Climb Scout Mountain and talk about it.

Yu Guangzhong, a mountain residence in Sha Tin.

Outside the study is the balcony, and outside the balcony is the sea, not the mountain. The sea is a blue corner, and the mountains are green and gloomy chains. Yamawai

There are mountains, and the farthest Cui Wei disappears in a cloud of smoke. Suddenly, there seems to be something. If there is nothing, it is the vastness and gloom of the mainland. The sun and the moon

Idle, have a plenty of time and space. Endless mountains and green waters, Ma Yuan Xia Gui's long story, let the wind blow and let the eagle fly

Let the misty eyes stretch back and forth. For eighteen months, I have been pitching heaven and earth in it and breathing every day. Also 18 months

That is to say; The peach house in 1999 has already opened in two; Su Yue in Mid-Autumn Festival has been full twice.

The sea and the sky are opposite, and the mountain is in the middle; Even in the clear autumn, in the transparent blue light; There is also a gentle sea breeze, suspicious.

Illusion, doubt and truth are like opening a mysterious mirror; It's not people who look in the mirror, it's God. The sea and the mountains are together; I can't tell. It's the sea.

Invaded the mountains, or the mountains lured the sea; I saw that the sea surrounded the mountains into a corner of the peninsula, and the mountains surrounded the sea into a Wang.

Wonder B. The mountains are like rings, and the vast South China Sea cannot be trapped. After all, the northeast lacks a bite. Let the mast on the wall stick out and drive in.

Let's go On the clearest afternoon, under the Eight Immortals Ridge, a white ferry, facing the beautiful sunset, sailed leisurely to Tai Po and vomited all over.

The exposed harbor is paved with thousands of hectares of blue; Just to contrast the dazzling white shadow. On windy days, the sea blows into thousands of acres of Lantian,

Countless lilies come and go. In the middle of the night, the mountain shadows are all black, the distance is scattered, and the lights are sleeping.

Go, leaving only the ebb and flow of waves; The eternal snoring and shocking rhythm shook my whim. Sometimes a fishing lamp.

Impressively, it emerged in the dark sea; Arranged in an arc, the fishing nets are getting smaller and smaller, forming clusters of golden lotus.

The sea surrounds the mountains, and the mountains surround me. Shatian mountain residence, the peak turns around. My morning and evening, sunrise and sunset, full moon and new moon, all of them.

Through this, I became a mountain man. When I asked Yu what I was doing in Bishan, I just laughed and didn't answer. Shan has answered for me. In fact, the mountain didn't come back.

Answer; It is the bird that answers the mountain; This is a mistake. It's the pine wind that meets the mountain. Shan is a monk who hides his Zen machine and doesn't talk easily. Renzai building

Leaning against the railing, the mountains sit around like eighteen arhats stacked together; Never tire of watching it. Climb the Buddha's head to watch the sunrise in the morning.

At dusk, I walked all the way back from the College of Literature of Union College and waited for me halfway up the mountain. The terrain is lower than the Buddha's shoulder, but it is better than

Buddha's stomach is higher. At this time, the mountain said nothing, but the noisy birds gave away his happy mood. Wait until the bird survives.

When the mountain shadow is at a loss, the sound of nature will sink. If it is intermittent, the singer in the tree will take a break and the song in the grass will start again. Until/very

In the valley below the ravine; Form and position are equivalent to the navel of Buddha, and there is a sense of humor in deep depression. This valley is

A village girl who loves music likes to imitate sounds best, but she is too shy. Not very skilled. Whether it's birds singing and dogs barking, or

When the train plays the flute at Taniguchi, she should also learn to shout half a beat behind and answer people's tails.

From my upstairs, Ma On Shan is steep and faces the east, which makes Zhao Hui late. Lushan Mountain is majestic and narrow.

Near, burly shoulders once covered half of the western world; Urging dusk to come half an hour earlier, the setting sun fell into his monk's sleeve when he was distracted.

Went to the room. A furnace of sunset glow, brass burned into red gold and then turned into purple smoke, a magnificent myth, the funeral of the sun. balcony

Open; Sit and watch the evening scene turn into night; Seems to be very slow, but also seems to be very agile, only feel cheeks flushed dry, the rest of the trees, suddenly.

Close at hand, the shadow of greed has reached your elbow and armpit. Night comes from behind you early. That process is a wonderful blindness.

Practice, that's beyond the reach of eyelids. By four o'clock at night, the darkness is a foregone conclusion, and the surrounding mountains are gloomy.

