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The mountain came toward me

Bruquay

Drive all the way west from Tsurugi and look straight ahead at a row of peaks. The lowest in the north rises to the south, and then goes down, and then stretches southward. Because the building was blocked, I didn't know how far south it was. There was a misty fog in front of the mountain this afternoon, and the wide field of vision of this road just happened to freeze a landscape painting. The spacious road, the clear building, the hazy mountain, the faint clouds, came to me as if I had entered the painting, and the feeling was real and magical, very good.

I remember this time period in the summer, once from the huangshan square in front of the mountain road (the north of the crane companion road) to the west, then the west of the mountain is very clear, can clearly see the shape and color of the stones on the mountain, the appearance of the magnificent, even a little scared, feel that they are too small in front of it. Clear and clear, but not as hazy and kind as today, whether this is also like people and people, when they do not understand each other, they feel very close to each other and feel sorry for each other, and as the exchanges become more and more intimate, they will find each other's deficiencies and problems, and slowly there will be contradictions and estrangement. Is it because of this that there is a gentleman's friendship as light as water, and hazy is true.

Just like a hazy mountain and a clear mountain, it is hazy that we can't see clearly, but we prefer to see, clear but don't want to see. Because there is no distance, there is no beauty. Friends are a little sick, need to take medicine for a long time, did not insist on eating for a period of time, and lost spirits. When he took the medicine, he was immediately refreshed, and he lamented that the spirit was inseparable from the substance. Indeed it is. Material and spiritual are inseparable. Spirit without material basis is the wood without source water and without roots; matter without spirit is the ship without restraint.

The mountain, or the mountain, whether clear or hazy, has remained unchanged for thousands of years. In contrast, we humans are the hurried passers-by, who may not have approached it, have disappeared, and what qualifications do we have to evaluate it? To my surprise, the mountain came toward me, and I should have rejoiced and embraced it happily.

About author:Bu Rukui, zouping municipal education and sports bureau staff, literature lovers. Editor-in-charge: Yang Mengzi