1. A 500-word essay on Mopan Mountain in spring
Mopan Stone in Spring Spring is getting closer and closer, the breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger, and the mountains and fields are completely renewed.
In order to appreciate the beauty of spring and feel the Mopan Mountain in spring, we set off to Mopan Village. Standing at the foot of the Ten Thousand Steps Ladder and looking up, the Ten Thousand Steps Ladder goes straight up to the sky, which is very majestic.
As we climbed up the stairs, the birds around the ten thousand steps were chirping; peach blossoms and cherry blossoms opened their smiling faces; the big tree next to it pulled out new branches and burst into green leaves; the grass Wearing new green clothes, it seems to be welcoming our arrival. After climbing the Wanbu Ladder, we arrived at the Longji Cultural Corridor.
The purple magnolia flowers there are like butterflies resting on the branches, delicate and beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance; the petals of plum blossoms are scattered on the ground, seeming to pave a flower path for us to Mopanzhai. road. We arrived at the foot of Mopan Village, which looks like a millstone standing on the ground.
Mopan Village is intertwined with light green, bright green, gray green, yellow green and dark green, plus colorful flowers, making Mopan Village colorful and beautiful. While watching and walking, I unknowingly came to the Longji Cultural Park at the foot of Mopan Mountain. At Nandaimen, the first thing that caught my eye was the Jiexiao Arch. This arch was moved from Gaoyang. I heard that there is a touching story. Woolen cloth.
Next to the archway is the Dragon's Back Stone. This Dragon's Back Stone has an origin. It comes from the Yangtze River in the old county town. It looks like a dragon. When the water is dry, It swam out of the river and exposed its majestic back. When the water rose, the dragon dived out of sight. There are many poems written by ancient poets on the Dragon's Back Stone, which have high literary value.
We continued along the winding road and entered the back gate of Mopan Village. The lush trees and beautiful flowers made the gate more beautiful. When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw that the wall on the top of the mountain was riddled with holes and there were many bullet holes. Standing next to the wall and looking around, we had a panoramic view of the entire new county.
We went down the mountain from Qianzhaimen. The high and steep ladder made us cautious and held our breath. A spring breeze blew by, and the fragrance of rapeseed flowers came to our nostrils, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Mopanzhai, I love you and your beautiful scenery! Love your long history and culture! I love your vibrant flowers, plants, stones and trees. 2. A composition on visiting Mopanling
This spring, on a sunny and windy Sunday, my father suddenly told me that he would take me to Mopanling. I was overjoyed and jumped for joy. Three feet high.
Mopanling is more than ten kilometers away from Quwo County. It is located at the foot of Ta'er Mountain and on the bank of Haitou Hot Spring. It is a newly built tourist resort. Dad drove the car towards Mopan Ridge, and soon Mopan Ridge came into my sight.
The high hills are covered with dense woods, and the pavilions and pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner. Some trees and flowers have bloomed, decorating the entire hills like flowers and fruits in Journey to the West. Just as beautiful. There is a winding road leading to the mountain. The car finally climbed to the top of the mountain like a snail, and there were many tourists on the top of the mountain.
As soon as the car stopped, I couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and enjoy the charming scenery. There is a Mopankou on the top of the mountain, which is the highest peak of Mopanling. There is also an antique pavilion on it.
Like a beacon tower on the Great Wall, the mountains to the junior high school are covered with patches of flowers and plants, with flowers of all kinds vying for fragrance, lush woods, leafy branches, and locust trees hanging on them. Tourists stopped to look at the purple-red Sophora japonica flowers, and some even picked a bunch off and put it under their noses to smell it. Looking at her intoxicated look, one could tell that the fragrance of the flowers was multi-modal and refreshing. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, the people and cars on the road below the mountain become smaller, just like the Lilliputian country in the fairy tale, with the villages hidden among the green mountains and green waters.
