Prose on the cliff

Facing the wind, they are no longer green and have dissipated their vitality. The dry branch, like an arm that squints into the sky, is desperate and sad against the background of blue sky.

On July 16, I ended my summer internship and went to my hometown-Taihang Mountain, which is magnificent but full of vitality.

Some time ago, I heard about the "great changes" in my hometown: with the popularity of golden cypress in Wan Wen market, the golden cypress in Taihang has been cut down wildly from the previous unattended and burned into firewood.

Golden cypress, as its name implies, is a cypress tree that grows on a cliff. Jin Zhongbai once grew widely on the cliffs of several mountains near his hometown. They stood on the cliff and grew up happily in the long years. The vast sky is their blue background. Keep company with the cool breeze and bright moon, and talk with larks; In the silent night, they looked at the shining stars in the sky. At the foot are rolling mountains and green seas, cliffs and slopes. They look down at the world from a height. At the end of the cloud, whose dream clothes are fluttering ... However, this beautiful natural landscape that I was familiar with when I was a child was shattered by endless human desires.

In 20 13, the products of golden cypress sprang up in the Wan Wen market, and people snapped up golden cypress, which rose from tens of yuan to several thousand yuan a catty, with a tumor of several tens of thousands of yuan. "Business opportunities" have illuminated the eyes of the villagers, who are eyeing this local "treasure". The sudden "popularity" is a life-and-death disaster for Bai Ya, who lives in the depths of his hometown.

After my friend and I arrived in Shibangou Village, Linxian County, Anyang, we chatted with a relative. We know that it is extremely difficult to choose Jin Zhongbai, and usually it takes three to five people to cooperate. First, we used binoculars to locate the golden bell and cypress. The next morning, we went on the road with dry food and equipment, leaving one or two people to meet us under the cliff. The other two people went to the top of the cliff, tied safety ropes, and went down to the golden bell and cypress, and then peeled off the old roots from the cracks in the rock bit by bit with a chisel. This usually takes a day. Golden cypress has a high density and its weight cannot be underestimated. Therefore, choosing Jin Zhongbai is a narrow escape, and some people died on the cliff because of choosing Jin Zhongbai.

After listening to relatives, I seem to see that Bai Ya, you are standing on a high cliff, and you have lost your complacent and arrogant attitude, leaving only fear and sadness. With a lonely heart, you make a sad cry to the sky, and all you can respond to is the empty mountain wind.

The next morning, under the leadership of fellow villagers, our group went into the deep mountains, hoping to see the true face of Jin Zhongbai. In front of us is a continuous mountain with no end in sight. The air in the mountains is fresh and the mountain breeze is blowing gently. After several hours of hard climbing, we came to a small clearing with a wide view on the mountainside. Despite the bad weather and heavy fog in the mountains, experienced villagers quickly found two remaining dead cypress trees on the nearest cliff.

Facing the wind, they are no longer green and have dissipated their vitality. The dry branch, like an arm that squints into the sky, is desperate and sad against the background of blue sky.

Villagers told us that golden cypresses were once widely distributed on the cliffs of these mountains in front of us. However, due to more than a year of crazy logging, it is difficult to find one or two trees with binoculars The villagers also said that it is really difficult to pick one less tree now because the old roots of Jin Zhongbai are non-renewable. In addition, mountain roads were opened at the top of the mountain for picking, and even stones were blasted, which destroyed other vegetation and caused trauma to the natural environment.

Coming down from the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, we found a simple workshop for processing golden cypress. There are only three machines in the whole workshop. A machine peels off the skin of the golden bell and cypress, and processes the inner core into strips about an inch long. One machine grinds strips into beads to make bracelets, and the last one just grinds the freshly polished beads. The production process is very rough, but it still attracts a large number of tourists, who are virtually the promoters of picking golden cypresses and destroying the ecological environment.

After only two days' visit, I began to reflect deeply. From Huang Huali a few years ago,

Up to now, Platycladus orientalis has been hot in a short time, and the market is hot, which leads to extinction and it is hard to find a tree. "No buying or selling, no picking", my colleague and Liu Cheng and I set up the Taihang Special Protection Group. As a new generation of young people, living in harmony with nature and protecting the ecological environment are the ideas we have been instilled in the classroom since childhood. We are full of fiery hearts and want to influence our parents, friends and even the whole society with practical actions. We also hope that more people will take action and say "no" to the picking of golden cypress and golden cypress handicrafts!