Liang's Echo of the Mountain

I went to Wangjiashan because I admired Dong Qiao's name.

He lived in seclusion here for many years.

At the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, a lonely and peerless Untitled Scholar, like a famous person in Wei and Jin Dynasties, was tired of worldly fame and fortune and didn't want to crawl on the iron horse of spirit. So he walked and walked to the East China Sea, where Qin Shihuang worshipped Japan, and to the lonely mountain forest, where he took his wife and children to graze the forest and reclaim the sea. From then on, I wandered around Shan Ye and became a standard mountaineer.

It is said that when he came, he was pregnant with five grains and just wanted to be a beautiful farmer, smelling the fragrance and listening to the wind, "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", but he still had a spirit in his heart to make this mountain shine from now on.

However, Dong Qiao is not the only one who made Wang Jiashan famous.

In late autumn, purple mist covers a piece of pale green. The autumn wind blew away the fragrance of vegetation. Before he entered the mountain, he was dragged by this breath and threw himself into his arms.

Walking into the mountains is like meeting a long-lost friend. It is shrouded in thick autumn, surrounded by golden corn and red fruits. It's hard to say whether it's the tears caused by the warm sunshine or the elegance of Wangjiashan. At that moment, the dust of the city was swept away, and I became a young child, as bright as the skylight of Wangjiashan.

Walking on the rugged mountain road is like walking into the era of the Book of Songs.

"There are creeping weeds in the wild, and there is no dew." The grass from one place to another is woven into a net, covering every inch of Wang Jiashan's skin and almost seeing the road. In late autumn, mountains and dense forests block the sun, and when the sun shines on the grass, there is only a little oblique light. So, until noon, the dew on the grass was still crystal clear, with a crooked head and bright eyes staring at people. As soon as people pass, they immediately fall to the ground and return to the grassroots, which is their home; Some grasses with needles are self-defense weapons in their world, but people can easily get rid of them with crutches for mountaineering. As a result, they had to stand aside angrily and occasionally raise tiny needles to demonstrate against passing butterflies, but in the end it was only in vain.

The stream splits a narrow road deep in the jungle and flows beautifully; Artemisia rupestris, kindly protect the stream. The stream is crystal clear, and occasionally one or two small fish can be seen, swimming freely and avoiding people. Friends in the mountains said that everything in Wangjiashan is really spiritual, and it is said that it was educated by Dong Qiao and other literati, so it is meaningless to be learned.

Legend is mysterious, but this mystery only belongs to Wang Jiashan. Their temperament is the same, and it cannot be overstated.

What attracts attention on the mountain is not only the dense century-old trees, but also some lingering vines. Weedy thatch and kudzu vine are wrapped around those thick trunks, and they are determined. Layers of entanglement, you can't see the years. Some vines have been deeply rooted in the trunk and become a part of the trunk, receiving the nutrients of the trunk. There are also some trunks, which can't be entangled, and eventually set themselves on fire, completing the vines parasitic on them. My friend took a sickle and cut off the vines that had been entangled in the tree, as if to remove weeds. Asked why, she only said that the mountain people had a bad impression of rattan. They grew up eating other people's nutrition and never learned the charm of mountains.

Those vines are just fate, because when they grow on the mountains, trees naturally become their last refuge.

In autumn, the mountains are lush, and trees and people are telling their stories in their own world. Wang Jiashan, a heavy and tolerant old man, accepted all the good and bad, all the past and present, whether in Dong Qiao or now, has always been so calm and peaceful. The teacher said that all the mountains that can be named have won the avenue of heaven and earth, have their own missions, and will not be easily moved.

There are many wild fruits on Wangjiashan. Fruits from all over the mountains have enriched the mountains. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the red hawthorn forest, one after another, and persimmon trees in Huang Chengcheng are occasionally dotted among them, just like an overturned paint bottle. Scattered are red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Walking into the dense hawthorn forest with friends, the ground was covered with hawthorn, as red as small red flowers growing on the ground. Pick one up and put it in your mouth. Sour and astringent, it passes through the eight strange meridians in an instant, and a heat flow suddenly rushes all over your body. I took a cloth bag and a basket, like a little girl picking mushrooms, picking them one by one and never stopping. A group of elderly middle-aged people instantly returned to childhood, all singing and laughing, laughing and singing unscrupulously. Occasionally, a few "naughty" friends shook the hawthorn tree, and immediately it began to rain, and a drum-like "scratching" sound shook the mountain forest. Crataegus pinnatifida falling on the ground is like falling on a quilt. The fallen leaves on the ground are like sound insulation boards, and the sound disappears immediately. All I can see is a thick layer of hawthorn.

The purple-brown fruit in the mountains is naturally chestnut. In late autumn, in the wild chestnut garden, those chestnuts with "thorns" have fallen to the ground, so you can't enter the chestnut garden with thinner shoes. The fallen chestnuts covered the ground thickly. When people walk, it seems that they are walking on a thorny sphere. Be careful at every step. If you are not careful, you will fall down and grin all the time. But it's not annoying. Those wild chestnuts are crisp and sweet, pure ecology and pollution-free, and they are excellent nutrients. Everything in nature has its own wonders. The more magical it looks, the more valuable it is beyond imagination. It is also unfair to judge people by their appearances.

