Chapter 59 Emotional Chapter Two

⒈The love affair 500,000 years ago Three passions, one at 2.5 million years ago, another at 750,000 years ago, the last at 500,000 years ago—and then she quieted down, and what we see now is her panting Nostrils, and the occasional lingering resentment at the end of the eyes. This is called the Xiaoyoukeng flow hole area in Datun Mountain. I stood beside the vast and illusory column of sulfur smoke, and stretched out a piece of dry bamboo I picked up to explore the temperature of the turbulent water. When the bamboo stick was retracted, I could see the hot air at the dry end, scalding my palm, a kind of soul-stirring feeling. scorching.It is said that it is four hundred degrees at a thousand meters, and the one hundred degrees I touched is actually her suppressed and cooled heat.It is also said that sulfur is also a soil component of hell, and if you want to come to hell, there will be some terrifying sights.

"In 1983, Professor Zhuang and Professor Peron of Germany made potassium-argon dating," Cai said. "The last volcanic eruption was 500,000 years ago." Cai is the head of the commentary section, and I like his position.In fact, there is nothing to mess with in life. A truly great sideline is like a creation made by nature, and the heroes of the world have nothing to do with it.The development plan of the Milky Way was not known to us in advance, but have we ever seen the design of the sun?All the brilliant names that have been mixed up on the ground throughout the ages, in my opinion, all of them are "narrators" and all of them are commentators.Confucius and Socrates, Homer and Du Fu, Newton and Li Bai, Einstein and Zhang Daqian, Pavarotti (Italian opera tenor) and Xu Xiake, all of them spent their lives trying to explain the infinite way of heaven clearly. .Think of a little me, my little life, how many square kilometers of wisdom can be surrounded by running with a pair of eyes?How many lines can a pair of feet read on the earth?If there is one thing left for me to do, it is nothing more than to be a narrator: treat the world as a secret book carried on my shoulders, and go to the streets and alleys to describe all kinds of things vividly and vividly, like a story in the Song Dynasty. A storyteller who sells art in the old middle of the ancient road.

Chief Cai is an old acquaintance, and the figure of "500,000" is also "information" that he has heard before.But today is different, because the place mentioned is exactly the scene where the incident happened, and it is braving the 120-degree smoke, surrounded by the frantic trend of undulating mountains, which makes people feel that the evidence is convincing and believed. This gentle land named "Burst" in topography did experience a thrilling catastrophe 500,000 years ago. I stretch out the bamboo stick again and again, like a thermometer, no, maybe more like an ancient Chinese doctor, feeling the pulse of the beauty in the tent through a silk thread, this Datun Mountain, also allows me to explore her with a piece of thin bamboo the meridian.The bamboo stick vibrates slightly in the boiling spring. Is this the still unsteady pulse from 500,000 years ago?But the Qixing Datun in front of me is so gentle and subtle, the slight movement of the miscanthus is like a luxurious cloak facing the wind.My confidence began to waver, is it possible?Was there really a fire that could burn the ground half a million years ago?Has there ever been a red pulp that shoots thousands of miles?Is there a red mist that burns all trees?Are you dizzy?Is there a curse for revealing too many secrets of the center of the earth?This weird and unfathomable mountain system squats silently in the north of the city where I live, and it has seen me through from childhood to adulthood, but she is a half-solved poetic riddle to me.In fact, I don't even know what "500,000 years" means!All I know is just one day and one night. I have a little understanding of the history of the mountain cherry blossoms. I can barely imagine the vicissitudes of a hundred and a thousand years. As for the years of ten thousand or even half a million years, it is purely empty to me. Theory is tantamount to telling a mayfly who fulfills the responsibilities of life and death today about the moonlight at a certain night in the next century. Is the boiling smoke that still scalds me today the embers of half a million years ago?

Can't be solved, can't be solved, there is no need to have a solution. Walking down the trail all the way, there is a beautiful blue sky above the clouds and mist. The blue is flawless, so bright and clean that it is almost mathematical—yes, it is the cruelty and absoluteness of mathematics.But I hesitated for a while, and found that I actually liked this pure determination, the high-risk blue that got rid of everything and rejected everything that was 100% correct.Compared with the mountain's calamity and ashes, the sky seems to be another line of the couplet, invisible, quality, anger, and anger.

Passing through the dense arrow bamboo forest, the mountain turns around, and when I look back, there is nothing there.I remembered seeing two sentences written by the painter in a painting shop once: "Clouds are the bones of the mountain, and the moss is the spirit of the stone." While traveling in Datun, what I thought of was: "The cloud is the dream of the mountain, and the moss is the spirit of the stone." It’s a message from a stone.” As for the steady stream of geothermal heat, what is it about the mountain?It can be seen as a sweet and sad confession of an extinct volcano, right?