Looking into the distance, the terraces opposite are covered with green wheat seedlings. One terrace is probably planted with white peonies. The blooming flowers are as white as snow. It reminds me of an ancient poem "Knowing from afar" It's not snow, it's because of the faint fragrance.
"The fish pond at the foot of the mountain is like a huge mirror, glowing silver in the sun. The naughty fish are not jumping out of the water, but they seem to be competing with us to witness this charming scenery. Mopanling is so beautiful! It is really a wonderland on earth, which makes me linger. On the way back and forth, Father Sun was about to set, and I still hadn’t finished the parade. At my father’s urging, I reluctantly got into the car. I stuck my head out the window and shouted: “Goodbye Mopanling. "
The sound echoed on Mopan Ridge for a long time... 3. Composition on the stone millstone in my hometown
The millstone is a mole in my hometown, which makes wandering people care about it day and night. .
In the evening, I was chatting with my father on the computer, who was thousands of miles away, and suddenly said to my father: "Take a picture of our millstone with your mobile phone and send it to me. I want to see it." Look at it. The father said with resentment, "You little boy, you don't care about so many living creatures, but you care about a dumb stone." ”
Yes, I cherish that stone. Once in a dream, I stood on the millstone with bare feet and recited my poems loudly. I regarded the millstone as my listener , treating the whistling wind as applause, I am like a sculpture, majestic and sad, with tears in my eyes. Therefore, I have always thought about using that millstone as the background to take a picture. I know the wrinkles on my face. , can already match those slanted grinding teeth.
Unlike me, the wrinkles on the millstone are inherent. It is old since it was born. This is its misfortune. However, it can last longer than me, which is its luck.
When we were young, our parents shouted for us to go home for only two things, one was to go home for dinner, and the other was to go home. We went home to do the grinding. One thing made us go back excitedly, but the other thing made us feel discouraged. Fortunately, the four of us, brother and sister, could take turns grinding. We agreed that we would change each other every twenty rounds. I kept counting with my teeth, and when I was so tired that my eyes were filled with stars, someone finally took over, and I breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, the millstone came back to life because of the smell of fresh beans, and it squeaked. Ya Ya seemed to be humming an old song.
After grinding for most of the night, we finally finished grinding a bag of beans. We went to bed, but my father and mother continued to burn the midnight oil to grind the beans. Make tofu and sell it in the morning.
Later, we bought a donkey and we were finally freed. The donkey was blindfolded, put in shackles, and started to circle around the millstone. I always thought about the life of the donkey. How many laps does it have to walk around the millstone? Does it count itself? What if it counts? There is no other donkey to replace it, and endless labor is its destiny. /p>
The millstone was once our simplest table. On a midsummer night, I lit a kerosene lamp and wrote my homework on it. Many moths kept flying around the weak lamp like the moon. It was a piece of moldy dry food, but it didn't stop me from fantasizing about taking a bite.
I sharpened the tip of my pencil and smashed walnuts on it, and the family sat around eating, and the food didn't dissipate. The aroma of bean juice.
In my spare time, my father and his old buddies played chess there. My father’s chess skills were not to be praised. He basically fell into the category of "stinky chess basket", but his momentum was always superior to others. My friends and I often played poker on it. When the battle was in full swing, my mother would come over at an inappropriate time, chase us away like ducks, and take out a piece of poker. Grind the kitchen knife on it.
The millstone has stood there for many years, absorbing the sunshine and moonlight, receiving rain, dew and snowflakes, silently engraving the history of the village.
Nowadays, millstones are rarely found in villages. Nowadays, there are rows of buildings and fitness squares in the countryside. The countryside suddenly becomes enchanting as if a simple woman has had a beauty treatment.
The countryside has become beautiful, but the Mopan, the most beautiful beauty mark, has also been removed due to beauty treatments and has disappeared.