It is awe-inspiring. In particular, Xiping Lushan Mountain, which is still like a Buddha during the day, is amiable. I actually put it away at this time, but it was embarrassing.

Sitting there, black hair is like a monster waiting for someone secretly, hidden, and there is a lurking uneasiness.

The majestic momentum of Qianshan is like pressure, who dares to shake it? But with clouds and smoke, the solemn mountain country has changed. Foggy days, mountains

Into a row of islands, floating and sinking in white smoke. Baxianling really became the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

On the waves, sometimes in the diffuse clouds. One morning, when I raised my eyes, I saw the Eight Immortals and Saddles, and all the peaks near and far.

Yes, once in a while, clouds disperse and the keepsake of Lushan Mountain is like a glimpse from the sky, and the vehicles to Tai Po hover in the air. My yang

Taiwan Province is divorced from everything; There is no land underground; Go up and down in the turbulent Bai Tao. The chickens and dogs in the valley come from under the clouds and from people far away.

Between. Going to the high union college to attend classes, there are clouds everywhere, and teachers and students are all floating in clothes and become immortals. I got on the platform and said

Roads, smoke and clouds all leaned out through the window to eavesdrop.

On windy days, all the hazy clouds are wiped clean, and water and mountains can be seen in the mirror. Originally on the other side of the river

Under the Eight Immortals Ridge, there are many mountain villages, wild shops and water margin families. The weather on the peninsula is changing day by day, and the wind suddenly comes.

Come, drive straight from Haikou; At the foot of the valley into bellows, endless roar and churning. Phragmites australis

Grass, turning the sea, spitting white waves, the wind is a group of transparent beasts, running and kicking; Whistle away.

Tides and winds, even if they shake the sky and the earth, only add desolation and wildness to the boundless silence. The most exciting and fascinating.

Come on, it's just an artificial coquettish sound. From early morning to midnight, there are more than forty classes a day, between mountains and seas. Knock on the railing and whistle.

I went to the bus, truck and pig car of the Kowloon-Canton Railway. Dragging the black smoke floating hair, the slender carriage No.13 is flat and graceful.

The human body, an old-fashioned means of transportation in the industrial age, still has the charm of the old world, which is incomparable to Concorde supersonic aircraft.

The railroad tracks under the mountain extend northward; Pluck my heartstrings. My central nervous system has to go north and south more than forty times a day.

Thousands of iron wheels beat in turn, reminding me with the heroic rhythm of steel sparks that this is not a cave paradise hidden at the bottom of the valley; live in

On the mountain, I am not a scenic spot. Even when the king can, I have gone downstairs:

Yu Dafu's Fishing Platform Spring Day and Night

Because we are close at hand, we think we can go whenever we want, but we often have no scenic spots in our hometown.

Have a chance to play, or make up your mind to play is not easy. Because of this, I have been interested in Yanling on Fuchun River for twenty years.

Although I keep it in mind every time, my feet have not walked in this direction. 193 1 year, I was in xinxu, and the spring clothes were not finished in March.

And the central party emperor seems to want to play a trick played by Qin Shihuang. I was warned and left the house in a hurry. first

After a few days' rest in a poor village near Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I occasionally saw a grave-sweeping boat, so I felt homesick and decided to go back.

Around a big bend, I rushed to my hometown, but it was just before the Qingming Cold Food Festival. I went to several graves with my family. It's been a long time.

The relatives and friends I met were busy for a few days, and a kind of rural fatigue suddenly struck, so I decided to go.

Diaotai visits Yan Ziling's seclusion.

Diaotai is more than 20 miles from Tonglu County, Tonglu is 90 miles from Fuyang County, and it takes three hours by small steamboat from Fuyang upstream.

You can go to Tonglu and then take a sailboat.

On the day I went, I remember it was a rainy day and I took the late boat. When the ship arrived in Tonglu, it was already dawn.

It was dusk, so I had to stay upstairs in a hotel near the pier.

Tonglu County, about three miles long, with more than 3,000 smoke stoves and 120,000 residents, is located on the north bank of Fuchun River and was originally from Anhui and Zhejiang.

Traffic arteries, now that the Hangjiang Railway has been opened, it seems that it is not as prosperous as it was a decade or two ago. Especially to make passengers feel depressed.

Yes, that's the group of flower boats that disappeared at the foot of Scout Mountain. Speaking of scouts, it is a city near Tonglu County.

Lingshan resort, although the mountain is not high, is naturally spiritual because of the fairy. As far as the situation is concerned, this Scout Mountain can really produce.

