Chapter 34 go back

I finally arrived, the place I talked about during the day and dreamed about at night for the past few days.It was the first time for me to come to this overlapping deep mountain, but I felt that I was not traveling, but returning to my homeland. I haven't been this excited for a long time.As soon as I stepped into the climbing ladder, I was overwhelmed by the illusory spectacle.I stood there stupidly, covered my face with my hands, and couldn't help crying.The towering daisy chirped, and the thick, straight and ancient tree trunks stood proudly. "I'm back, this is my home." I said to myself with slight tears, "Why did we part for so long?"

An ancient vine hangs from the precipitous cliff, hanging so leisurely, as if it is not aware of its own greatness, and does not pay attention to the years it has experienced.I reached up and realized how far it was from me.I let go, and continued to gaze up at the protruding, fern-covered rock that looked like it was about to collapse.My heart suddenly entered a shady cave, and I completely forgot that it was the hot summer season at the foot of the mountain. The strong mountain wind pushed me, and I was floating in the thin green smoke. Every few steps I took, I couldn't help but stop and stroke the moss-covered rocks, so kindly think of "thick moss". And old, the grass does not grow" sentence.Ah, I am so familiar with the sights I have never seen, as if every piece of them is an old piece of my family!

The stone-paved mountain path is very tortuous, but it is also very smooth.I especially like a few of them—they look like stacked stone steps at first glance.After looking carefully, I realized that the whole huge mountain rock was hewn.The rough and thick carvings of the edges and edges showed wonderful strength, which made me inexplicably happy.It seemed that for a moment I shrunk again, weak and ignorant, wrapped in my father's thick, tendony arms. Yi was still behind, and for days planning the trip, we were so excited that our dreams were disturbed.But now, we have really stepped on the road into the mountain, how ashamed I am, I always love to fantasize, always like to outline everything in advance, unexpectedly the picture of Lion Mountain in my mind is placed on the real mountain In the front, it looks clumsy and ridiculous.Such overlapping, circuitous, profound and gloomy mountain scenery with erratic light and shadow left my imagination far behind.I then felt the joy of being surpassed and conquered.

We all sat under the deep shade of the trees—Zhi, Mao, Yi, and I—listening to the concerto of cicadas and birds.Looking up at the sky, it was almost completely blocked by the thick leaves that couldn't be removed, and even a thin layer of green mist swayed between everyone's brows. "If there's a big lotus leaf," I insisted, "I'll pack a pack of green back and make me a small box of eye ointment." He listened to me very carefully, as if preparing to participate in a specific cause. "In addition, we need to pick a small lotus leaf, wrapped in a little golden color of the sun, and it will be more beautiful when mixed."

Our words were replaced by the howling of the wind, such as we have not heard for a long time since the beginning of summer.In an instant, hundreds of millions of emerald leaves are turned into complex keys, and the fingers of the creator move quickly between the high and low keys.The resonance box in the valley plays the music together, so vigorous and sacred, it reminds people of the big organ in the medieval church. There are countless small purple flowers beside the road, very similar to pea flowers, small, dendrobium-shaped, condensed with deep blue-purple.Such careless squandering of their beauty makes the whole mountain path look like a Byzantine mosaic!

What I especially like and admire with respect is the towering cliff.Its indifferent state of mind and its sacred and inaccessible images made me suddenly quiet down.I really want to share a little bit of its stability, its fortitude, and its transcendence.But I stood there for a while and then went away in silence—not even daring to touch it with my hand, thinking it would be sacrilegious to do so. When we reached the top of the mountain, it was dusk.The bamboo forest is like a shadow, and the forest birds are chirping.I have never seen such a strange bamboo, so thick, so tall, and the leaves are so finely divided.Each bamboo stem is covered with a layer of frosty white powder.Makes that green very delicate.Looking at it suddenly, it really looks like the snow bamboo in the traditional Chinese painting.The only difference is that the breeze passed by, and the bamboo leaves hit each other, adding a burst of ringing sounds. We finally arrived at Haihui Nunnery, and the master teacher settled us a place, and then went to the kitchen to peel melons.We lingered in the courtyard for a while, chatting with other tourists.He raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly came into contact with the opposite mountain.

"Ah!" I exclaimed softly, in awe and wonder. "What's the matter?" The old woman who was talking to me also turned around.I saw that the opposite mountain peak was burning like a fire, bright red and golden, it looked a bit unreal, but the old woman's expression was dull, "It's like this every sunset." After she finished speaking, she really left. I, alone, stood in the setting sun, so astonished that I could hardly be confident. "Father!" I said, "How wonderfully you can adjust the colors! The lights of the stage in the world have never been so freely controlled."

It's meal time, and I've seldom been so hungry.The table is full of vegetarian dishes, but they are also light and delicious.The lights in the dining room were dim, and there was a special atmosphere. Many tourists asked us about Taipei and asked us if there was a typhoon coming. "The typhoon has turned for several days, and it's getting hot now!" Maybe they don't know that in that hot city, people are ridiculously hot about many ridiculous things. After dinner, sit in front of the temple and watch the undulating mountains under your feet.The Cangxia is still burning, so vivid that one feels as if the crackling of sparks will be heard soon.The mountains overlapped and stretched to an invisible distance.The confused white air is dense, rendering the whole scene a bit of a mythical atmosphere.

