, it was chilly in spring, and my best friend and I met in Dushan. She wants to burn incense and make a wish. My purpose is to exercise and discover the beautiful scenery by the way. Early in the morning, we drove slowly along the highway around the mountain to Gushi Village in Tian Liang.

? Suddenly, my girlfriend said, there is a carp there!

? I looked intently in the direction she pointed, and a red carp on the cement road was dying. Judging from this situation, it probably jumped from a car carrying a fish tank on the road. I remembered Zhuangzi's words, "If there is a middle way, Zhou Gu sees a fish in the water." I quickly parked the car on the side of the road, found the bag in the car, carefully packed and protected the carp, and then set off again.

? Although there is really no fighting water to live in for the time being, fortunately, Hengjiang Reservoir is not far from here. I sped up and drove to the edge of Hengjiang Reservoir about two kilometers to put down the carp. At that time, it was the dry season, and she swam away wagging her tail in the crystal water.

? We stood by and watched for a while, thinking that if it rains misty spring rain at this time, the flowing stream will bring clear and beautiful spring water. This is a beautiful place with rippling blue waves.

? After this episode of adventure, we continued our trip to Dushan. Perhaps because of sincerity, man and nature live in harmony. On the way to Dushan, the spring rain came unexpectedly. Because of the rain and dense fog, the rugged mountain road is more unpredictable and connected with sharp bends. Because of the morning fog, the driveway has been around the mountain for a long time, and its true face has never been seen.

? Dushan Mountain is only 789 meters above sea level, which is in harmony with the famous mountains in the south and the Jinshan Mountain in the east of Hepo Basin. "The mountain is not high, but the gods are famous." Dushan Taizi Cave is said to be the burial place of Wang Lingwei, the third prince of Sanshan, and also the place where he cultivated into a god. Here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the clouds are lingering, and the forest is boundless. It's really like a fairyland on earth. Standing in the parking lot overlooking the distance, I feel that this is a natural landscape painting. In the misty white fog, the mountains are looming, adding a layer of mystery. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds, making it impossible for you to know the true face of Dushan. ?

? Until we parked our car in the parking lot, it seemed that the rain was still resting and flying in the mountains. The color of Cangshan, from a distance to a close look, is green, as if it had just been dipped. And this thin rain, which seems to be green, falls gently from the sky. The soil in the forest is mixed with fresh smell, and the grass slowly probes. In the bushes, under the roots of trees, under your feet, unknown light green and dark blue quietly spread.

? Next to Wangye Cave, there are Sanye Palace and Tubo Palace for people to worship. Good believers donated huge sums of money to build Panshan Highway to facilitate pilgrims to go up and down the mountain. On weekdays, people come and go here in an endless stream. Although it is raining in Mao Mao today, the temperature is moderate and the scenery is charming. There are still many pilgrims passing by. Some of them carry heavy fruit cakes to pray or wish devoutly.

? I didn't walk fast and was soon left behind by my best friend. It's just as well. In my mind, no matter how many companions there are, real mountain climbing is almost a personal practice. In the state of climbing upwards, grasp the center of gravity and exertion, think about how to save energy and effort, and even master the method of inhaling and exhaling, and follow your own rhythm, just like swimming in your own mind. If a large group of people are laughing and walking around easily, it can only be said that it is an outing rather than climbing a mountain.

? I walked up slowly. There are green trees on both sides of the stone steps, the heads are green, and every leaf is new pink. Halfway up the mountain, there are one or two white camellias, and the stone steps are covered with moss marks and vines. Thinking that azaleas may be in full bloom all over the mountains in April, you can see the beautiful scenery of "several trees on the cliff are as deep as blood and flowers are as warm as water". Or in May, tung trees bloom, and the flowers on the branches shine like snow in the sun.

? I walked slowly to the top of the mountain and looked back at the foot of the mountain. The distant mountains and close-up scenes were vaguely charming and poetic in the white fog. The miracle of Sanshanwang originated in Sui Dynasty, appeared in Tang Dynasty and was sealed in Song Dynasty. It has been 1400 years since the magical power appeared in the third day of Sui Dynasty, and a temple was built at the foot of Jinshan. Believers and tourists come and go, hoping to get some sustenance or dispel the innate anxiety in their hearts. They all come to worship this silent and proud mountain, the ancient gods who guarded Jiexi and even the descendants from generation to generation.

? I stood in the crowd and watched the scenery for a long time. The fog in early spring covered the green trees and villages far and near with a layer of white gauze. A gust of wind blew and the fog dispersed, reappearing the beauty of the village deep in the mountains. Repeatedly, it's like being in Penglai, Yu Yingzhou. It can be said with certainty that Dushan, the birthplace of the Third Prince, is of course a fairyland, but I really have to sigh the magic of this creation.

? Towards noon, all the fog cleared away. Under the clear sky, I can finally really see the winding road around the mountain below. My heart suddenly moved. If the footprints can be connected into a life line, then each of us can walk on this life road. From the beginning, the process to the end, we can only move forward bravely. Only when people are on the way can their hearts move with the scenery. I hope that the mountains and rivers are affectionate, the world is harmonious, and there is no such thing as dryness, coldness and loneliness. From then on, I can travel lightly and wonderfully.