Wei Minglun once wrote an article called "Ode to the Mopan", which was humorous in language and far-reaching in its meaning. I liked it very much and couldn't help but edit a section: "The millstone pushes back the sun and the moon, and the millstone passes around the spring and autumn."
Sow in spring and grow in summer, harvest in autumn and store in winter. May the grain accumulated in the warehouses become mountains, and the sweat of the millkeepers turn into rain. Rice and wheat are ground into white jade chips, and grains are ground into golden sand. Green sorghum is ground into red powder; green pod soybeans are ground into slurry. The north grinds bean juice, while the south makes bean curd. It won't rot when steamed or flattened when beaten. The clanking of copper peas, the clanking of stone millstones. A pair made by nature, a pair made by earth. Pearls fall on the jade plate, ears and temples grind together. In an instant, the soul is extinguished and the bones are softened, turning into the warm fragrance of soft jade. The purple star anise is ground into pieces in the dirt pit, and the five types of black ones are transformed into pieces using the millstone. Black bean and black silk noodles, black rice and black steamed buns. White case skills, hard work. The noodles are sliced ??by swiping the knife, and the noodles are on fire and ready to burn. Steamed dumplings from the royal kitchen, wheat cakes from the countryside, moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and rice cakes for the Spring Festival. Most of the staple food of the ancients came from stone mills; half of the nutrition of the ancients was related to stone mills. Everything in the belly of the millstone can be ground, but the power of the millstone itself cannot be erased! ”
The millstone, like the well, is the spirit of the village. Just like wine is the spirit of food, gold is the spirit of ore. And I prefer to think of it as a mole, growing on the homesick person. It can never be removed from my heart.
Mopan is a mole in my hometown, a haunting beauty mole! 4. An essay on Mopan Reservoir in Meihekou City.
The reservoir is not big. Not small, surrounded by mountains. There are really many mountains there, one after another. In spring, the trees are sprouting, and they are very cute when viewed up close; in summer, the leaves are lush, as if they are covering the earth with green clothes. ; In autumn, the leaves are colorful, including red, green, yellow... all kinds of colors, very wonderful; in winter, the leaves have fallen, leaving only bare branches and roots. When it snows, it looks like they are covering the mountains. There is a layer of white quilt.
The water surface of the reservoir is sometimes calm, sometimes sparkling, and sometimes there is steam on the water. Looking from a distance, it looks like mountains are looming, and the sun is shining. On the water, the water is sparkling. The water there is also very clear. In the summer, the water is cool and it is very comfortable to swim. After swimming, you feel cool and refreshed. We often go swimming in the reservoir. There are many small fish in the water. I want to catch them, but every time I drink a few water and catch nothing.
The reservoir also provides food to people who live nearby. It's convenient. Some people once raised fish in the reservoir, so many people often go fishing near the reservoir. People can also wash clothes and vegetables with the water flowing out of the reservoir... It's very convenient.
Ah! The reservoir in my hometown is so good! 5. Jilin Zhuque Mountain Composition
I love my hometown Jilin City. Jilin City is a beautiful city surrounded by mountains and the famous Songhua River flows endlessly in the city. The mountains and water here are even more beautiful.
Jilin City’s beautiful mountains: there are two famous mountains (Beishan) (Longtan Mountain) located in the urban area, and (Mopan Mountain) (Suzaku Mountain) located in the suburbs. Let’s talk about “( Beishan) is a religious holy land. There are many temples on the mountain. Many tourists come here every year during temple fairs and ceremonies." He said, "(Longtan Mountain) there are ancient buildings on the mountain, dense trees, and fresh air, so it becomes It is a good place for people to do morning exercises." He said, "(Mopan Mountain) has a well-known temple "Lingyan Temple" on the mountain, where incense is flourishing." He said, "(Shuque Mountain) is a forest park, and there are horse riding, archery and skiing on the mountain. and other entertainment projects, attracting many tourists every day.”