Many childlike sisters-in-law with stiff accents and unique charm are full of vitality. Located on the east bank of Tongxi, just at the intersection of Tongxi and Fuchun River.

Therefore, Yiyi Yishui, the west bank overlooks the smoke trees in Tonglu County. Linjiang in the south is Shili Changzhou; Fang Gan, a poet in Tang Dynasty.

The former residence is deep in the wreath of Jiulihua in Shili Tongzhou. Passing through Tonglu county to the west, facing a row of green trees with uncertain height.

Mountains, this is the son and grandson of Fuchun Mountain. At the foot of the northeast mountain, there is a fertile land and a long serpentine road in Sangma, which is hidden.

Reproduced, lingering in the middle of peach blossoms, willows, acacia and elms, bypassing a small ridge, it is the realm of Fuyang County, and it is about Cheng Ming.

The graves of Tao are always ten or twenty miles apart. I'm going to visit the Scout and Taoist Temple, and I'm going to Tonglu that day.

At night, it is talking about clouds and the moon, and it is raining.

Yuliang Ferry, because no one crosses the river at night, the ferry stops at the foot of Tongjun Mountain on the east coast. I wandered out of the hotel, first at the departure port.

The ferry in the distance stopped for a few minutes. Later, a young woman who came to the ferry to wash rice at night bowed her head and asked once before she got it.

The secret of crossing the river. She said, "All you have to do is shout two or three times and the boat will come." Thank her for teaching me kindly first, and then use both hands.

There are speakers around, "Hey, hey, please swing!" "A shout to the longitudinal, indeed as expected in the shadow of the river, the hull.

It vibrates. Roll gradually, after five minutes. I was at the ferry, but I finally recognized the voice of babbling. Time seems to have entered.

The next moment, the group movement in the small town has quieted down, because the young woman at the ferry has been hiding in the dim night.

After I went to her white face, I was alone by the river, and before I knew it, I felt a twilight of my hometown.

Sadness. When the ferry arrived at the shore, there were a few slight waves and another copper east from the bow. I have jumped on the boat, and so has the ferry.

It's already turned around. Sitting in the dark cabin, I just listened to the sound of paddling at first, and then it was in the dark.

I saw the fireworks on the long pipe that the boatman smoked for a week. Finally, because I was oppressed by silence, I had to speak:

"boatman! How much should I give you for cheating me like this? " I asked. "Your husband can take as much as he wants." The boatman's theory

It was a long and slow talk. It seemed that I was already sleepy, so I took out twenty cents from my bag. "This twenty cents, even mine.

Ferry money, please wait for me for a while, go up the mountain to burn Ye Xiang once, and I have to go through Jiang Lai. "The boatman's answer, just right.

Wu, faint with a nasal sound like, but judging from the two or three brisk coughs after this nasal sound, he seems to have

I feel very satisfied now, because I also know that the money for rural ferry is only two or three coppers at most.

At the foot of Scout Mountain, on the rugged road covered by mountain shadows and tree shadows, I didn't walk a few steps when I landed, but I was knocked down by a boulder.

, slide down once. The boatman seemed to be moved by pity and came up without saying a word, but suddenly he gave me one.

A box of matches. After thanking him for his kindness, I rallied and touched the mountain again. First, I must light a match and walk three or five times.

Walking, but halfway up the mountain, the road is regular, and the semi-regular moonlight in the Wei Yun pile also faintly reveals a silver line.

So half a box of matches still in my hand was hidden in my bag. The road winds up from the northwest of the mountain, getting higher and higher gradually.

As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, the sky was a little brighter, and there were countless lights in Tonglu county and city. Looking at the center of the river, there are two Fuchun rivers.

The boat on the shore and the stern bow moored at the confluence of Tongxi River can still see a little fire. Halfway up the hill, you can see the scout's vision.

At night, it seems that the bells and drums on the mattress haven't stopped, and it seems that you can still hear the residual sound of several wooden fish in your ears. Go to the top of the mountain first and meet you halfway.

There is a female wall outside the Taoist temple, but the door of this female wall has been closed. Wandering outside the gate for a while, I felt I had arrived.

After going through this door and not going in, I finally couldn't satisfy my curiosity and quirks in this dark night adventure. So I thought about it several times and decided.

You want to go in, you have to go in. When you push it gently with your hand, the gate has retreated to the rear and opened. This door

Turns out it wasn't locked there. After entering the gate, I walked fifty or sixty steps to the east and south on the stone road under the faint moonlight.

