Chapter 14 Mistlock Stone Gate

It was clear just now, a wave of mist surged past, and the meandering peaks, like the distant mountains like black smoke, the majestic and steep east and west peaks of Shimen, were submerged in the overwhelming clouds and mist in an instant. among... The scene is so similar to the one in childhood!In that age when poverty and hunger were intertwined, several of our partners climbed to the top of the stalwart Shimen Mountain to collect herbs from the morning dew for the tuition fee of a few yuan. In this pond with lush water and grass on the top of Shimen Mountain, astragalus, atractylodes atractylodes, pierced earthworm, and single ginseng can be picked up at a glance, and various herbal medicines with lush leaves and roots can be found everywhere.When I was immersed in the harvest, the sky, which was already gloomy like lead, suddenly came to the north with a wave of fog, engulfing us little friends in the thick fog in an instant.Accidentally, the small buttock I held up unfortunately dug into my left foot, and the blood flowed out immediately, and the dewdrops accompanied by the blood spurting inside and outside the wound made me feel unbearable pain.After I helplessly reduced the "Help" a few times, the piercing pain made me faint in this dense fog where I couldn't see my fingers....I don't know how long it has passed.I woke up in a trance, but I was clearly nestled in a generous and warm embrace...The mist gradually dissipated a bit, and with a certain degree of visibility, I gradually heard the cries of my colleagues, and when I was a little awake, I realized that I was lying in the arms of a kind and gentle elder.Companions said that after the old man heard the news, he followed the voice and followed the familiar road, through the thick fog, and arrived here in time.He has already wiped the wound for me, and picked the Chinese herbal medicine thorns on the spot, and squeezed out the leaf juice.Apply it on my bleeding wound, and tore off his skirt to bandage me...  When the companions ran to my side, he had already used the skillful bandage.Get me out of danger....When I was out of danger and ready to go home, the old man took out a load of thick and short black columnar things from the medicine basket and handed it to me, and told me repeatedly: "This is 'blood panax notoginseng', cut into slices Drinking water is very effective in stopping the bleeding.” In this way, under the adjustment and nourishment of the herbs favored by the old man, my wound healed quickly when I returned home, and it neither affected my studies nor left any sequelae...

Later, I was admitted to a key high school in the county, and later to a national college, and my life fortune continued to develop in a good direction.I went to thank his old man several times, but I couldn't meet him because he wanted to go to the mountains to collect medicine.It is known from outsiders that he is a well-known "local doctor" with a radius of hundreds of miles and neighbors in eight villages. He lives in Yanling Village in the front of the ditch.His father was the well-known Pu Jinshan, a labor hero in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region during the Great Production Movement, and was personally interviewed by Chairman Mao.Moreover, his heroic deeds have also been included in the literacy crash course in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region.In the early 1930s, he used grass-made medicine scorpion to scrape and heal wounds for the older generation of revolutionaries such as Zhang Xiushan, the general of the Red Twenty-sixth Army, and many Red Army soldiers. Li Miaozhai is a close friend.Liu Zhidan, Xie Zichang, Xi Zhongxun, Shuang Miaozhai, and Wang Shitai all pulled the troops to a safer place through the secret door when they were resting between battles, and almost all of them slept in the big kang of his house.He himself joined the Red Army at the age of eleven or two, and later became the first head of Shimen Township, Chunyao County, the Border Region Government, and then served the people as the chairman of the trade union in Xunyi County...In that special era, because of his upright nature and stubborn temper, he had already "stand aside" and was unemployed at home.From then on, he stayed with the forests and seas in Shimen Mountain all day long, taking saving lives and healing the wounded as his duty, using the unique skills of healing diseases passed down from his ancestors.Identified and simply clinically tested the rich Chinese herbal medicines in the more than 300 coins in Shimen Mountain, and provided free medical treatment for the people with a radius of hundreds of miles.He brought enough dry food almost every day, wore a coir raincoat, and walked in the morning dew and dense fog of Shimen Mountain. For decades, he went out early and returned late, bathing in the fog to collect herbs. "Yi Yanyu Ren Pingsheng" is like a "medicine man" living in "paradise"...

The fog in front of me was getting thicker and thicker, and I had to go back to reality from my memories, park the vehicle snail-like in the thick fog by the side of the road, and close my eyes on the seat to rest.Caressing the long and narrow scar left by the years on my feet, just like the scene of thick fog blocking the stone gate in front of me, the fog in the depths of my heart gradually cleared away again, and I opened my mind in a panic The floodgates of memory... It is said that later on, his life was very bitter.Unwilling to ask for help, he heard that I was the "middle man" of a large cement factory. He once sent a message to ask me to help buy some cheap cement for building a house for his family. Put this matter behind you.He sent a letter to ask me to match up and find a way to develop Chinese herbal medicine in Shimen Mountain.But because I was entangled in everything and ended up disobeying the powerful and powerful, I forgot all about it.The old man collected medicines from the east fence, sang and walked slowly, and wrote a thick collection of five poems with the education level of the first grade of elementary school. He asked me to help contact the publication of the collection of poems, but I couldn't extricate myself from the entanglement of life and work all day long. His old man replied with comfort and satisfaction....The fog of life is dense around me, and it is getting thicker and thicker.In the mud of the secular world and the gold in things, I have gradually lost my pure and frugal nature.In the emotional world, philistinism and vulgarity also infiltrate consciously or unconsciously, forget the pain when the scars are healed, and gradually succumb to sophistication and tact.If I hadn't experienced the ups and downs of life, I would still be indulging in the hustle and bustle of the world.After being framed by his own carelessness and traitors.Only then did my mind gradually clear up, and the thick fog came to my mind...

Now it is also a thick fog that covers the sky and the sun.But the scenario is quite different.After I suffered a setback, his old man never forgot the past.With a broad mind came a letter.With tears in my eyes, I silently recited the words that relieved my previous suspicions and enlightened me, and the loss and depression that had accumulated in my mind were slowly flowing away...The old man also repeatedly told me that I must feel the dense fog of Shimen Mountain again.The fog will eventually be blown away by the rain and the wind.All troubles and filth will be cleared away in the mist...

A gust of mountain wind blows.The fairy-like fog seems to be gradually dissipating, and the stone door locked by the dense fog gradually reveals its clear outline.The true meaning of life is to clear the fog and see the sunny sky, face life, and be proud of life.I finally came out of my contemplation and memories of the past, and calmly started the car.Go to the small village that was almost lost in memory...