The water beauty of Jilin City: The nationally famous Songhua Lake is located on the outskirts of Jilin City, where there are abundant water resources and delicious Songhua Lake wild food. Jilin City is a holy place for tourism and vacation. The Songhua River flows continuously from the city.
The people of Jilin City are beautiful: Jilin City has many lovely people. The special police of Jilin City are imitated by the police circles across the country. Role models, special police officers, they shed blood and sweat for the safety of Jilin City. It can be said that they are also the loveliest people. Taxi drivers in Jilin City are also role models across the country. They always rush to the rescue in many emergencies in Jilin City. They played a very important role at the front, such as: on-site rescue, bravery to pick up gold, etc. This is very obvious in them.
Jilin City is my hometown, I love Jilin City, and I praise Jilin City. 6. Three In grade composition, how to write about Wulaoshan in my hometown
In the mid-autumn season, I went to Lincang in western Yunnan for some business and got some things done. I wanted to go home early, but I couldn't stand the words of my friend "Da Shan Yu" Confused and dizzy, I went to visit Wulao Mountain.
"Shanyou" is the "sweet potato" in the slang of Linxiang District, Lincang City. "Dashanyou" has neither praise nor derogation. It is just a nickname for my classmates and friends. My friend is an authentic local, bold by nature, warm and sincere, very fickle in his work, speaks with a high voice, and has an aggressive and domineering air.
Suddenly the car had driven out of the eastern suburbs of Lincang City and onto the winding mountain highway. "Da Shan Yu" acted as a tour guide while driving, "Wulaoshan was built as a national forest park in 1999. It is about 20 kilometers east of Lincang City. It is part of Lincang Daxue Mountain and is in the southwest of Daxue Mountain. From a distance, the five peaks look like five old people sitting together and chatting together.
Interesting attractions include Wulao Waterfall, Lover’s Valley, Lulian Lake, Golden Bamboo Forest, Daeshui, Wufeng Pavilion, etc. . The mountains are steep, with criss-crossing valleys, lush vegetation, forests full of springs and waterfalls, and cliffs covered with vines.
In the spring breeze, the mountains are full of rhododendrons and the trees are lush with heavy rains, and the waterfalls are dancing. , the water is singing happily; the autumn rain is clearing, the blue sky is like washing, the mountains are green and white, the white clouds on the mountainside are like ribbons, and the strong valley wind blows the white mist. At this time, the mountain peaks are like fairy islands in the sea of ??clouds.
It feels great to break a sweat while hiking on the forest trails in the warm sunshine in winter; as the sun sets in the west, the rays of light shine on the trees, and the scenery is beautiful in all seasons, and you will never tire of it. ”
About forty or fifty minutes later we arrived at the parking lot of Forest Park. However, the weather is not beautiful. Sometimes it is sunny, with blue sky and white clouds; sometimes it is cloudy, the autumn wind blows, and drizzle falls. Sometimes the sun is bright and it rains. The autumn sky is like a moody face.
But the host’s enthusiasm and my inner yearning for the beautiful scenery of Wulao Mountain, the autumn wind and autumn rain did not affect my enjoyment of the trip. In fact, the "Lincang Travel Guide" in the hotel room contains a detailed introduction to Wulaoshan: "Wulaoshan Forest Park has been connected to water, access, and electricity. There is a small reservoir built on the top of the mountain, named "Green Forest Lake." There is a mountain-shaded plank road paved with oak trees of more than 200 meters, with a Wufeng Pavilion, a Xiapian Pavilion, a Cao Pavilion and a watchtower.
The main peak is 2,583 meters above sea level, with an average annual temperature of 17.2°C, annual rainfall of 1,164 mm, and a relative humidity of 72. There are many kinds of plants, including evergreen broad-leaved forest vegetation, with some Yunnan pine trees in between; more than 10 species of key protected plants include cynophylla, water green tree, wild tea tree, green fruit tree, etc.; there are wild flowers camellia, rhododendron, and orchid; there are Eucommia ulmoides and Magnolia officinalis. , Scutellaria baicalensis, Gentian grass, Snow Mountain Yizhipeng and other medicinal herbs.
