Ji prose

When I was a child, I stood on the threshing floor in front of my house in Shanglin Village. Looking back, I can see the top of the mountain in the northwest. Father said, what you see is Yandang Mountain. Looking forward from the village, there is a sparkling sea. My childhood was spent between mountains and seas. 1966, eldest brother is a junior in Yandang Middle School. Every Saturday, he will bring firewood, sometimes a bundle of firewood, sometimes a bundle of roots, to his home with other students. Mother said the geese are good, and the firewood there still needs to be burned. In my mother's mind, Yandang Mountain is firewood mountain. Sometimes when my mother comes back from the street, she will buy a car full of firewood. The seller carrying firewood is from Lingyan Village, Yandang Mountain. We call him the woodcutter. This load of firewood is so big that it is difficult for the firewood seller to pick it from the gate to the house and pile it in the corner. When mother made a fire, she drew firewood from the high pile of firewood. How long such a load of firewood can burn depends on the quality of the firewood. If there is more hard wood (miscellaneous wood with branches), it will stand burning. If there is soft wood (wool wood), it will not be burned. The former is expensive and the latter is cheap. The firewood my mother bought usually lasts about ten days. What I know about Yandang Mountain is what my eldest brother first told my mother after reading it.

The villagers call it Wild Goose Mountain, and I call it Wild Goose Mountain. Autumn has come, and it is deep. I put on my autumn clothes and trousers, leaned against the cool breeze and saw a flock of geese flying in the distance. They climbed mountains and mountains, getting closer and closer to Shanglin Village and me, until I heard the cry of wild geese-"ga-""ga-""ga-". Then a group of partners with upturned necks also learned the call of geese-"ga-""ga-""ga-". In the process of learning their songs, they fly high above us, head for the seawall, fall, and then fly south along the coast.

At the age of studying, we went to the central school in Zeqian Village in front of Shanglin Village. In the morning, I go to school in the sunshine. After school in the afternoon, the sun sets in the west. Sometimes, the sun is so big and red that it won't set, reflecting the red faces of my friends. At this time, my eyes are extremely bright. On the way to and from school, there are cattle thorns, blue lizards, fart bugs and wet cow dung. The sting of the bull will suddenly make us scream, and the blue lizard will make our feet messy, speed up, step on the wet cow dung warmed by the sun, and the soles of our feet will be warm and slightly itchy. On the way to school, you can see Yandang Mountain as long as you look up. At that time, no one cared about such a mountain except my eldest brother who studied in Yandangshan Middle School and my mother who often bought firewood from Yandangshan. We see Yandang Mountain almost every day, and the term Yandang Mountain hardly exists in our ordinary primary school life. We are a weed at the foot of Yandang Mountain. We live in the wind, rain and clouds of Yandang Mountain and grow up in the wind. We never care about Yandang Mountain itself.

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One Spring Festival, the weather was fine, and many people suddenly appeared on the long seawall. Together with the sea breeze, they came from the sea and came up from the Yuhuan Islands opposite. They are well dressed, and the place where these people go is Yandang Mountain. My friends and I will stand in the open space in front of the village and watch them walk through the village road in batches. Their faces are filled with unspeakable joy. The adults in the village also stood in the clearing and watched them pass by. Adults are a little more confused than children: I didn't expect so many people to see a mountain. What is there to see about that rock, that vegetation and firewood? After the Spring Festival, everything was calm again. The long embankment is as empty as ever, sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls, the villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Since the beginning of this year, a large number of tourists have visited Yandang Mountain by boat every Spring Festival, and the route for tourists to Yandang Mountain has been changed from sea to land until Yuhuan Island and the inland have a direct road. In the third grade of primary school, the teacher once said in class that tomorrow, we will tell our family, bring lunch and visit Yandang Mountain early tomorrow morning. Some students said, don't we see Yandang Mountain every day? What's there to see? The teacher said, just go, where come so many words! I went to Lingfeng of Yandang Mountain this time. The lunch I took home was glutinous rice wrapped in a handkerchief, stuffed with dried fish and a small piece of meat. The distance from school to Yandang Mountain is four kilometers. All the students are absorbed in the lunch in their handkerchiefs or schoolbags. Before reaching the mountainous area, some students began to have lunch (in fact, it is still breakfast time). Only a few students arrived in Lingfeng for some time before they began to have lunch. Watching them eat lunch with relish, we students who had lunch early were very sad and hungry, but we still had to hold back. Hungry, we saw towering peaks, strange stones and dark clouds flying around, fresh, surprising and horrible.

