Chapter 27 to the southern hills

There are often strange and beautiful sounds in the mountains.In the south, on the hills of the south, you can't help but get lost quietly, into the eternal new age.For example, in this kind of spring, wild roses bloom all over the mountain, and clusters of white rose flowers, like clouds floating on the mountainside, diffuse such a fragrance, making the sun shine on the mountain with fragrance. , among the green leaves.There are also clear springs, ding-dong noises floating wild roses, the fragrance of which keeps flowing out of the mountain.In such a clear fragrance, in the tranquility, suddenly there is the cry of Huang Peng, which comes from a certain place in the valley, causing the fog to float and the sun to shine brightly. It is an extremely beautiful sound.Or sometimes it is not Huang Peng, but Ma Zhu Chicken, its voice is full of the sweetness and greenness of bamboo, and the smoothness of green bamboo pipes.Suppose there is a mountain magpie, it stands on a certain sunny mountain rock in the forest, and chirps with its voice, giving the mountain a kind of peace and serenity.Even a group of tree frogs in the mountain forest suddenly puffed out their tongues and croaked, giving people a kind of strangeness.

After the Lunar New Year of this year, the peach blossoms bloomed early, and the wild roses were no exception, and the rapeseed flowers in the small fields in the mountains were also golden in bunches.The mountains in this season are full of temptations for me.I invited friends, and went up the hill with a shotgun that I hadn’t touched for a long time. At this time, the hares also came from the deep mountains to the outside. They like the green and tender leaves on the sunny slopes, but I never dreamed of it. What kind of hunting is there, because I just want to relive the dream of a hunter, think about the various experiences of being a geological team member when I was young, and I will feel a surge of pride in my heart.But now, how can I outrun those small beasts in the mountains?How can I get back the vigor and passion of that dreamy season?I thought my shotgun had some sort of decoration, am I not getting any younger?

The long-lost southern hill is still so familiar, it is still in my dream, some small light blue flowers and colorful fungi stand quietly in the forest, and the little bees and butterflies are shaking their wings, coming and going Fly.The small drops of water on the pine needles are still the same as before, shining with colorful sunlight.As for a small plant that grows close to the ground, which I call ground tea, they also hold two small green leaves and some moss, which have begun to grow green on the bluestone slab. How this fits my dream. After all, I am far away from the south. I have been wandering for many years. I am like the duckweed that drifts with the waves, without roots or roots. The land comes in a hurry, and goes in a hurry.I know that my life will be spent in this endless wandering, beginning and ending.Therefore, the south that I miss, and the southern hills that I miss deeply, have always been my spiritual home.Time really remains the same. On the hills in the south, I can’t tell whether it’s ten years ago or ten years later. Is the oriole singing leisurely, or the one ten years ago?I just walk in my south, on the hills in my south, in my eternal dream like this.

The body is getting hotter and hotter. Walking among the rocks and vines in the forest, although it is interesting to walk, it is also difficult to walk. As the sun rises high, the mountain fog gradually disperses, and the hundred people crawling on the ground The knotworms and scarabs also became more vigorous, and the dewdrops on the pine needles also began to drip, together with the colorful brilliance on the dewdrops.Indeed, the scenes in front of me are like the reappearance of the past time.When I finally walked out of the valley and came to a sunny slope, my mood flew melodiously.This is a pine forest. There are giant pine trees that are thick enough to be hugged by several people, and there are also large pine trees that are broken by lightning, but still have huge branches. There is a layer of soft golden pine needles on the ground.When the wind blows, the pine forest emits bursts of harmonious pine waves, and I immediately feel the faint coolness on my body.

Songtao is so noisy and distant, it has a mighty momentum, undulating like a tide, with ups and downs, and sometimes it is leisurely and peaceful, light and soothing.My mood is touched by the pine waves and surged by the pine waves, and I feel that the time is pale and long.I put down the shotgun, found a bluestone slab, covered it with a layer of soft golden pine needles, and sat down here, looking at the small sky blued by pine branches. Badlands far.At this time, time is reversing, time is flowing back, one hundred years... one thousand years... ten thousand years, I don't know how long it takes to go back, but I think it's been a long, long time.I have no desires, no longings, even myself into the sound of the waves, the pine waves have become my breath, the breath of the southern mountains and hills.

In an instant, when the pine waves were still, I suddenly thought, if I built a thatched shed here, lived in the pine forest, listened to the pine waves quietly every day, and didn't go anywhere, how beautiful would that be?During the day, you can sit and listen to the pine waves, or you can plant a small vegetable field or flower garden amidst the sound of the pine waves. At night, why don’t you yearn for the pine waves at night?At night, the mountain moon rises quietly, the moon is bright and clean, and the hills are filled with the clear light of the moon. Such as the song-like sound of the waves, in this eternal sound of waves, immersed in the moon, immersed in dreams, immersed in the earth and high sky, sitting in a thatched shed under the moonlight, singing your beloved poems, or playing a Xiao , or play a guitar, or simply pour a glass of old wine and drink slowly, what can be exchanged for this situation?

I finally heard the pine waves that I hadn't heard for a long time. I thought, the old calendar year has passed, spring is here again, and I will fly to the north like a migratory bird.Oh South, what can I take from you?There is only this song-like Songtao, only it, I listen to it in my heart, in the part that is least likely to be disturbed by the sound of the city, and then, in some nights in the north, I quietly replay and think about it alone, my The everlasting pines on the southern hills, the voice of my life.