Shan Jian had to go to bed at eight o'clock, and Yi and I smiled at each other.If it is a weekday, we will officially start reading at this time!I met Master Jia in the passage. She was very thin and had no expression on her face. "How long have you been here?" I said. "Well, forty or fifty years." "Forty or fifty years?" I looked at her in surprise, "How old are you?" "Over sixty." After she finished speaking, she walked away. I didn't expect her to be so old. When she was young, she must have been very pretty. Didn't she have some dreams, some poems, some infatuation?Forty or fifty years, what a long time!Is there really no concern, any nostalgia, or any memories during this period?The sound of bells and drums came from the main hall, low and melodious.The air in the mountains turned cold quickly, and I suddenly felt strangely desolate.

The next day, Yi woke me up, and it was already 4:50.Their morning lessons are over.When we walked out of the main hall, Mao Hezhi had just watched the sunrise and came back.It turned out that we got up too late!It was already full light, and the mountain scenery was as bright and clean as if it had just been born this morning.The morning glow has turned into a pure white, doing nothing to frame every mountain peak. After five o'clock, I started to eat breakfast.In front of me is a plate of golden bitter gourd, which tastes strange.Yi took a sip and didn't dare to try again.Mao also smelled it and concluded that it was the leaves of thorn mustard.Thorn mustard?It's the first time I've heard it.It smells a bit like seedlings, and chews almost like coriander.I don't really like the smell, but it's better than no smell, and the thing that has caused me the most pain over the years is being in a relationship with people who "do nothing but have no thorns".They have no color, no shape, no hardness, and no smell.Instead, how about tasting some bitter gourds with a peculiar smell in the cafeteria patrolled by the breeze.

