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? When it comes to scenery, there is always an impulse to write.
? The mountains in my hometown, some steep and steep, go straight into the sky. Some are magnificent and endless. When I was a child, I always looked into the distance and wondered what the end of the mountain looked like. Later, although I had enough feet, I didn't explore it. Maybe I was afraid of breaking my childhood dream.
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? The rolling mountains have bred countless rivers. The river in my hometown is not so docile, and it always runs tirelessly. It is their agility that has created so many talented literati. Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" was not dry, Li Bai's boat was drifting in Jiangling, and when Li Bai was still drinking for the moon, Du Fu's thatched cottage was blown by the autumn wind ... Under the influence of this atmosphere, countless descendants habitually formed an indissoluble bond with literature.
? Behind my house is a towering ridge-Laojuntang. It is the commanding height of Fiona Fang for thousands of miles. Later, the TV signal tower was built on the top of the mountain, radiating modern civilization to the surrounding area. The mountainside is called Duangongpo, which is a lush national forest, and all the towering cypresses point to the blue sky. It takes a few people to reach out and camp out. Perhaps it is because the mountains are high and the roads are far, and it is extremely difficult to cut down and transport, so it was not sent to the steelmaking furnace, and it survived and sheltered the mountain people here.
? Grandpa Wang Guoyu, my roommate's elder and next-door neighbor, is responsible for protecting the national forest. His brushwork is vigorous and elegant, and he will write on holidays, weddings and funerals, and neighbors from far and near. He carved on the wall of his house, leaving a lot of words. Perhaps, these words such as "blessing" and "longevity" have disappeared in the long river of years with the collapse of houses. His chess skills are superb, and he taught me to play chess from the formula of chess manual. Now, as a senior chess fan, I hope I can play chess with you under the eaves of my hometown, accompanied by oblique wind and drizzle. My preference for literature, you also played a subtle role in enlightenment.
? Literati, no matter when and where, are used to speaking with a pen tube. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the only scholar who cares for trees with a brush. Due to the lack of fuel, some villagers secretly peel off thick bark for firewood. What left those smooth trunks was his splash-ink rice paper, which read couplets, commandments and old sayings. His own forest protection concept and life perception are perfectly connected with nature. I also hope that in this barren land, those words will flourish with the extension of towering old trees.
At the top of laojunmiao, there is a broad view, and other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... My sister-in-law's house is nearby, and their surname is Lin, so the villagers used to call it "Lin's house". A few years ago, temples were built here, and incense was popular. It was a place where devout mountain people sought immortality and divined their fate. Now the temple has collapsed, broken fragments are scattered in weeds, the shepherd boy in the mountain lets the cattle shuttle through the ruins, and rocks and weeds have replaced the busyness of the past.
Not far away, there is a cypress tree with a strange shape. Its trunk is too big and decays into a big hole in the middle, hence the name "Shirakawa Tree". Nobody knows the age of wearing cypress. It's too long, too long, and I can't tell the difference with the gods. The villagers pinned their hopes on this mysterious cypress tree, and countless red ribbons hung on its branches. This is the reverence for the gods after the pious people realize their wishes, which is called "wishing", and there are firecrackers from time to time. The site of Laojundian has long been used to this cold.
? A high mountain, without the touch of famous sentences, will disappear in the vast mountains even if the altitude is higher. Laojun Mountain is still accompanied by fog transpiration, watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the mountains and rivers at the foot, and the years have changed.
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? Right in front of my house, along the rugged ridge path, there is a steep cliff-Laomuyan within two miles. On the edge of the cliff, there are several huge stones piled up, so steep that even if the wind blows, the huge stones will sway. When I was a child, I used to go there to herd cattle on the hillside, so the flat ground on this boulder is convenient for me to rest.
Yuan Xiaode's home is in a clearing far below the old mother rock. He is my primary school teacher. He is knowledgeable, handsome and humorous. The benchmark action of that year was to spin the basketball at the fingertips for a long time without falling off, and then give the students a confident look and leave an unforgettable impression.
? I often step on the early morning rain and dew, watching the rising sun, standing on the boulder on the cliff, watching the smoke rising from the teacher's tile house, and watching the table tennis table placed in the courtyard dam; I also looked at the smoke clouds and the endless sky on the horizon; I also watched the birds fly together when the rain came, and I also watched the gorgeous sunset in the west. Now the old mother rock is covered with lush trees, and modern cameras can't take your original appearance. In fact, I miss your sincere confession more, which is the memory of the years.