Unexpectedly, I walked outside the Taoist temple gate. Needless to say, these two scarlet doors are closed there. When I got here, I-

I don't want to break into houses again, because this door faces the river in the south, and there is a stone path ten feet wide outside.

On one side of the road is the wall of the Taoist temple, and on the other side is the hillside. On the side near the hillside, there is a two-foot high stone wall built there.

It's about replacing railings to prevent people from falling down the mountain. On the stone wall, there are bluestones two or three feet wide, like stone fences.

On the stone-like wall, you can sit and rest and enjoy the scenery across the Tongjiang River, even if you sit here for one night.

Why should I open the door and wake up those old nightmares?

In the empty sky, only some gray clouds are rising and the clouds are gone. You can also see the sky at half an angle.

Star, but it looks the most interesting, but it is still a half-moon shadow you want to hide and show, and you will see it. At this time, the river seems to have risen.

In the wind, the migration of cloud feet comes faster. And looked down at Jiang Xin, how many scattered lights on the ship, also suddenly dark down.

The earth has changed its position.

The scenery outside the Taoist temple is really amazing. Ten years ago, when I was traveling in the wild, I went to the Jingkou area of Guazhou.

Spent a lot of time. At that time, I felt that it really deserved its reputation. It's really a mountain outside Kanluoji, and now it's in Tonglu, unconscious.

When I came to scout, I felt that the scenery was beautiful and quiet, and the whole scenery persisted, but it was not the best in the world.

The mountains are unparalleled. No wonder I got Yan Ziling and Dai Zhengshi. If I can have a house and study in a place like this,

In order to support themselves, what kind of high officials, high salaries and reputation do you need? Sitting alone on the stone bench in front of the scout temple,

Look at those mountains. Looking at the water, looking at the lights in the city and the stars in the sky, dreaming endless boring dreams, I forgot all these.

For an instant, I got carried away, until the sound of a river blowing came. When I looked west, I suddenly felt that the lights in the city were slightly weakened.

Ran down the mountain, crossed the river and ran back to the hostel.

The next day, I intruded into the morning and felt that the dream I had in front of the Scout View yesterday had not been finished. Suddenly there was a window outside.

The sound of blowing a horn. Although the good dream is broken, it is sad because of the sound of business, but it contains some desolate ancient meanings, and

Liuan winds and waning moons, just waiting for the boat to go to Yanling; So although I have some resentment in my heart, I just hang it on my face.

Seeing the smile, I got up to freshen up and asked the waiter to rent a boat. I rented a sculls fishing boat and bought some wine and fish.

Meters, Chen is on the dock in front of the hotel, gently Jiang Xin shook out, in the middle of the cloud curtain in the east, has revealed several figures.

Silk blushed. It's past eight. Master Zhou was so anxious that he only complained about the hotel waiter. Why didn't you tell him beforehand last night? All right.

Leave early. Because it's seven miles from the beach, seven miles without wind and seventy miles with wind. I will go to the fishing platform to play and come back, although the distance is

Limited, but the wind and rain are changeable these days, and you may have to walk at night when you come back.

After Tonglu, the center of the river narrowed and the shoals did increase. There are few boats coming and going on the road, because

The horn sounded in the morning is a signal that the express train is bound for Jiande. As soon as the clippers leave, there are not many ships sailing on both sides of the strait.

There are green hills on both sides, with a shallow water in the middle, sometimes passing through a sandbar, peach blossoms and cauliflower on the mainland, and many others.

White flowers that know their names call for spring and evening, attracting bees and butterflies. I took a sip of Yan Dongguan's medicine on the bow.

Pointing at something, the wine asked the boatman, what mountain is this and what port is that? He admired for a long time, and people felt tired.

After a while, I don't know when, I walked into a restaurant by the water, and now I have made friends with several party officials I haven't seen for years.

Friends talk loudly. In addition to talking about it, I also recited a crooked poem made in the same situation two or three years ago:

Instead of respecting the former and cherishing the body,

Pretentiousness is inevitable,

Once flogged a famous horse for drunkenness,

Afraid of feeling tired, beauty.

Robbery in the southeast,

Chicken crow, wind and rain, dust in the sea,

Sad songs and crying will eventually make up for it,

Just now, people all said about Ditai.

I didn't want to drink any more wine until the banquet was over. I was embarrassed by my friends, even the two sitting next to me.

