Qingyun struck | Yamaguchi village

The gentle slope between Baolongyu and Ziwuyu in the northern foothills of Qinling, from west to east, scattered with Nandao Village, Taigou Village, East Village and Baoshi Village, Taigou and Nandao have developed characteristic farms in recent years by relying on Xiaowutai and Jinxian Temple, people come and go, lively and extraordinary, Baolongyu because of the deep Yuzi, icicles, Tang Wangzhai and beautiful legends about the Tang Dynasty Prince, but also become a leisure place for citizens to play on holidays, only the East Village, like the little sister who is carefully cared for by the brothers, is deeply raised in the boudoir, waiting for the show girl to become a certain moment.

After the early summer rains, the sky is exceptionally clear. Under the curtain of the blue sky, the veins of Zhongnan Mountain are clearly visible, and the vegetation of the thick green mountain is like the washed coat of the South Mountain, and the moist cloak hangs on his strong body, and the East Village is hidden in the green of the forest at the foot of the mountain.

A clean cement road probed deep into the thick green, and on both sides of the road, the wheat was not yellow, and the ripe, bright green sprouted the fullness of the harvest, and the heavy standing. Cheerful birds, unknown birds singing in the sky above the wheat field, bird ensemble, natural and pleasant, the heart is deeply intoxicated in the joy of "Hundred Birds and Phoenix" at the foot of Qinling Mountain.

When we entered the village, the dappled light of the persimmon garden in the middle of the road gushed out the fresh smell of earth after the shower, and in the shade of the old tree umbrella, the gray sister cats were playing freely. The village cross, the tall plane tree flowers thank you, the vigorousness of the leaves continues the honor of the flowers, whispering happily in the morning light, under the tree, the pink childish children in the stroller, the young mother with flowers and branches, the smiling grandparents, the strangers in the village are always attracting strange attention, and the mutual attention is also the best greeting, we briskly left their sight and walked towards the village.

The slender cement road hovered behind the flat rising house, the sunlight was just right, lightly shining over the village, the fenced courtyard, the wood door was slightly open, a big aunt staggered out, stood at the door of the road, hunched over, and whispered to her well-grown green seedlings; not far from the roadside, under the walnut trees under the ridge, in the small field of wet earth, the little grandson crawled in the arms of the dirt, and the young grandmother flipped over the land near the end, and the long focus froze their figures. The sunlight has outlined such a beautiful and shiny silhouette for them!

Clinging to the foot of the mountain, the locust tree stretched her branches, her full branch of emerald green, to the middle of the road, stopping me on the way, fresh, it seemed to smell a faint and faint acacia flower fragrance! There is also a different kind of fragrance that seems to be nothing...

Circumnavigating the locust forest, I saw a small courtyard covered with red brick walls full of pale pink roses!

The door of the small courtyard is locked, the small iron lock is rusty, the red bricks are shining in the sun after the rain, and the simple brick-concrete bungalow opposite, half-exposed, is hidden in the courtyard with the dark green leaves of the climbing tiger. There is no word, no trace, where have they all gone?

I stood silently, carefully stroking one emptiness after another from the camera, looking for the spirit of the village that was hidden in the silence and was too late and within reach and incomprehensible! Faint sorrow, where are you hiding? Where did it go? Our village is empty, the spiritual home with a strong nostalgia is rusty, but people are running outside the physical and mental fatigue! The desire for a home that allows the heart to be at peace and nourishment is to feed a plump and noble soul.

Silence surrounded me, tranquility penetrated me, and when I was in this worldly tranquility, I suddenly felt that I really should let the mind calm down and slow down, get rid of the weeds of the soul, away from the frizz and superficial skin of the world, the world wind suddenly rises, the heart does not move, that is, a faint peace.

Find your own village and give your heart a moist settlement.

Zhang Ni, pen name Sima Yunni, a native of Sima Village, Chang'an, is currently working for the Cyberspace Administration of Chang'an District Committee, a member of the Shaanxi Photographers Association, a director of the Xi'an Photographers Association, a member of the Xi'an Writers Association, the president of the Shaanxi Qinying Society, the vice president of the Shaoling Cultural Research Society, the 11th, 12th and 13th CPPCC members of Chang'an District, and a member of the CppcC Chang'an District CPPCC.