The next week, I wrote a running account sentence, such as "A group of students ate lunch too early, swam around Yandang Mountain hungry, and the mountain wind was so strong that our clothes stood on end, so we rushed home". Due to the lack of landscape description, the Chinese teacher only gave me a passing 3 points. Those who can make it to the last lunch can describe the scenery of Lingfeng in detail. I saw that the Chinese teacher praised many circles drawn in red ink in their composition books. However, from then on, I will always think of the Lingfeng of Yandang Mountain, the hunger at that time, the cliff peaks around me, and the feeling of confusion, tension, strangeness and even fear when I see the scenery. Whenever I look up at Yandang Mountain on the way to school, the feeling of visiting Lingfeng will occupy my ignorant heart. When the weather is clear and the white clouds are floating on the top of Yandang Mountain, my mood is relaxed. When dark clouds are pressing on the top of the mountain, or when it rains continuously and Yandang Mountain can't be seen clearly, the mood is very bad.

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The creek with a wide riverbed behind Shanglin Village is called Baixi. There are Maoyang Village, Baixi Street Village, Shanglin Village, Huang Shang Village, Shangruan Village and jiangbiancun on both sides of this creek. In the dry season, there is not a drop of water in the whole stream, and the riverbed is a dazzling white pebble. Since June, the typhoon season has come and heavy rain has poured down. The flood in the Yandang Mountain stream caused the Baixi River behind the village to skyrocket instantly. The roaring flood rushed to the East China Sea. Sometimes, gongs and drums will suddenly ring in the middle of the night to wake up the sleeping villagers and remind everyone that the flood is coming. By this time, the water level must have reached the most dangerous place of the dam. If it rises another foot, it will break through the dam and endanger the village. At this time, workers will spend the night on the dam wearing hemp fiber, shaking flashlights and carrying straw bags full of sand. We children often sleep until midnight. Whenever the rainstorm begins, parents will say that the water in the wild goose is coming down soon. I don't know how high it will rise this time!

The next day, the rainstorm stopped and the flood subsided. The children came to the high dam, running barefoot, looking at a wide stream and shouting. The noise of children is so insignificant in the sound of running water.

A day later, when the stream recedes, you can see the riverbed covered with clean blue pebbles through the running water. When the sun shines, countless swaying bright halos cover the stones below and shake our eyes.

After a day, the stream will fall again, and the children can go down to the stream to play. At this time, the children will look up at the direction of Yandang Mountain and think, are these streams really flowing down from this mountain? At this time, Yandang Mountain, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the mountains are green.

Although we have been to Lingfeng once in spring and can see Yandang Mountain in front of us, Yandang Mountain is still far away from us children. When we were children, we just looked at Yandang Mountain from a distance, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at noon, sometimes at dusk, so frequently. The most direct relationship between us and Yandang Mountain is water, clouds and breeze, and the Yandang Mountain firewood that my mother bought for cooking.

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Big brother is in the third grade of junior high school in Yandang Middle School. When we went in the spring, Big Brother was talking and laughing with another classmate. Big brother laughed loudly, and his classmates were sitting in the lower berth of the lattice shop listening to him. Eldest brother took us around their school playground, saw the basketball court on the playground, and saw his classmates playing basketball on the basketball court. When we got back to Big Brother's dormitory, one of his classmates took some light bulbs, unscrewed the lamp caps, and then ground a small hole in the cement board. He did it very seriously. Big brother went to help grind it. When each light bulb grinds a small hole, turn on the tap and pour water into the small hole. Slowly, several light bulbs were filled with water. Big brother's classmates and big brother picked up heavy light bulbs and threw them at a wall one by one. The light bulb hit the wall and exploded dully, leaving radial water marks on the wall. I quickly threw away the light bulb. They looked relaxed after throwing away the light bulb. The water on the wall also faded quickly.

This school is big brother's school.

When winter came, Big Brother graduated from junior high school and went to be a soldier. On the day we left, my third brother and I went to their Yandang Middle School by military vehicle. A group of young people who joined the army wore grass-green military uniforms without badges and hats. I almost didn't recognize my big brother. Soon, they sang: "We all came from all corners of the country and came together for a common revolutionary goal." While singing, they got on the bus and left Baixi for another unknown place. Before leaving, my eldest brother told me that there was a soft little book for me at the bottom of my wardrobe. When I got home, I found this notebook and solemnly wrote my name on the cover, feeling gloomy.

For many years after that. I have never been to Yandang Mountain again.