At six o'clock, we set off to find Shuilian Cave.It was cold, and the dew fell on our path with the pine cones.The birds hopped and sang and had no habit of being intimidated.We saw a green-headed and red-breasted bird chirping on a branch of Lingfeng.Its whole body trembled, and its beautiful neck turned in all directions.It reminds me of the Song of Solomon in the Old Testament: "Don't be alarmed, don't wake up my dear, until he wills." Suddenly, there was a faint echo from far away, and the bird was like It bounced off like an electric shock.I looked up for a long time, only to see a stretch of light blue sky kindly. "Isn't it very elegant?" I whispered. The other three laughed. They said they had never heard of birds being graceful. After turning several winding mountain trails, we came to a deep canyon in which many dwarf orange trees were planted.In the flowering season in the imagination, the mountains and valleys are full of fragrance, how can people bear the richness?Fortunately, we didn't catch up with that season, otherwise we were really in danger of falling off the cliff! On the opposite side of the canyon, there are several mountains stacked, showing strange colors in the morning light.We are really superficial. Usually we always imagine that mountains of any shape and color are the same, but in fact they are different from each other.They have different appearances, and the fun of their superimposition is also completely different.The row closest to us is tender yellow-green, looking fluffy and soft.Pushing further into it is a darker green, which has a sense of stability and contemplation.The farthest is a transparent and cheery light blue.So open-minded, so clear, so close to the sky.I stopped and stood there for a while, secretly hoping that roots could grow under my feet, so as to be a small tree that would always belong to the mountain and always look toward the mountain scenery. It's seven o'clock, and we still can't see the sun, and I'm afraid it won't appear until midday.Gradually, we heard the sound of gurgling water. There were more stones in the stream than water, and the water flowed very slowly and beautifully. "In English, the same adverbial adjectives are used to describe the sound of a stream and the words to describe a lover!" Zhi said. "Really?" I looked at the brook fondly, "Then we should call it running water." Turning a small path, the murmur of running water gradually blurred.A wild lily blooms brilliantly. I have never thought that there is any flower that can be compared with a lily. Its noble temperament and refined charm always symbolize some meanings that I don’t fully understand in my heart. .And now, in the morning valley, it blooms with the dew, completely ignoring the appreciation of others.Silent, alone, and above all else.Under the blooming one, there are four buds drooping tragically. After the opening and withering of the first one, the second one will also open and wither.Then the third flower, the fourth flower... yes, they will continue to offer their white fragrance in the barren valley.It doesn't matter whether anyone has passed by, whether anyone understands it or not.What a mind is needed for this!I couldn't help but think of Wang Mojie's sentence "There is no one in Jianhu, and the silk opens and falls", and what Confucius said, "Do it when you know what can't be done", and my mood became very intense. The sound of water sounded again. This is a narrow valley, and the Water Curtain Cave has arrived.There are many varieties of small bamboos growing along the edge of the hole.Hanging upside down like a wisteria.Drops of water dripped from the top, and many beaded curtains hung down for the cave, making the ground at the entrance of the cave strange, but the inside of the cave was very dry. There are big rocks in the valley, and you can play with them leisurely after taking off your shoes.The water is very shallow.Fish and shrimp swim back and forth.I leaned on the rock for a while and realized it was only eight o'clock.If in a civilized society, all programs start now!I think Taipei must be very busy at the moment.On the sticky asphalt road, the car with the sign of full occupancy should be in a hurry again. We washed the clothes we brought and hung them on the branches.He leaned against the stone and looked at the sky.The sun gradually came out, painting the shadows of the trees on the top of the mountain on the big rocks at the bottom of the stream.And the stream also pushes the sun's backlight onto our faces.The mountain wind blows birds, cicadas, laughter, and the sound of water into a blur.I suddenly felt that I was also disturbed by that voice, and drifted faintly in a strange dream.Truly, there is nothing more sobering than nature, and nothing more intoxicating than nature.After a while, I looked around and found that the stream seemed to have flowed into a crevice and was caught.That mountain crevice looks dark and forbidding, as if hiding a set of legendary stories.what!The whole scenery here contains magic in its beauty. The sun rose high and the valley suddenly brightened.It seems that the gentle prelude is over, and various instruments suddenly play soft and lively sounds, with a rapid and clear rhythm.It seemed that the dark cover of the picture album was opened, and the bright colors suddenly jumped into the sight, so bright that it almost made people dizzy.Sitting in a place like this really takes some concentration!The aroma of water ginger flowers came from all around, it was only a hand-lift away from us, Yi and I each picked one.The color is white and delicate, the fragrance is very faint and distant, but the branches are simple and luxuriant.How honored we are to be able to hold the whiteness in our hands and hold the tranquil fragrance in our arms.On the way back, it was getting hotter.Back in the nunnery, lunch has already been served, the bamboo shoot soup is as tender as fruit juice, and the four of them ate up all the dishes on the table. In the afternoon, I got up enough to read a few pages of books, the sun was very lazy, and the clouds were floating loosely.I sit for a long time, why are they so beautiful and leisurely?This serves no purpose?I slowly read a few lines of biographies, and couldn't help but look at the green hills embracing back and forth.I regret that I didn't bring a few copies of Tagore's or Wang Mojie's poems, otherwise, sitting on the steps and reading them, wouldn't it be the same as reading a booklet with illustrations and annotations? We still sat and said a lot of silly things.Mao sneakily took out a small bag, opened it, and found that it was beef jerky!We sat and chewed not far from Amitabha Buddha.Yi looked around in surprise every time he ate a piece, fearing that he would be discovered.When walking all the way to the dining hall, she still suspected that the little nun smelled beef in her mouth. There is still a bit of sunset to watch after dinner.Slowly, the first star appeared in the blue sky.We walked slowly along the dark mountain path, because the head master celebrated his birthday, and the nuns, big and small, were busy making glutinous rice balls. We heard that the door would not close until ten o'clock, so we went without worry.When we came to a place with a stone bench, we stopped and looked at the sky.This is a rare night with bright stars and the moon, the moonlight is like water, flooding the mountains and the boundless night, so bright it is unbelievable.Looking at that profligate style, it seems that he is determined to exhaust all the light overnight. "I'm worried that there will be no more moonlight tomorrow night." I murmured, "There won't be any, it's too bright." "Don't worry about it," Zhi said, "it's just because the mountain is too high and too close to the moon!" Really, the mountain may be too high, so the moonlight's arrow can be shot so accurately. When I came back at night, the round and bright moon was still in the window frame, as if it had been fixed by magic, I couldn’t help asking Yi to watch it with me, gradually, the moonlight blurred, shook, and faded away, leaving a clear dream. When I got up in the morning, I went climbing along the peanut field, and found several untitled scenic spots.We found a good viewing platform overlooking the Lingta and the nearby pine forest.The pine tree is already very tall, coupled with the proud meaning, it seems that it has rushed from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain.It seems that it is not us looking down on it, but it is looking down on us. The wind is very strong, and the smell of pine trees is also very strong. "Next time," Zhi said, "come and find another place!" "I'm afraid I can't find it," I said, breathing in the rosin nostalgicly, "such a winding path can only be encountered by chance. How can I find it easily?" Really, it was a hard way—we were almost lost when we found it. When I arrived at the nunnery, I cleaned up and left in a hurry.We are all busy people, and our leisure is either stolen or robbed. The stairs down the mountain stretched long, and each step took me to a lower position. My heart suddenly felt sad, "Why can't I go home for a long time? Why do I have to live in a strange and dusty big city?" The mountains were tangled, the colors were glued together, and there was no echo. Not far from the road, Zhi stood, carefully wrapped a very tender new leaf with a piece of tissue paper, sandwiched it into the pages of the book, and then closed it tightly again.I heard him singing a poignant English song: "One day, when I am too old to dream, your love will still stay in my heart." I walked slowly, and the pages of my open heart gradually closed.In addition to the color of young leaves, what is contained in it is the lush green of the mountains, the whisper of the wind, the stringed pillars of the water, the quicksilver of the moon, and the fragrance of pine and bamboo, as well as many vague, unreal and real beauties. The cheers are still echoing in the aftermath of the wind, and I feel that the book with many memories has been placed on the carved shelf.Ah, when I am old, when the past is dusted, it will still be there, whole and fresh, as I put it now.