I don't know why I love this 100-meter-high mountain so much. I just rely on my intuition about beauty to squeeze my way through the thorns, so that the diffuse fog will be around you with the smell of wet, sticky and oily cypress. The sharp corners of mountain peaks, Cooper's sharp corners, and the eaves of temples all show delicate eyebrows in the lingering mist. When the fragrance of wild lilies, bitter herbs and red apricots makes a curtain of breeze fold into a long sachet and stuff it into your nostrils, you will never say that you can't find a home to rest. The wheat straw on the earth in March makes you emotional. The fog changed from thick to light, then slowly dispersed, and the sun began to show its edge. Once the sun moves to the mountain, it will stick to the solid back of the castle peak warmly and gently. Stupid but passionate, lush weeds, scattered wild flowers and smoky old trees are kissed and pressed by it. In fact, this mountain is very old, with only a handful of bones and muscles left. Many painters do not simply paint mountains, but live in a combination of mountains and rivers, which seems to be the spirituality of a painting. It is difficult to find a stream or well on this mountain. Its old back and hard skin only absorb a little rain. In fact, its spirituality is hidden. It is a tail corner of the East China Sea. You will never believe that it has no spirituality when you look at the dense green banyan trees on the rocks, the stupid snails falling from the jujube trees and the tenacious bracken standing in the gap of the cliff. Someone once suggested digging ditches and fertile fields at the foot of the mountain, but they were afraid to drain its blood or poke the gap in the sea, so they wanted to plug it, thus disturbing Bi Xia Yuan Jun and Taishan's mother sitting on the top of the mountain, disturbing the peace of the villagers, collecting the Feng Shui of the mountain treasure and eliminating this seemingly absurd distracting thought. So now Bi Xia Yuan Jun and Taishan's mother are still sitting quietly on the floor, quietly folding their hands, praying for the safety of the mountain people, good weather and abundant crops. Since then, the mountain has also become very spiritual and famous. People from outside the mountain have come here to worship this fairy who is kind to the world. The newly burned yellow cardboard, the fragrant incense and the pious whisper of the white-haired old lady seem to make this small cliff mountain more alive.
When the sunshine spreads out flatly, the heart stretches out like a folding fan that has just been opened, calm and comfortable, and the sunshine turns into kindness, gentleness and kindness of the hill.
Gravel opens the way, weeds open the screen, cypresses open the wind, the blue sky opens the mirror, birds sing, the sun is merciful, and the mountain is so heavy, how can we not let tourists stay! You can leisurely go back to a period of history: the name on the stone tablet, the smoke on the Cooper, and the ruins in the trench camp. This is a small front corner during the battle of Laiwu. Every step forward can step on a bunch of heavy cliffs, and every snoring in the camp will arouse the beautiful atmosphere of the mountains. You won't hear the optimistic voices of soldiers joking with each other, the teasing voices of cooking soldiers and female nurses, and the mixed local accents of southern soldiers and northern soldiers, but you won't be surprised. Chongya Mountain is the product of duality of Yin and Yang. Double long cliff like a man and a woman two long arms tightly buckled, towards the end of the mountain. There are many fresh grass and wild flowers on the cliff, and the green screen is facing the wind. Green weeds spread out like long cotton felt, nameless flowers are caught in the middle like twinkling stars, which makes people's hearts thump. Pieces of exquisite gravel are like nature's most deliberate and critical masterpieces, and beautiful gaps are open for the splicing of wind and sunshine.
Walking along the gravel road to the cliff above, many brother and sister trees form a colorful forest. As soon as the peach blossoms are over, I will laugh at Yangchun and take up the mountain breeze. The fragrance of apricot blossoms is exhausted, and clusters of Sophora japonica will stand upright in the wind, like seven fairies floating in the world; When Sophora japonica is full of fireworks, it is not to be outdone, and it is fragrant in the warm wind; When Yu Qian still wants to occupy his own festival, camellia will burn all over the mountains and dare to run around thorns in a short spread until the midsummer, and you will never find its short shadow again; To your surprise, the sky is full of broken jujube flowers, and the flashing people are sleepy and drunk, and they can't wake up for a while. In fact, these are natural ancient trees, which seem to be full of the creator's hard work and a little sweat. It seems that the villagers are enjoying their leisure. Roll up your trouser legs, carry a hoe, light a cigarette rod, and squat in a field in the mountains. Isn't it also a refreshing pleasure?