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When I really entered Yandang Mountain, I was already an adult.

/kloc-in the summer of 0/984, I was transferred to work in Yandang Mountain by the factory. This year, I rode a flying pigeon bike into every corner of Yandang Mountain. These places are Xianglingtou, Chaoyang Cave, Xiegongling Corner, Guanyin Cave, Beidou Cave, Beikeng, Nankeng, Yandang Middle School, Xiangyanmen, Martyrs' Tomb, Jingming, Xia Zhe Waterfall, Zhongzhe Waterfall, Shanglingyan, Xialingyan, Lingyan Temple, Lianhua Cave, Longbi Cave, Ma 'anling, Nengren Temple and Dalong Waterfall, etc. I ride very well. Take a closer look at some cliff carvings. Among so many cliff carvings, I like the "Tiankai Map" on the roadside behind Lingyan Temple, the "Famous Mountain on the Sea, First in the World" in front of Lingyan Temple, the "Sword Crossing the Wild Goose Mountain" in Guanyin Cave and the "thousands of feet Zhu Ji" in Dalong Waterfall best. With the exception of a few modern cliff carvings added after 1985, almost all failed. Since then, whenever I see these modern inscriptions, my heart is very sad.

I stayed in Nankeng for a long time, sat on the mountain road and didn't want to get up again. Listening to the slight wind and the rubbing of branches and leaves, I almost became relatives with the surrounding vegetation.

Also in Nankeng, leaning against the inclined wall of a boulder, the protruding part of the rock face leans against the back, conveying roughness, firmness and rooting. The sky is particularly blue. The body is humble and heavy at this moment.

During my work in Yandang Mountain, I still lived in Shanglin Village, and went out early and returned late by bike. 1986, I built a three-story building in Shanglin Village, with a balcony on the west side of the house, standing on the balcony on the third floor, facing Yandang Mountain. At this time, I can clearly know the location of various scenic spots hidden in the depths of Yandang Mountain, the landscape details of various scenic spots, the specific dark color of rocks and the location of trees. Waterfalls are everywhere when the rainy season comes. At this time, my view of Yandang Mountain and my view of Yandang Mountain as a teenager finally connected and continued in time and space and deep in my heart.

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In the meantime, during my work, I contacted Mr. Chen, a music teacher of Wenzhou Normal University who lived in seclusion in Beidou Cave, Mr. Sheng Mufu, a student of Mr. Huang who graduated from Hangzhou Academy of Fine Arts in his early years, Mr. Lao Tang, a chef of Xiangling Hotel, Lao Jin, secretary of the Party Committee of Yandang Township, Zhang Yongshun, vice president of Yandang Primary School, Xie Jun, deputy director of the Executive Bureau, and colleagues and Shi Lizhi. At that time, Mr. Chen lived in Beidou Cave for a long time. In the cave, he played the piano on the couplet of Dong Qichang's "Loyalty and Filial Piety, Long Live the Poem". He plays such works as minuets, toselli serenades, meditation, butterfly lovers, and sometimes erhu, rivers and rivers, night nights, the reflection of the moon in Erquan and the singing of birds in an empty mountain. Sometimes I climb the stairs from the foot of the mountain, and I can hear his looming violin music sandwiched between the mountains and winds from a distance. Mr. Sheng Mufu, who lives with him in the other wing of Beidou Cave, quietly spreads out Xuan paper and uses Jiao Mo to describe the landscape of Yandang Mountain, lovers' peak, rhinoceros looking at the moon, fruit box bridge, Dalong Waterfall and Dalong Waterfall. The light and elegant waterfalls are painted black. Sometimes, in order to make a living, Mr. Sheng Mufu will draw some bookmarks on the landscape theme of Yandang Mountain. Bookmarks are made of styrofoam, and they are sold at the door. The price is not clearly marked, and tourists pay for them themselves. When I go, he will tell me something about the past. For example, when Kang Youwei's son went to Yandang Mountain with his father, it caused an unpleasant thing with Jiang Shunan, and talked about the association between writer Jun Qing and him when he went to Yandang Mountain. Tang, the chef of Xiangling Hotel, is a member of the rural task force and a natural optimist. When he was on the task force, he was always happy to take the lead in going to the countryside and mountains. Whenever he is free, he either sings Peking Opera or tells dirty jokes in the country. My mood is often infected by him, and I forgot the unhappiness of the task force itself for a while. Zhang Yongshun, a Chinese teacher at Yandang Primary School, likes to write poems after teaching. He came to me and said that he would start a literary society and a social magazine together. We named the social magazine Salt Lake Village that day. The next day, Zhang Yongshun began to raise manuscripts and sent them to a typing shop for printing. I designed the cover, and soon "Salt Lake Village" was formally established. This is the earliest literary society in Yandang Mountain. Mr. Xie Jun, Deputy Director of the Administration Bureau, was the first management member I contacted when I went to work in Yandangshan. I graduated from the Chinese Department of Jiangxi Normal University, worked in Yandang Mountain for decades, traveled to every corner of Yandang Mountain, and compiled books such as Folk Stories of Yandang Mountain and Selected Poems of Yandang Mountain. After he retired, I once met him on Yunpu Road in Yueqing. He said that he opened a calligraphy and painting shop on Yunpu South Road and wanted to sell the calligraphy and painting accumulated in Yandang Mountain in previous decades. Later, I received scholars from other places to visit Yandang Mountain. Several people who had been to Yandang Mountain before would ask about the recent situation in Xie Jun. In 20 10, Shu Ting came to Yandang Mountain in Baishi, Yueqing, and asked me about Mr. Xie Jun, saying that he went to Yandang Mountain 1990, which was very impressive. I said, Mr. Xie has passed away. She was shocked and sad.