Owls, monkey-faced eagles, camellia chickens, woodpeckers, cuckoos, sunbirds, golden pheasants, red-billed lovebirds, wild boars, porcupines, hares, macaques, black-browed golden snakes and other rare animals are found here. reproduce and inhabit. The forest is dotted with springs and waterfalls, the mountains are beautiful, the rocky cliffs are densely covered with vines, and the valleys are crisscrossed. "
Among them, there is a sentence "its scenery was once one of the top ten in Mianning (now Linxiang) in history. "This makes me think about it, and I always feel that it would be a pity not to visit Wulao Mountain when I go to Lincang.
To be honest, "Da Shanyu" is a competent guide, but not a qualified one. Tour guide. He is very responsible and hard-working; he took me back and forth from bottom to top, top to bottom, twice like a "war".
It only lasted ten minutes, and "Oyama Yu" could only tell me the name of the scenic spot, but he couldn't tell me anything else. Whenever I fell into deep thought and reverie, he would urge me, "Let's go." Walk! See below. "However, I am still very grateful to "Yu Dashan" in my heart. He gave me the opportunity to experience and feel the natural beauty of Wulao Mountain.
Looking at Wulao Mountain, it is a picture of a northern subtropical mountain monsoon forest. Slowly unfolding in front of me, the forest is like a sea, lush and full of vitality. The green message of life comes into view, relaxing my tense nerves and opening up my blocked heart. The breath of each tree makes me feel. Fresh and intoxicating, the existence of each species makes people feel mysterious and exciting.
They grow silently year after year with their huge crisscrossing roots. The tree trunks and lush branches and leaves silently demonstrate the strength and will of life.
It must be autumn, and Wulao Mountain also shows a hint of autumn charm. The grass begins to turn yellow, and the leaves of a few deciduous trees. It has turned red, and some have begun to turn yellow-green; but overall, the mountains and forests are still dark green. There is a drizzle in the sky from time to time, the air is wet, the land and stones are wet, and the tree trunks and vines are wet. The leaves and grass are dripping with water; everything is green and wet. This is my first impression of Wulao Mountain in autumn.
At this time, the rhododendrons and camellias all over the mountains are also beautiful. They have become very low-key, and it is difficult to detect their existence without careful identification. But I believe that in March next year, they will make a high-profile appearance, and the blossoming azaleas and camellias will be like burning flames on the branches. The mountains and the sky are all red.
Wulao Mountain is backed by Lincang Snow Mountain and has good forest vegetation. Therefore, springs often flow at the bottom of the valley to form small streams when they meet steep slopes and broken valleys. Forming one after another, the Wulaoshan Waterfall is a continuous rock waterfall in the mountain stream. It looks like a white ribbon from a distance, and looks like a silver-white dragon dancing in the green mountain valley. I counted five levels of stacked water. Each level of stacked water has its own characteristics. The drop from the first stack to the last stack is nearly 150 meters. There are no obvious gaps or boundaries between levels. It flows down lightly and elegantly, falling into the abyss, like broken jade flowers, splashing thousands of green beads.
The golden bamboo forest pours down from the cliffs of the broken valley, forming a stream that is nearly 30 meters high and 3 meters wide. The meter-long water curtain is swaying with strings of silver beads in the wind; the water mist around the water curtain forms a colorful halo in the sunlight, giving me the illusion of reality and illusion, it is always hanging in Wulao. In the deep valleys of the mountains, countless time has passed away and many spectators have been welcomed.
Standing under the waterfall, with the sound of water roaring, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly until I was there. Bursting out: "There is sound at this time, it seems silent, the water dances so intoxicating that people don't know it, time and space have stopped, heaven and earth have grown old, things and I have forgotten everything and let it take its course." "The feeling, I think this is the real charm of the magnificent water.
