Qingwei - looking for the stone wall is not encountered

Stone waller, mountain also. Located on the shore of the Yellow Sea, the silk mountain remnants, its peak is steep and steep like a wall, hence the name.

Stone wall seekers, I also. I am also. Stone wall seekers are not only for hitting the wall, but also for mountain tours, for scenery viewing, and for playing.

Woohoo this mountain! Not tall and good at hiding, not wide and thankful, several times to find the way but can not, special code to come and go without incivility, is to remember.

In order to subtract the big belly, he made a big vow in front of the Five Visceral Temple, walked several kilometers a day, and after weighing moderately, he would definitely be rewarded with big fish and big meat. Of course, I have to count my words, and I have insisted on it for five days. On the fourth of May, I was on duty, still listening to music and striding westward.

When I walked to the door of the community, in the bright sunlight, I looked up and saw a snow-white locust flower, which was full of vigor and radiance, and suddenly opened my mouth in surprise, as if the mouth and tongue and even the chest cavity were filled with a strong aroma of locust flowers. This is such a strange tree, and I can't help but think of a scene last winter. At that time, all the leaves of the northern tree species had withered away, and only its dead leaves were shrunk in the north wind. When I walked to the bottom of the tree with full silence, I suddenly heard a clang, like a sigh, and saw the leaves falling one after another, just for a moment, falling a clear light.

I was also stunned and stunned there. What a strange tree, I suppose, like a fairy tale.

I continued to move forward under the pearl pile of locust flowers, full of fragrance and emotion, which was the gift of late spring, and also the message of the lixia festival coming from the roots of the countryside and passing on to me to change seasons.

The secrets of the earth are spoken through the trees, and, with one mouth, the flowers of the trees.

I remembered the mountain of yesterday. Two friends and I were looking for a mountain in the middle of the mountains, but we got lost in a chestnut forest, and the ground was covered with maroon tidbits, like a blanket woven of moss, and like an infinite army of caterpillars. The feet fall on it, and the clanging sounds, which can't help but make people think of the sentence "The jujube flowers fall from the scarf", and then think of Po Weng "a smile that knows that it is wine red", and then think of "people old hairpin flowers are not ashamed of themselves, flowers should be ashamed of the old man's head", so standing in the depths of the chestnut garden is very stream of consciousness. So I decided that since Chunshan is easy to grow old, why not smile, after all, life is rare to be old and pretty.

So the mountain hunting trip evolved into a flower hunting trip. Out of the chestnut garden, I saw a sycamore that had fallen over, still strongly spraying huge pink flowers, so I went forward to be a flower picking thief, picked one, sniffed, so easy to resist the urge to eat it, and solemnly clipped it to my ear like a cigarette. It was a small ceremony to say goodbye to Spring.

The ceremony had to have a speech. The words are as follows.

Find tea in the May Mountains

Flowers in the spring when the time passes

Drink alcohol in the sleepy evening wind

Because of you, friend

With these few short sentences, you can make a glimpse of yesterday afternoon's whereabouts. On the third day of the first month of April in the year of Nongyin, that is, on the afternoon of May 3, 2022 AD, at the invitation of a friend, she visited the tea garden she rented in Shuangmiao Village at the foot of The Silk Mountain, which surrounds the mountain and needs to go through a long culvert to reach it, just like the experience of the Wuling people. Of course, the houses in the tea garden were not built to avoid the Qin, but were tea farms that were overturned on the site of the "South Tea North Introduction" in 1966. Because of the lack of labor, the elderly left behind in the village could not take care of the land, so they subleased it to this friend. A friend is a poet, and if it were not for the poet, he would not be romantic enough to find a remote house in the mountains and live a farming and reading life. Although Zhang Xiaofeng's kind of artistic conception of mountains like eyebrows and cottages like beautiful moles is within reach, after all, China's pastoral life is often not so beautiful because of the entanglement of land relations.

Don't tell people I'm here to read. She said. I don't think she can say that she went to school in terms of gender. Because according to Liaozhai Zhiyi, the people who study in the mountains are generally single young men, so that the story of the ghost fox can be made up. In the dead of night, when people were surrounded by a well and howled wolf, Ren Qi Tian's great sage also had to explode. Not to mention the dream words such as a lone lamp and a red sleeve, people who have no experience in living in the wild, I estimate that staying overnight will leave sequelae. Although the outdoors are nothing more than birds, frogs, snakes, hedgehogs, wild cats, stray dogs, etc., instead of smokey ghosts wandering and weeping.

Friends and plants and flowers have a special fate, so taking care of the tea garden is probably not bad, especially the tea leaves in the protected area, is a historical legacy, if there is a lack of such a heart, I am afraid that the tea of Rizhao will not be able to find its roots later. Life first, literature second. Second, she is a poet. We are all like this, have a professional livelihood, and have a little food and clothing to "know the etiquette in a hurry". By middle age, people increasingly feel the need to refuse unnecessary socializing, there are very few people who are really like-minded, and the opportunity to get together is even more rare. Drinking wine every day may not be in harmony with each other's hearts, but those who never see each other may fall into the same place. We went to see her, and each of us brought wine and food, about the stars and the mountain wind, and planned not to get drunk in the small courtyard.

Meandering in the mountains, turning from a fork in the asphalt road into the village, and then circling out of the village in the chicken and dog jumping, sinking into the culvert, looking for the light and coming out to see the tea plantations all over the ravines, the tea mountain is as green as water washing, which is the most exuberant season of the annual growth period. The courtyard hovers above the green waves, like a boat.

Five people, a dog, looked out in a boat. At this time we saw The Stone Wall Mountain. To the southeast, with its head and shoulders bare, it seemed intent on breaking free of the snare of the Silk Mountains and marching east into the sea, but it had no choice but to stand still and freeze into a silent fortress. Some people suggested that since the time was still early, it was better to climb the Stone Wall Mountain and experience the feeling of viewing the sea from a few floors. Two people responded, three people made a trip, and among them was me. So there was a scene in my memory.

We chose the most wrong one before several forks in the road. An hour later, we wandered around a chestnut grove surrounded by fireproof barbed wire, unable to find a way to break through, and when we were gray-headed and sweaty, we could only see the wild mountains and even the shadows of the stone walls. Stone Wall Mountain refused our visit. Later, when I opened the satellite map, I realized that the road up the mountain had been close at hand, but we had repeatedly missed it.

Why didn't I expect to look at satellite images at that time? I asked one of the friends. Of course, he never expected it. We are all accustomed to experience, so accustomed to walking the path that others have traveled, so that we are accustomed to forgetting that there are convenient tools around us, and we forget that there is technology. But how could I not think that this was not the spiritual nature of the Great Stone Wall Mountain? It is tired of needless visits, just as we are tired of needless socializing.

It's like a tree that wants to fall leaves before it leaves, and it blossoms when it wants to blossom. Can you know its mind? As human beings, how many years have we survived on this planet, and what can we really know about everything and even stones?

The mountain ignored me and returned home.

2022.05.04

One point number Dong Yi Hao