And Mao Yuan, whose stage name is Yimo. He works in the Garden Department of the Executive Bureau, and works next door to me. 1988 Half a year after I left Yandang Mountain, he also left for Shenzhen. He founded the World Association of Chinese Artists, compiled several "Grand Prizes of Chinese Artists in the World" and engaged in ink painting exploration. Then I went to new york, returned to China, lived in Beijing 798, and then lived in Shuhe, Lijiang. I met him recently and talked about the vicissitudes and fatigue on each other's faces for more than 20 years, and I felt infinite emotion.

And Zhi Ming. Zhi Ming and I are the same age and graduated from the Chinese Department of Wenzhou Normal University. 1985 transferred from yandang middle school to yandangshan administration. When he came, I had been working in Yandang Mountain for more than a year. In the office, he sits opposite me. Usually, we talk a lot. He won the county ranking in chess, so I often see him looking for someone to play chess, but he can't find his opponent in the administration. As far as chess is concerned, he is lonely. He read the only poem written by Xie Lingyun on Yandang Mountain, Crossing Lingxi from Lizhuxi. In the poem, Xie Lingyun wrote that "Shenzixi, Nanshan and Qilishan diverged and went to Jinzhuxi for several miles". After reading it, he pondered for a long time, saying that Shenzixi should be the wrong name of Jingdi's village, because Xie Lingyun couldn't understand Yandang Baixi dialect, and Jingdi made a mistake. His loneliness later extended from chess, which was lonely for people, things and the world. Gradually, he entered a great loneliness. One day, he came to work with a pair of leather shoes on his shoulders and sat at his desk. I said, you carry leather shoes. He smiled. A few days later, I didn't see him come to work. When I asked, I said it was a physical problem and I didn't come for the time being. After I left Yandang Mountain, I once met him on Renmin Road in the county seat. He sat on the side of the road, staring blankly at a place. However, he saw me and shouted my name, Wen Bing! Since then, I have never seen him again, and it has been more than twenty years since I left. Sometimes I accompany my guests into Yandang Mountain and pass by his house, and I will think of him, an old colleague, Zhi Ming!