The "Green Forest Lake" near the top of the mountain has a vivid and vivid image. It also has a very sentimental name called "Lulian Lake". The lake is green and clear, covering an area of ??only two to three hundred acres, and its shores are winding. 7. Scenery Composition 600 Around the Sun, Moon, Mountains and Rivers
- Li Bai
In the beautiful spring season when the grass and trees are green, I went to Mopan Mountain to burn incense. Along the way, I felt the April sky It brings the freshness of spring to people. Everything is revived, the sky is clear and the earth is bright. The blue sky is as pure and beautiful as washing, with only a few flower-like white clouds floating on it. It is a leisurely ride. Along the way, I saw the scenery of the mountains. The firmness and tenderness of water allow me to enjoy this unique "landscape soul" among the mountains and rivers!
The top of Mopan Mountain is shaped like a millstone, hence its name. Among the rocks on the side of the mountain, there are also natural caves such as Fox Fairy Cave. There are also natural landscapes with magical legends such as Dishui Cave and Chimney Lazi. It has long been regarded as a geomantic treasure. There is an unnamed stream beside the natural cave. The nameless stream flows tirelessly day and night. I can see her flowing down the river, meandering away happily like a shiny little silver snake. The tranquility, simplicity, elegance and long distance of the stream form a rare and wild natural landscape scroll, as natural as ink, just as Zhuangzi said, "it is infinite and all the beauty follows from it". Looking at the stream that flows day and night, I ask myself in my heart : Where does she come from, where is she going, where is her origin, and where is her destination? Seeing a clear stream that is rare in urban areas reminds me that the time in my life also flows quietly like this stream. 8. An essay on visiting Cuiping Mountain, 600 words
; ; ; Sunny weather is of course the best time to go out and play. Today, the famous Teacher Chu took us to Huashen Lake, Cuiping Mountain, and Baijia Lake to teach us how to write compositions in the field.
; ; ; We visited various places in turn. Each place has its own unique scenery, but Cuiping Mountain is my favorite. Speaking of Cuiping Mountain, everyone will think of the Treasure Hunting Cuiping Mountain program, which was held there. Not only was it beautiful there, it also left a deep impression on me. Cuiping Mountain is very big, and there are three lakes in it. One lake is outside the mountain, and the other two lakes are surrounded by mountains. The students embarked on a mountain climbing journey together. Wang Haijing and I ran forward together, hoping to get first place. Many boys were in front, and we said we would pass them. She and I tried our best to push forward. I said to Wang Haijing: "We are the only two girls in front, why don't the others run faster!" She actually joked: "Scarce things are rare!" Later, she couldn't run anymore, and I was the only one. I was still running. At that moment, I was really impressed with myself. I didn’t know where my energy came from, and I was able to persevere. At first I thought I was the first to fall. In the end, we won the first place in the girls group together. Looking at the Cuiping Mountain from the top of the mountain, it is like a green ocean, and the air it emits is really refreshing.
; ; ; I gained a lot from this visit. I learned about the changes in Nanjing, the beauty of Nanjing, the prosperity of Nanjing, the greening of Nanjing, and the beautiful new clothes in Nanjing. Nanjing is becoming modern. As we enter the metropolis, Nanjing will definitely become better and more beautiful. 9. A 400-word essay on rural life written about Shimo
During this summer vacation, I went to a paradise - Taozhu. Along the way, the beautiful scenery is unobstructed, but I yearn for the pastoral scenery in the countryside. When I arrived in Taozhu, I was attracted by the charming scenery in front of me. The lush woods, endless fields, and the refreshing air were not inferior to those in the city, and I felt that living here was a kind of joy. happiness! Incomparable happiness!