My hometown is becoming more and more desolate in the torrent of progress. Layers of fertile land have long been abandoned, and the sight of plowing cattle between heaven and earth and plowing in the clouds has faded out of our sight. That primitive life is the real hometown, the shadow of hometown, and the hometown in memory.
? In front of the teacher's house is the Shiwazi River. The river bed is full of cliffs, with a great drop. Up and down on both sides of the strait, through the feet of countless generations, a steep road has been abruptly stepped out, extending from the bottom of the river step by step by slate. This road is the only way for me to go to my grandmother's house. There are many strange rocks in the river, and there is no way to find them. I remember every time my father held me and jumped over the rocks. If it rains and the river rises, it will be an insurmountable gap. Our villagers have walked through mountains and rivers from generation to generation, and they have developed the habit of perseverance and hard struggle. The beauty and water spirit of the girls in the mountains are gifts from nature to this land.
? The most fascinating thing is the magical waterfall. After a Shan Yu, the banks of the Shiwazi River were arrayed and indulged. There are waterfalls hanging upside down in countless valleys in the Yangtze River, mixed with humid air, wrapped in the strong wind after rain, and heading straight for the cliff without hesitation. The roar of waterfalls hitting rocks came and went, echoing in the valley. This is undoubtedly the greatest performance between heaven and earth, and it is a masterpiece of nature. How can the calm West Lake stand up to such momentum? The silent Taklimakan desert will also be ashamed. When you are there, you are just afraid and silent, and you can't mix the right words.
? The water of the Shiwazi River does not nourish the dry land on both sides of your river, but flows stubbornly to the distance, looking for a deeper meeting point, all year round. The mountain endowed the river with reserves, and the river dedicated its heroism to the sea. The river is just passing by and won't stay here forever. Perhaps, it has no hometown in its heart and has been on the road. "In fact, all the hometown is not a foreign land? The so-called hometown is just the last stop of our ancestors' wandering journey. "The dream catcher in my hometown, with a complex of mountains and rivers, is struggling to find the direction of the coast.
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Not far from the Shiwazi River is the wooden ladder cliff, and there is a natural cave halfway up the cliff-Daoqian Cave. Split the thorns, climb the cliff rocks, and you can enter the hole. The uniqueness of the tunnel in front of the road lies in that the top of the tunnel is a whole stone wall, and there are water droplets oozing from the surface of the stone wall. More subtly, there is not a drop of water, nor a few drops, but a stingy drop of water, which falls at a constant speed and rhythmically in a container in the center of the hole. I don't know which fairy breathed a fairy breath into the container. At any time, the water is full and will not overflow at any time. Whether in the spring and autumn or in the scorching sun, it never stops dripping tirelessly, laughing at the rudeness and disorder of the rolling river.
This is no ordinary water, it embodies the aura of heaven and earth and has been educated by the gods. People all think that this is "divine water" given by heaven. Since then, Daoqian Cave has carried a strong mission, and has become the spiritual pillar of the villagers and the exchange place between ordinary people and immortals.
? Everyone gathered from all directions, took active actions, raised funds, invited craftsmen, and built a bodhisattva in the cave, although it was not known whether the bodhisattva was a celestial master or a spiritual official. It doesn't matter as long as it means that. People from far and near came to hear the news, travel-stained, and came from all directions with various wishes at the expense of Qian Shan. They bowed down devoutly, bowed down and offered incense, murmured something to the Bodhisattva, then stood up respectfully, moved to the pool and took a sip respectfully. It is said that it is the nectar of the fairy hip flask, which can drive away all diseases, eliminate disasters and get rid of other thoughts.
Children cry at night, want to have a baby boy, seek fortune, draw lots for divination, choose Feng Shui ... Numerous wishes come to Daoqian Cave, keeping this secluded cave busy. Some people even gave the treatment of seriously ill relatives to caves. How I wish the divine water could relieve all your pain. The Thousand Cave of Taoism is the biggest display of Taoism in the surrounding areas, which contains the beliefs of many believers.
? Touching the mountains and rivers in my hometown always makes me feel so dignified. Our fathers, relying on primitive plows, made this land full of vitality. A cave can straighten out my unkempt hair, and a few drops of surf can wash the dust off my face.
If I had to choose my life again, I would still choose this land, even though her face is full of wrinkles. The mountains here can hold the soul, the water here can touch the gods, and the caves here can soak up thousands of years of heavy Taoist culture in China.
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