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After I left Yandang Mountain for the county seat, the number of visits to Yandang Mountain did not decrease. Go to Yandang Mountain almost every other month. Most of the time I go with guests or friends. I have also participated in several literary and art circles writing pen meetings held in Yandangshan. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles Pen Club has been held many times in Yandang Mountain. Once a pen meeting was held in a farmhouse hotel in Salt Lake Scenic Area, and the accommodation was one night for each person in 25 yuan. The hostel is located outside Meiyu Waterfall, next to the ticket office and near the stream. The time of this pen meeting was winter, and more than a dozen authors came wearing thick sweaters. Chen Xianyu, director of the office of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and Zhuo Daqian, the author, went to the village to pick up meat, fish and vegetables for the hotel. Together, they became the leaders of this pen club. When night fell, it was dark and opaque. A group of people walked out of the hotel, walked hand in hand through the ticket office and came to the bottom of Meiyu Waterfall to listen to the sound of water. Then I groped my way back to the hotel, sat down, ordered peanuts and pig's head, heated the peasant rice wine, and talked nonsense until late at night. This pen meeting, seven days a week, I brought an idea of a novella to write. The name of this novel is Trembling Summer. I wrote the first paragraph of this novella at midnight on the first day-"Soybean is tired of teaching, but she will continue to teach." In the evening, Huang Daidou lived in a single dormitory in the corner of the school and wrote a letter to a friend in Hangzhou, the provincial capital. Yellow soybean wrote in the letter: What can I do if I don't teach in Bazhen? In other words, soybean must teach in Bazhen, and can only teach. What can they do without teaching? "The next day, I went to the Great Waterfall in West Liang Shi, sat on the boulder opposite the waterfall, listened to the sound of the water, and watched the waterfall run down. The coldness of my body increases instantly, and the power of water reaches my body with the help of the shape and noise of the waterfall. This is a moment when no one needs to talk. Face it, don't need to say, don't need to think, as long as the body feels, as long as the body is really cold. Of course, this is how I feel when I face West Liang Shi Falls alone. This feeling is very free, illusion and reality are mixed together. Back to the hostel, I continued to write novels. At the weekend, four fifths of the novel was finished. On the sixth day of the Pen Club, I prepared to climb the mountain and head for Salt Lake Mountain at an altitude of 1000 meters. Li Zhennan, deputy director of the Forestry Bureau, contacted the Salt Lake Tea Farm to meet me one day in advance, but the fifth day coincided with heavy rain and could not travel on the muddy mountain road, so I cancelled the original plan to climb the top of the Salt Lake. This pen meeting lasted for seven days. Apart from the novel, my feelings only stopped at West Liang Shi Waterfall.

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I write very little about Yandang Mountain. Three short essays: Feelings of Wild Goose, Crossing Ma 'anling and Leaving Yandang Mountain, with 5,000 words. The first two articles were published in South Zhejiang Daily and Shanghai News respectively, and the last one was published in Xiaotai. Compared with the vast 30 years, this word is just an invisible speck, which hardly exists.

But it is more Yandang Mountain that I talked about in my contacts with friends from all over the world. I described the landscape of Yandang Mountain to them, and described the people and things in Yandang Mountain. They also expect to see the shadow of Yandang Mountain or Qiu Yan from my pupil. What they heard was "Yandang Mountain" pronounced in Mandarin, and Yandang Mountain in that dialect is still far away from them. For example, if you go to Shanglingyan Village, Xialingyan Village, Nengren Village, Luohansi Village and Jiaoling Village and listen to the villagers talking about Yandang Mountain in Taizhou dialect, it will be another Yandang Mountain. Once, I accompanied some friends to Yandang Mountain and Shanglingyan Village. I met several villagers leaning against the stone wall, watching the tourists coldly, being onlookers, talking and laughing. Holding their arms, they talked loudly about the village and the conflict of interest between the village and the travel agency in Taizhou. At the same time, they also laughed at some tourists who put on airs in front of them. Children are the opposite. Once, I saw a six-or seven-year-old child running around like crazy in Xialingyan Village. When he meets tourists, he will answer questions and tell strangers some family secrets. People around Baixi Street at the foot of Yandang Mountain call the villagers Yanshan people. When villagers speak Taizhou dialect, they will appear and flow in every tourist booth, or use Mandarin with a strong Taizhou accent to promote Yandang Mountain local products to tourists. What I said before, a little bit, is still far from them. I'm ashamed of my little words. At the same time, it also relaxes me, because my handwriting is very small and does not exist.

Among predecessors' writings on Yandang Mountain, I have a special liking for the poem "Wild Goose Lake" written by Zhang Jiuyi, the son who died young: "The ancient temple near the mountain is quiet, and the bell rings and the rain falls on Luzhou. Startled in the middle of the night, Shatouyan broke the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. " No matter where I am in Yandang Mountain, when I look back at the sky at the top of Yandang Mountain, this poem will always jump out of my mind. On the playground in front of the empty old office building of Yandang Middle School with Pompeii, we walked on the empty old campus road covered with fallen leaves. We talked about Hu Lancheng who fled to Yandang to teach here, but this poem by Zhang Jiuyi popped up in my mind. A few years ago, I asked Poly Zhang, a colleague and calligrapher of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, to write the poem Zhang Jiuyi for me, and then kept it in the depths of the bookcase. This poem, its transcendental breath often affects me, even appearing in the middle of the night, attacking and surrounding in the dark.

For me, it is already a symbol: emptiness, cold, loneliness and remoteness; It is another Yandang Mountain, a poetic Yandang Mountain.