There are many kinds of plants in Wangjiashan, and wild medicinal materials are easy to obtain. Some valuable medicinal materials, such as Polygonatum odoratum, Polygonatum sibiricum, Pseudostellaria heterophylla, Huangdu, etc. Are exposed to people who are interested in studying herbs. Wang Ping of the Qing Dynasty once wrote a poem entitled "The Hidden Place of Dongqiao Valley": "Clouds are separated in the valley, and the forest is dark and empty. I don't know whether spring is shallow or deep, but the grass in taniguchi is green. I've heard of people hiding, and among them? Huang Du. " Huang Du was written by Dong Qiao's friend. It is said that when Dong Qiao lived in seclusion in Wangjiashan, he collected herbs for a living.

As for ganoderma lucidum, auricularia auricula, bracken and other edible plants, there are countless and can be seen everywhere.

Even such a rich mountain is never ostentatious and unpretentious, because surrounded by gas fields, the whole mountain looks really light and beautiful.

"The sea is blue in autumn and the tide is flat in the afternoon. A statue of yellow leaves falling, sunset glow in Wan Li. Think about the past when you are old, and change the world when you are extravagant. The West Mountain alone will not change, and it will remain conservative. " In retrospect, Dong Qiao and his friends, or just like us, traveled in the mountains together, picking wild fruits there, catching grass carp in the water, scooping clear water in the stream, collecting firewood in the mountains, looking at the surrounding scenery, feeling deeply, then sitting on the floor and drinking to the fullest. When tea and wine are smoked, they will also be touched by the scene, and then they will be full of poetry and sing to each other in the close-up view. Sometimes the piano vibrates the forest, sometimes the long whistle resounds through the wilderness and the valley echoes. Did they hear the natural sounds of mountains and rivers or the spiritual echoes of a long time ago?

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Wangjiashan village is really like a village hidden in the mountains in Song paintings. Surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side, the air is warm and humid. Walking into this mountain village, I always feel that I have strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden, and suddenly I have a feeling of retiring.

Presumably Dong Qiao was also like this! With hunting dust, once I entered Wangjiashan, I never wanted to go out again.

Because it is located on a cliff, Wangjiashan Village lives by the mountain. From a distance, the houses in the mountains are stacked one by one, like a small fan. Ancient stone houses, stone roads, locust trees and seaweed snuggle silently in front of the mountain, much like an ink painting.

It's late autumn, and the small village is full of colors. Persimmon trees are covered with branches, apple trees are graceful, and figs are grinning. Blue sky, white clouds floating freely, like a boat floating on the sea; The air is clean and silk is as smooth and cool as oil. Take a breath and enter your lungs completely. Suddenly, a bird crowed overhead, breaking all the silence. One or two dogs bark, like the ancient meaning written in the poem.

Walking on the uneven stone road, there are not many pedestrians. Those slate roads patched together by stones of various shapes are like patchwork clothes on the ground, which are warm and feel touched by the sun.

Someone drove a tractor into the village and a cart of red apples was unloaded. Pick up an apple and eat it quickly. The villagers are very kind and don't blame us. On the contrary, they kept urging us to pick up delicious food. I'm too lazy to pick it up. It's all good, full and crunchy. A clean stream has entered my throat and cleared my heart. The sisters in charge of classifying apples said that the apples in Wangjiashan are different from those in other places because they are watered by mountain springs and are delicious. People come to collect apples every year. Before the apples in the orchard were picked, there was a car waiting by the orchard to buy them specially. We had a good time. The apple seller hasn't come today. We can pick up some delicious food and buy some home.

So on say, a line of people began to act. You weigh ten Jin, I weigh twenty Jin, and he weighs thirty Jin. After a while, he bought several baskets of apples. Watching us eat foolishly one by one, they laughed, and the laughter was the same as the sound of whistling in the mountains, repeating a lot of "haha", and the whole village of Turin moved.

In front of and behind the house in the village, many people planted pomegranates, saying that it means more children and more happiness. I stopped under an old pomegranate tree and the door creaked open. The old man who went out saw that I liked it, so he quickly picked two for me and said they were delicious and took them home. Seeing the kindness of the old man, we chatted with her. She said that she was over eighty, and all of us were surprised to open our mouths like punctuation marks in a unified arrangement.

The old man smiled brightly and said that this village is a well-known longevity village. There are more than 40 couples over 80 years old, and there are many centenarians. She said simply, as usual, "It's a beautiful day".

All the people living in Laowangjiashan are old people. Even if they disturb the years, they are quietly stationed in the mountains and become friends of the mountains.

When my mother was alive, she said that she always liked old quilts and old plates. She said that there is a warm and practical attitude in the old things, and she is very practical in her heart.

Before the evidence can be tested, I don't know if anyone still lives in the mountain village. I only know that this old mountain, old village and very old people together form hieroglyphics, which are worthy of textual research. They are the backbone of Wangjiashan; They warmed the sky in Wangjiashan.

I stood in this freehand painting, drinking tea comfortably, and there was an old man in his 80 s who spoke to me gruffly. She pointed to the mountain in front of me and told me that the mountain adjacent to Wangjiashan was called "Qunxian Mountain". Dong Qiao was like a fairy, and a group of people followed him wandering in the forest.

When she looked in the direction of her finger, it was really foggy, the jungle was towering, the mountains were interlaced, and there were thousands of images. Thinking of climbing to the top of the mountain one day, a breeze arrived at the right time and blew away the tea in the cup. For a time, the fragrance of trees and old tea intertwined, filled with every thirsty soul in the world. My body seems to be touched by the aura of "Qunxian Mountain", and it is as refreshing as washing thoroughly in the breeze.

She said, my tea is delicious, but the cup is too small. I can borrow her big teapot.

The people around you burst into laughter. Laughter echoed in the rolling mountains of Wangjiashan.

In the autumn sunshine, the village radiates pleasant light, just like in the past. ...