Living in the countryside, the main source of income is farming. When I go to the countryside, I want to appreciate the local customs and experience the farming. Just a few days after arriving in Taozhu, my uncle and I went to experience farming. My uncle carried me on his bicycle, riding slowly, without any urgency or anxiety. This should be the carefree feeling in the countryside. After arriving at our destination, my uncle led me to his field.
First, the uncle took out a rake and gently used the top of the rake to level the loose soil. He also bent down from time to time to pick up metals that were harmful to plants, very carefully, like a satellite detector, without any hesitation. . I also tried, but the moment the rake was handed over to me, I couldn't hold on. The rake immediately fell to the soil, leaving four holes. My uncle frowned, but the corners of his mouth were still raised. I didn't give up. I raised the rake and knocked it hard on the soil. I actually dug a big hole. My uncle came over quickly and shook his head, but the bright smile on his face did not disappear because of this. Then he took back the rake. , said to me optimistically: "No, no, it's too heavy, let me do it!" Then, he persevered in hoeing the entire field. He was not intimidated by the devil, but devoted himself to the whole field. Finished hoeing the field. 10. A 600-word essay about the scenery of Shaodong, Hunan
The landscape and soul are exhausted and the golden pictures are in vain, leaving green tombs to make people sigh.
——Li Bai When the spring is bright and the vegetation is green, go to Mopan Mountain to burn incense. Along the way, I felt the freshness of spring brought by the April sky.
Everything is revived, the sky is clear and the earth is bright, the blue sky is pure and beautiful, with only a few flower-like white clouds floating on it, it is leisurely and leisurely. Along the way, I saw the firmness of the mountains and the tenderness of the water, which allowed me to enjoy the unique "soul of mountains and rivers" among the mountains and rivers! The top of Mopan Mountain is shaped like a millstone, hence its name.
Among the rocks on the side of the mountain, there are also natural caves such as Fox Fairy Cave. There are also natural landscapes with magical legends such as Dishui Cave and Chimney Lazi, which have long been regarded as Feng Shui treasures.
There is an unnamed stream beside the natural cave. The nameless stream flows tirelessly day and night. I saw her flowing down the stream, meandering away happily like a shiny little silver snake. The tranquility, simplicity, elegance and long distance of the stream form a rare and wild natural landscape scroll, as natural as ink, just as Zhuangzi said, "It is infinitely calm and yet all the beauty follows from it."
Looking at the stream that keeps flowing day and night, I ask myself in my heart: Where does she come from, where is she going, where is her source, and where is her destination? Seeing a clear stream that is rare in urban areas reminds me that the time in my life is also flowing quietly like this stream. I haven’t been here for a few years, but I came again today and it felt different. The mountains and rivers remain the same, but the human affairs have changed. Many old friends and childhood playmates have passed away and become immortals.
Passing by a mountain forest, I saw many more green tombs on the hillside than the last time I came. The green tomb in the mountain is no better than the cemetery in the cemetery. It has no marble decoration, no landscape-like environment, and no melodious music to accompany it.
Green grass has grown on many graves, and the luxuriant grass is floating in the wind. It reminds me of Li Bai's poem "The lack of gold is a waste of pictures, and the green tombs are left to make people sigh." Looking at those green tombs, I thought in my heart: You are far away. When I see these green tombs, my heart is shouting silently.
However, even if my call can penetrate the loess, how can I dare to disturb your sleep? You who are sleeping peacefully in the loess, can you feel the brightness of spring now? When I think of you in the loess, I think of the topic of life. Life is thought, character is destiny, life is judged by those inconspicuous graves.
Just like Milan Kundera said, "We are destined to be a generation rooted in the first half of our lives, even though the second half of our lives may still be full of strong and touching experiences." The pain, heaviness, loneliness and joy accumulated in human life and spirit over the years, life and destiny will often become the past in memory or a special wealth in life.