Although the mountain is small, tourists keep coming all year round. I don't know who endowed this mountain with aura and fascinated so many people devoutly. Maybe it's because there are many temples on the mountain. Wherever tourists go, they respectfully pray, burn incense, burn paper, close their hands and close their eyes. It seems that the wish of good weather and abundant crops has always been borne in their hearts. Once it takes root, it becomes a reality, in exchange for a comfortable and comfortable life. In fact, there are not many festivals that really belong to this mountain, such as the third day of March, the sixth day of June and the ninth day of September in the lunar calendar. These days are the time for the villagers to "reach the peak". People from ten miles and eight townships gathered at the top of the mountain, singing, splashing ink and dancing guns, so that this small heavy cliff mountain was no longer silent and reserved. Young lovers are singing folk songs with warm throats. A string of laughter, bursts of songs and cheers one after another made Berlin boil instantly. The heavy cliff mountain, which has been sleeping for many years, finally broke out suddenly in the long depression. I'm awake.
It's awake. In fact, Chongyashan, an old and kind old man, is used to a beautiful single life. It faces Mount Tai in the west and Lianhua Mountain in the east. The trinity is separated by the mountain peak, but it is deeply connected with the context, which is a bit "out of touch". In the middle of Chongya Mountain, there is a protruding peak, which the villagers call "Toad Mountain". In my opinion, this is a beautiful mountain peak. If the whole Cliff Mountain is a gentle old man, it is a beautiful girl under the old man's knees. It is the most beautiful and dazzling peak of Chongya Mountain. Smooth peaks, long and narrow flat ridges and flat and bright rock arms look like a lovely frog sitting in a chirping posture from the side, while from a distance it looks like a girl leaning forward and waving a sword for a long time. Maybe she was crowned with a beautiful legend and accepted the invitation of nature. The villagers are also proud of a beautiful legend hidden in Xiufeng: it is said that the "girl" has an invisible sword on her body, and she only shows her edge once in a thousand years. Every time I show my edge, I shine, shine, and make the whole night as bright as day. All the fresh cypress ferns are favored by them, and in exchange for a gem, the villagers will never know how many times this gem has been exposed. Unfortunately, however, when it first showed its edge, it happened to meet a southerner who was looking for treasure. Desperately, he climbed up this beautiful mountain, gently covered the newly exposed hilt with a bamboo mat and swept away the "Millennium Sword". From then on, the girl always leans forward, stretching out her arms full of grievances to make a struggle, as if standing with her head held high and becoming a "white rainbow". But the villagers don't care about the gains and losses of the Millennium Sword. Instead, they all pay more attention to this xiufeng.
It is hard to imagine how much I care about this unknown hill. At best, it is just a handful of dirt on the earth of China, and it is this handful of dirt that, when rubbed together, may become a towering mountain. Can't the mountain people raised by these dirt converge into a force to move mountains? At dawn, hardworking cultivators blew the horn of the mountain in the feldspar kiln under the heavy cliff mountain, and the sonorous heavy hammer sound, thumping and powerful deep chisel sound and thrilling blasting sound echoed in the air again and again. Isn't the long stone kiln a long road to life? The villagers grew up in this long tunnel for generations, waving hammers, iron chisels and shovels. In the most poisonous sun and coldest wind, they sweated and worked tirelessly, lit a cigarette one by one, sighed a long time and returned home with a pot of turbid wine and a satisfied smile. This is the life track of the mountain people in one day. This is how generations of mountain people have come. When a generation can no longer carry a hammer, hold an iron chisel or swing an iron chisel, they reluctantly put a heavy hammer on their son or grandson. Where there are immovable stones, there are iron pioneers! As long as the green hills are there, the pioneers will never disappear. Hammer by hammer, chisel by chisel, knock on its peak edge, chisel its stone ridge, and polish it into bricks one by one. Look, isn't this clear and square Shi Zhuan the Great Wall of Wan Li? Children have tens of millions of spacious houses, and they are happy when they live alone. This is the servant of Chongya Mountain. There are no complaints from generation to generation, only simplicity, kindness and gentleness, just like the Shi Zhuan we chiseled out, which comes and goes in a calm way. Few people use this blue rock brick to build houses now, but we are still used to building houses with it from generation to generation. Beautiful and strong, we seldom use red bricks in hot kilns. Even the stones in the mountains are so kind that they are reluctant to throw them away. Just imagine, how can a person who doesn't even have feelings for a piece of Shi Zhuan separated from the mountain's mother approach a mountain? How can people who don't even want to get close to their own mountains have feelings for villagers living in poverty?
The mountain is beautiful, and it left its story with its hard work and kindness. Chongyashan, let me sleep with your name on my pillow. Qing Bai Qing Tao is my ode, clusters of Sophora japonica flowers are my little wish, and pieces of rocks are the hotbed for you to raise me.
Tonight, I had a strange dream that a kind old man carefully built a stone pillow for me. So, I put a stone on the pillow, supported the waist muscles of the mountain with my hands, put my feet into its warm hinterland and slept sweetly.