2. A love run three thousand kilometers away The lake is extremely small, but it does not know it.Because the clouds come and go, it is named Dream, and it doesn't know anything about this. Clouds pass by, stumble and fall, and the shallow water level is enough to overflow into the eyes.The sun passed by, stumbled and fell, and the warm fire just ignited Gu Pan's expression.The moonlight passed by, the mountain wind passed by, but the migratory birds left cysts in the river 3,000 kilometers away after wandering by. Some people say that it was the old name of Yachi during the Japanese occupation, while others say otherwise.Some local residents said that they saw a pond full of wild ducks here when they were young.Some people say that although there are no waterfowls today, they still picked up bird feathers. It can be seen that the migratory birds chasing the sun for thousands of years still love this old-fashioned southern road. Some people found fifty geese and ducks in other nearby ponds. Yu reunited, what a pleasant surprise.This coolness, which is closely protected and loved by the acacia forest and slope grass, is also a small mystery that surprises many scholars and experts.I like Xiaohu's own calmness of staying out of the matter when the opinions are divergent.

There are needle orchids growing all over the lake, standing upright all the time, so the surface of the pool looks as beautiful as needles made of emerald silk.But the amazing plot in the lake lies in the water leek, which is an aquatic fern, and the whole soul-stirring life and death are quietly going on under the surface of the lake.Some scholars believe that it came from Northeast China. Because it was a passenger of migratory birds and rabbits, it traveled 3,000 kilometers all the way and was reborn in this distant country.I think it costs nothing, does not make a toe, but rides on the plump and plump winter feathers, sets off in the tourist season of birds, and passes through the rainbow along the way, but who knows that it is destined to fall on this mountain and this lake , becoming the family with the southernmost foothold in the water leek world.If we talk about wandering, no one has the ability to weave the stories of wandering in such a chic and gorgeous way.If it is about falling in love, no one has the opportunity to go so far away.But this life that is good at wandering and rushing is also good at taking root and restraining itself.The professor of the Department of Botany drilled a four-meter well, and there are still traces of water leeks in the mud at the bottom of the lake.There is obviously another layer of "ancient civilization" belonging to the water leek at the bottom of the lake. It is estimated that this family has been around for tens of thousands of years.Water leek was written as a master's thesis, and then a doctoral dissertation—but no one knows, in which autumn, in which autumn, in which one of the colorful wings, the stowaway young man was carried, and from then on it landed and reproduced. The country is established by the capital.

What is it that makes me stand on a high slope overlooking this small lake as if someone has read a "fixed spell"?At what point does the whole story silence me?This water leek is so twisted and slender like a shallot on the market that you don’t need to spend money to buy, but it still has a feeling of being extremely weak, beautiful, and untouchable like some living beings.Isn't it the dream state of every artist to be so turbulent and conservative?Traveling three thousand miles in the distance of a mustard seed, and supporting one hundred thousand years in a square inch of land, there is something mysterious in it that I can't explain but can feel.

Water leeks also have "drought dormancy". In the dry season, the water in the pond dries up to the bottom, but under the old sun-dried plants, the swamp is slightly moist, and the spores are ready to go out in it. When the rainy season comes, they immediately stretch their heads and arms for Obtain the "green right" by yourself. The poet may be able to recite the sentence "It rained in the mountains overnight, and the trees were filled with hundreds of springs" in an elegant and slow tone, but the real life has its violent and almost painful movements.After a night of mountain rain, the small lake bears overflowing blessings.Pedestrians pass by, only seeing the light smoke on the lake and dreaming, but how do they know that thousands of lives are not doing the most delicate and fierce life-and-death game.There is only one rainy season to perform, only one rainy season to be crazy, before death comes, before everything is too late, the pool of water is like boiling water - but we don't know, what we humans see has always been The clear and quiet surface of the lake.This world has been made too luxurious and complicated. When we are amazed that our whole life is powerless, who really has the energy to explore the life and death of other kinds of life?Who can believe that the bottom of the small lake is actually a dojo where the miracle of life manifests itself?

Thoreau once owned Walton Lake, and Song Ru was close to Goose Lake, but I want this bright and dreamy lake, is it okay?I plan to send a part of myself to guard here, guarding the cold smoke on the lake, guarding the life after life of the cold smoke in the water, and guarding the self that is mixed with the smoke and fog in the lake scenery.