Guangming Culture Weekend Edition: Suzhou Erji

Author: Hu Zhufeng

Flowers of the Mountains

All the way slowly, gradually approaching nature, when we reached Huashan, it was already dusk. People were walking under the trees, and their surroundings were dark and dark. The sound of insects is like a tide, the stars are luxuriant, and the lights are dim. In the haze, I only felt that the mountain was beautiful and gentle, and the wild qi of the mountain forest surged forward, took a deep breath, had the flavor of vegetables, shoots, melons and fruits, and rejoiced in my heart.

The flock of birds did not sleep, and the song came from the mountains, grunting, chirping. Brewed a cup of biluochun, sat by the window and listened, the smell of tea, the night and the mountain breeze, it seemed that there were flowers and fresh grasses and trees floating into the room, and people were also happy. The bird statue knows that someone is eavesdropping on its song, and the call becomes more and more high-pitched, near and far, and is in harmony with each other. There are birds that are proud, birds that are idle, birds that are interesting, birds that are companions, birds that are petted, birds that benefit, and birds that are fed. Listening and listening, the calm breath in my heart flows slowly, and the still breath is like fog, and it is like the night of the flower mountain.

In the middle of the night, rain falls on the leaves, like spring encroaching on mulberry, and the water from the eaves hits the plantains, crisp as pecking wood. A coolness enveloped the body and mind, and gradually, I didn't know when and where, and I didn't know that there was me.

The birdsong awakened the people who lived in the guest house, and also woke up the flower mountain. A mountain of green and a mountain of birds singing, and the sound of the wind blowing trees, occasionally there are dogs barking and some people talking, bugs may be tired or may not wake up.

The stone road winds up from your feet and leads into the woods. All eyes are green, the green of oak oak, oak, beech, triangular maple, cypress, as well as the green of flowing water, the green of moss. Entering the land of green and wild, people seem to be verdant, and the uproar of the water and the brightness of the leaves make people think of it.

The water in Huashan is clean. From a distance, it was a clear white light that was shaking, and when I got closer, I realized that it was a clear mountain spring. A bunch of mountain springs, hands cold, and then warm comfort.

As I walked deeper, the leaves stirred around, and the wind blew deep birdsong, making it more and more quiet in the mountains.

The flower mountain is full of trees, slender and slender, the age of the tree is not long, the branches are bright, the posture is gentle, so that the mountain is more soothing. What is even more strange is the old tree that lies or lies or stands, covering the sky and the sun, hiding in the mountains, like a reclusive monk.

Not only are there many trees, but there are also many stones. Suzhou produces beautiful stones, and the beauty of Taihu lake stone wrinkles, leaks, thinness and transparency fascinates all sentient beings. The stones of Huashan Are Thick and Simple, and the stones scattered all over the mountain are pale and old, unlike the Taihu Stone, which entertains people with white. Some stones are chiseled with words, or written scenes or lyrics or words or warnings, and hundreds of stone carvings in the grass seal are written with the words "mountain species", "interval fan", "swallowing stone", "falling", "thirsty turtle", "flower mountain bird road", "Lingfeng stack", "cloth bag stone", "everyone is happy"...

I like the two-sided stone carvings the most. On the one side is the "Falling House", the rounded tuanshi, which is said to be the stars falling in the sky, thinking that this may be the Wenqu Star, hoping to give my generation a long-term literary atmosphere and vitality. There is also a stone engraved with "and sit", and I can't help but go up to the front of the stone.

I have lived in Huashan several times, seen spring sunshine, seen summer rain, seen autumn wind, and seen winter. Rainy and rainy, the flower mountain is unharmed. At this moment, the rain was heavy, the gray clouds outside the window were thick, but the mountains were particularly green.

There are rivers and mountains everywhere in the world, and the mountains here are named after flowers, which is a fortunate thing for the mountains. For a moment, I envy those who live near the mountains.

Huashan, in the west of Suzhou City.

Biluo Chunji

The bayberry in the east mountain of Taihu Lake and the loquat in the west mountain are extremely luscious, I have eaten it, and he is not as good as the other place. Not only that, the Biluochun produced by Taihu Dongshan is the leader in tea and has the reputation of "the first in the world".

Biluo spring is beautiful but not colorful, like Li Shangyin's untitled poem, gently touching people's hearts.

Biluochun soaked in the water, reflecting the cup lightly, like Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian's melon and fruit album, which made people feel relaxed. Look at the bottom of the cup again, the bottom of the leaf is beautiful and lovely, bright green and tender, slowly stretch out your hands and feet, look carefully, you can see the tea leaves bubbling with fine bubbles. The green snail spring soaks in the water, and it is green snow.

The name of Biluochun is quite good, "Bi" means tea color, "snail" refers to tea shape, "spring" means tea taste, and the three words are written on the paper.

Friends say drink biluo spring, spring is the best season. In the early morning of spring, soak a cup of biluochun, which should also be seasonal. Spring in the glass is confused, the glass window is peachy and willow green, and the mood is suddenly light. The taste of Biluochun is also light, clear and clear, light and plump, and a fresh breath into the mouth. Gently swallowed into the throat, the fresh qi sinks, and the immortal qi floats up, hidden outside the red dust.

Over the years, there will always be some biluochun left for autumn and winter to drink. When autumn rises, the north wind comes and goes, heavy snow days, cold rain, drink a cup of biluochun before or after drinking black tea, which can dilute the depression of a stomach. As soon as the tea bubbles down, one morning and one afternoon slowly pass, there is the joy of dead wood and spring in the body. Beyond the joy, thrive. The goodness of green tea, in a word, is thriving and lush.

Biluochun was originally produced on the stone wall of Biluo Peak in Dongshan, and the seeds are said to be picked up by birds. Originally a nameless tea, after some villagers took the tea into their arms, the tea leaves were heated, emitting a strange fragrance, everyone smelled it, said "scary incense", and took it as its name. When Kangxi went south, he drank this tea and felt that it was "frightening and fragrant", so he changed his name to "Biluochun".

It is said that Biluochun has lanxiang, I probably drank too much lanxiang tea, accustomed to numbness, did not feel it, but drank plum fragrance. Orchid incense is the fragrance of a gentleman, and plum incense is the fragrance of a hermit. Lan Xiang is good, plum fragrance is good, incense makes the tea taste more imagination space.

The night before, I wrapped the biluochun in mulberry paper and put it into the lotus flowers that had already been opened, and took it out early to drink. After two bubbles, the lotus fragrance is refreshing. This person is Wang Xingbo, written in Mr. Zhou Shuangjuan's article.

A cup of biluochun, with the breath of Jiangnan, the breath of plants, the breath of Ming and Qing. Good tea always has a history.

Guangming Daily ( 2021-04-09 15 edition)

Source: Guangming Network - Guangming Daily