Memories, good or painful, are an integral part of life. However, how could these green tombs and barren tombs not be the aura of mountains and the soul of water? There is a song called "Barren Tomb" that says: I don't know where you were born. Did anyone cry when you were born? I don't know where you are going. Your tombstone points to the desolate sky... Looking around, the sky and water are blue, and you are between the sky and the water.
When I first met you, you were charming and graceful, but now you are lying there quietly with Qingshan.
I seem to see your shadow in the static mountains, majestic and desolate; in the dynamic water, bold and agitated, I seem to hear your once hearty laughter.
The streams are still flowing, and the green mountains are still as green as smoke. However, a poetic myth has been shattered, and a true story has become the pain of eternal regret. This reality has become the epitome of Shen Congwen's "Border Town", hiding the Chinese-style everlasting sadness.
I have read "Border Town" by Shen Congwen. "Border Town" is probably the purest novel text in the history of modern literature. It can make impetuous people slowly calm down, become clean and open up. At the end of the novel, it is written: "This person may never come back, maybe he will come back 'tomorrow'!" However, the "forever" and "tomorrow" in the novel, how can the hope for the future withstand the tragedy that has been caused in every day? The desolate shadow left on a person's heart? Mountains contain bells and souls, and water contains beautiful scenery. Water is the soul of the mountain.
Mopan Mountain, towering into the clouds, towering over the sky; the creek, flowing from its origin, is majestic. In a corner of the mountain, mountains and water complement each other. The mountain is not a dry mountain, but the water is fresh and flowing. The water nourishes the appearance of the mountain, and the clear mist rises from the mountain.
Mountains are beautiful because of water, and water is agile because of mountains. Mountains are the body and curve of water; water is the blood of mountains and the instrumental music of mountains. Due to the interdependence of mountains and rivers, Mopan Mountain appears lively, smart and charming.
Between the mountains and rivers, nature and people are in harmony, and they are indifferent. As the ancients said: There are clear sounds in mountains and rivers, and I have forgotten my words when I want to argue.
The brilliance of the sun and moon is so eternal, and the life of vegetation is so tenacious. Mountains have souls, and the mountain wind plays the soul of the mountains one after another; the water has souls, and the soul of the water plays the charm of the water one after another.
The flow of mountains and rivers echoes in my heart, washing away sad memories. Who is it? Knock open the heart of Shanshui? Care about the mountains and rivers.
What is silent is the mountains and the water, and what is heavy is the heart. Silent, silent, the silent years flow... My heart is in the mountains and rivers, and my soul is wandering in the sky.
Looking at the mirror-like water surface, and then at Wangyuan Mountain, among the mountains and rivers, I realized the reality of the northern landscape, and also felt the man-made landscape scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in many masterpieces. More some. The former is majestic; the latter is exquisite and has its own characteristics.
Maybe, this is one mountain, one world, one water, one Bodhi! Landscapes create a landscape, and pen and ink blend into spring. The pen and ink convey feelings to the landscape, and the pen and ink awaken the soul of the landscape.
Traveling among the mountains and rivers, with the mind wandering beyond all things, people have a kind of detachment of "watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court without being frightened by favors and humiliations, and letting the clouds roll and relax in the sky without leaving or leaving". state of mind. What this landscape brings to me is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of yearning, a kind of affection, and a kind of state of mind.
Just like Ouyang Xiu's "The Drunkard's Pavilion": The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers! On the way back, I saw through the car window that the sun was setting in the west, with thousands of rays of light. Sitting in the car, silently looking at the scenery outside the window.
The earth is like a piano, and the rivers are like lines. Between mountains and rivers, Tao follows nature.
Mountains are vast and lonely; water is flexible and durable. Travel all the way and sigh all the way.
The sky is so vast and vast, and the earth is so vast and deep. The mountains hold their heads high and the water is clear and clean, telling me that the soul of the mountains and the water are full of charm.
Life, life, is free between mountains and rivers, and life is a person of mountains and rivers; living in mountains and rivers, it is the soul of mountains and rivers.