Hello, Grandma Shi.

That morning, the breeze and flowers set off with our cheerful steps. Along the way, the autumn was crisp, birds sang, and the sound of running water accompanied us, and suddenly the songs rippled in the vast sky.

Grandma Shi, since I heard that you have been standing here for thousands of years, caring has become my daily dream.

There is a beautiful and sad legend with hardworking and kind stone.

According to legend, a long time ago, Magutian was surrounded by mountains and overgrown with weeds, and the land under the mountain was barren and the people were miserable. The villagers live on cultivated land, which is known by the mountain gods. He thought that the villagers cultivated privately and invaded his territory without reporting, so the wicked first sued the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor sent heavenly soldiers to drive out all the villages near the stone before the cock crowed. As it happens, Shi, who has been practicing for many years, knows about it. She was shocked. She was moved to think of the kind villagers who lived together. Time is pressing. She didn't meet the Jade Emperor, so she immediately went down to earth, waiting for a chance to rescue her. On that day, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, Shi knew that disaster was coming. She raised her neck and screamed at dusk. The crows of chickens in nearby villages broke through the dark clouds and resounded through Shan Ye, and a disaster was resolved. It turned out that this crowing was initiated by the crowing of all chickens in Hen Bay (Wuji Bay), which deceived the troubled God and saved the villagers in from the mire. What Shi did angered the jade emperor, who became angry from embarrassment, kicked the stone out of the Heavenly Palace with a very corrupt foot and whipped it with a divine whip. Stone instinctively raised his arm to protect her head, and the whip fell obliquely on her head and body. Until today, there is still a gap about 3 meters long and 5 centimeters wide in the stone.

To commemorate Shi, people called the mountain where she practiced "Shi".

Green mountains, green waters and black land are the homes on which people live. Dojo Stone, Hen Bay (Wuji Bay) and other hardworking and simple people have worked hard here for generations. With beautiful legends, the connotation of mountains is enriched, and with connotation, there is charm and ethereal spirit.

Come to your feet for a nap, bathed in the fragrance of autumn flowers and fruits, intoxicated by your side as if lying in your warm arms, happy as honey. The mountain road is curved, the hillside is steep and the quicksand is soft. Stepping on it is easy to slip and even life-threatening. Everyone helps the old and takes care of the young, which fully embodies the cooperative spirit of mutual help and friendship of a big family. Looking at us, you may have been distressed. Yes, I saw your crystal eyes. You let the cliffs and rows of trees stand quietly on both sides of the road, just like a long time ago, my mother and Xiao Xia waited silently at the entrance to the village. When I came home, my eyes were full of expectation and treasure. That kind of treasure, only I know best.

We trudged forward on foot, you let the sun hold our hands, you let the fallen leaves and grass cover pebbles, and let our toes feel the softness of your heart. You put the stone forest in various poses, let's take pictures and lean on it. You also let the birds jump on the branches in response to our songs. You let the clear spring wash away our tired and dusty hearts, you let wild fruits float in the fields for us to satisfy our hunger, and finally, you let the breeze sweep away the sweat from my forehead. At the moment of falling, I was silent ... I never shed tears for anything again, and my eyes were full of tears. For thousands of years, regardless of the wind and rain, you proudly refused to yield to the powerful. Your elegance and nobility surprised me and made me sigh. This was my initial worry. And you let the hand of the wind caress my head, let me look up at the warm air accompanied by autumn sunshine and white clouds, and you told me that it was warm and had nothing to do with distance. Just like I am going home now, I still miss your warm eyes and the spinning world all over the mountains.

We are walking on your back, someone is taking pictures and someone is fighting. You may have been waiting for a long time. Maybe you prefer to be alone and don't want to be disturbed by us, but your eyebrows are still very happy because I see your smile. Your smile, riding a flying dandelion, stops on the persimmon tree. You let each persimmon tree leave some picked fruit and let some passing birds rest and enjoy it. I saw your smile, jumping from the dancing branches to the farmyard, blooming on the corn under the eaves and the red pepper outside the kitchen. That string of red peppers looks like my sister's long braid when she got married. I also saw your smile, falling from the roof tiles to the side door smoking old man. The wrinkles on his face carved by the sun are deeper, as deep as the distant heart in this autumn. When our shadow stayed in the yard, the busy woman moved out a few small stools and moved out enthusiastically. Smoke rises, the hot air of cups of boiling water moistens some eyes, and some originally turbid eyes become as clear and transparent as babies.

We carefully observe you with transparent eyes.

Earth walls, tile houses, bright-winged chickens, leisurely humming pigs; Yellow but still erect corn stalks; Ancient trees and stones lie alone in the mud, or stand under the eaves at will to listen to the wind, rain and flowers; Persimmon trees, hawthorn trees and pear trees are hidden in the embrace of the forest, and the layers of forests are full of fruits and full of fragrance; From time to time, accompanying goats pass by; A spider built a beautiful home in the city tree; Some ants running under the fallen leaves are running for love; The trickle of the stream tells an old story and deduces the carefree and beautiful life of modern people. Dear Shi, you are a stone rooted in the deep mountain depression, but your holy soul is deeply planted in our hearts.

When the sun shines on your ravine again, we can't go to never say goodbye.

The setting sun seems to freeze at the top of the mountain in an instant, reluctant to part. But you turned your back, pretended not to care, carefully marked the scale of the sun, and continued your daily schedule, just like my mother's cheerful smile every time she left her hometown, but I was sad alone after we left. I came home full of harvest, such as red hawthorn and golden persimmon, like the smell of sunshine and the mountains like ink, but more of it is the warmth and heat lingering in your arms, like mountain wine.

Meeting and parting are unbearable. Grandma Shi, I'll see you again when I have the chance!