The hostess is reluctant to say more. Is this up and down shall not be depressed, but the boatman cried loudly:

"Sir, Luo Zhi has passed, and Diaoyutai is just ahead. Please wake up so that you can cook in the mountains. "

I wiped my eyes, adjusted my clothes and looked up. The surrounding water and mountains suddenly changed again. Clear one

The shallow water is a little narrower than before, and the surrounding mountains are particularly tight, as if there is no way forward. The mountains are steep,

Looking at it, I feel very thin and tall. Looking around the world, I can't see anyone. The sound of sculls,

It seems that I dare not be presumptuous at this point. After the tick, it will take a long time to get a weak response, quiet, quiet, quiet, and the water around me.

Going up and down the mountain, the rock head is only immersed in the ancient silence, and even the shadow of birds can't be seen in the gorge. The place ahead

It is said that on Diaoyutai Mountain, only two stone barriers, a skewed pavilion and many criss-crossing vegetation can be seen. A temple on the mountainside

Don, only some ruins are exposed. There is not even a wisp of smoke in the house. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

The weather is gloomy again. The sun that once appeared in the morning has already disappeared in the clouds, leaving only the afterglow.

This is a half-arrow mountain wind, and sometimes it can't be blown from the side. The boat reached the foot of the mountain, followed by a boatman carrying grain, wine, fish and rice.

When I went to Mr. Yan's ancestral temple, I was really a little scared, afraid of meeting a dry and old towel gourd tendon in this barren mountain.

The ghost of Mr. Yan.

Sitting in the living room of the west courtyard of the ancestral temple, after talking with the unknown people of Mr. Yan's descendants about the floods and droughts for many years,

My heart gradually calmed down, and I entrusted him with the chores of cooking, so the boatman and I climbed out of the broken stone tablet.

On the fishing platform.

The east-west stone fence is two or three hundred feet high, about two miles from the river, and the east-west platform is only one or two hundred steps away, but in the meantime,

There is a deep valley in the middle. Standing in Dongtai, you can see Luo Zhi's family. Looking back, the scenery seems a bit loose, but one

Looking west on Xie's western steps, the beautiful scenery in the valley is completely different from that on the earth. Although I have never been to Switzerland,

But when I arrived at the West Railway Station and looked west, I immediately remembered the William Turzu Temple I had seen in the photo. The tranquility of these four mountains,

The blue of this river is similar to the color of cologne in the picture, the only difference is the change here.

A little more, the surrounding environment is a little messy and untidy, but this is an advantage, which is enough to represent the oriental nation.

Decadent and desolate beauty.

Coming down from Diaoyutai, I went back to Mr. Yan's ancestral temple-I remember this was rebuilt by Pan, the magistrate of Yanzhou after Hongyang-

I had a big meal in the west courtyard and felt a little drunk. I took a toothpick made of a matchstick and went to the east to look for it.

In front of the niche of Mr Yan's statue, he looked around at broken walls. Cui Mo was wet all over, and the questions there were mostly vulgar and vulgar passers-by

The handwriting of a senior official. Finally, on a white wall in the south, in a corner near the eaves, I saw one of us.

Four poems by fellow countryman Xia Lingfeng, who died recently, are similar to Shao's poems, but slightly emotional. Although Mr. Xia Lingfeng only knows how to cherish the past,

He is not good at this, but in the past 50 years, there is really no second person who died of stubborn content like him. compare

Now those official fans Nan Man Shang Shu, the official ladies of the East, have come, and his words and deeds, regardless of it, are called bones.

Say, I think it's a generation hundreds of times heavier than what Luo Zhengtai. Mu xian's heart is moved, and it is naturally difficult to smoke people's stinking skills.

Stacked some desks and chairs, borrowed a broken pen, and I farted on the high wall behind Mr. Xia Lingfeng's feet, that is,

In the dream of the cabin, I also recited the crooked poem.

Jumping off the wall, I went for a walk in the patio in front of the niche. I felt dry and thirsty after drinking, so I went again.

I walked back to the west courtyard and sat still, drinking two bowls of green tea. In these four silences, I only heard my own chirp and drinking water.

In the silence of the broken wall of the broken courtyard, it was like thunder, but suddenly a long and idle voice flew out from the bamboo garden behind the courtyard.

Rhythmic chicken calls. At the same time, the boatman who was resting outside the door also walked into the door and loudly said to me:

"Sir, let's go home, it's time to eat snacks, didn't you hear the cock crow?

A pheasant? Let's go back! "

Written in Shanghai in August 1932