The works of the 3rd Wu Bozhen Prose Award were selected to | to read Yanxia Mountain

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Needless to say, reading Yanxia Mountain, I started with that plate of rocks. Of course, I'm sure more people will start reading from that group of coopers.

In fact, for Yanxia Mountain, my original plan was to flip through it casually, or more accurately, to browse it casually. In my previous life experience, Yanxiashan had never entered my brain hard disk at all. The Wanyuan formed by the arrangement and combination of mountains, the Wanyuan known as the source of ten thousand waters, the Badai Mountain, the Huacai Mountain, the Longtan River, and so on, I am not unfamiliar with it. The beautiful scenery and infinite scenery are my overall impression of Wanyuan hidden deep in the hinterland of Daba Mountain, but I have never heard of yanxia mountain. Therefore, when I heard that I was going to Wanyuan Yanxia Mountain to collect wind, and I braved the rain to go forward, I was disappointed with twelve points. Fortunately, there is a group of well-known literary friends to accompany, but together they can talk, talk, and god, and they reluctantly follow all the way. Literary friends meet and talk about literature, or topics other than literature, whether dizzy or plain, can be ignored, beneficial to the body and mind, but also conducive to creation. This, presumably, is also one of the benefits of every literary style.

Before the chatting was over, the minibus stopped with a loud bang: "Yanxia Mountain Scenic Area has arrived, all writers please get off!" ”

A group of people got out of the car, only to find that they were in the middle of the mountainside, and there was white mist dancing in the canyon in the field of vision, and the mountain danced silver snakes, and the charm was boundless... "Wow, what a big cypress tree!" He was reveling in his dreams in the clouds, but he was disturbed by the noise of the crowd, and turned back, and several giant cypress trees stood in front of him. A cursory look can conclude that it is four cypress trees from the same root system, and the size of each cypress tree cannot be closed at least with my arms; and when I look up to measure its height, I can't see the tip at a glance: let alone dozens of cubits.

Obviously, this invincible Cooper family has given many people a shock. In this way, if the literary friends really regard this group of ancient cypresses as the beginning of yanxia mountain, it is also logical.

However, for me, if the enchanting cloud can only be used as the cover of Yanxia Mountain, the group of ancient cypresses is at best an eye-catching preface. I have seen a lot of proud and tall giant cypresses, and on a recent trip to the conch ditch in western Sichuan, I have encountered such and such ancient cypresses several times. So when I scribbled over the size of the coopers, I focused my attention on their roots: it was a huge rock that bulged from the surface of the earth, and from its slick blue-black appearance it was enough to judge that the rock should have a body as hard as iron. A thought came to mind: Apart from the ancient ancestors who pioneered the world, who could have such a big deal? Four ancient cypress trees stand side by side in the middle of the rock, there is no dirt within at least one or two meters of the surrounding area, and countless tree roots are entangled and entangled, and the python is generally coiled on the surface of the boulder, and then protrudes into the soil outside the rock...

It is not surprising that many people marvel at this spectacle; it is not surprising that many people worship the tenacious vitality of this Cooper family. Of course, I was amazed and admired, but I was not surprised by Cooper, but by the huge rock beneath Cooper.1 Although today's roots have extended into the soil outside the rock, it is not difficult to guess that the seeds of the cypress tree, or the saplings of the cypress tree in the swaddling, were planted in the middle of the rock; today's giant cypress must have developed from the rock and then slowly grew. Because even if it is a childhood cypress tree, how long are its roots? Can it extend to the dirt two meters away? With such speculation, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. This seemingly indifference rock, will also give birth to life? If this is the case, there must be a soft place hidden in his heart. From this, I am even more convinced that this huge rock is by no means an ordinary stubborn stone that we are common; it not only has life, but also has a broad, kind, and generous heart. Otherwise, how could it have accepted a living tree a few years ago? How can a tiny life be allowed to flourish on top of its body? How can it sustain the prosperity of this increasingly burdened cypress family for thousands of years?

It is undeniable that when wave after wave of tourists have thrown praise and worship to this lofty Gubai family, what is left for this rock is more of an understated glance, or even disregard, but the rock, do not care about these at all; paying is its natural duty, let the wind and rain blow, let you spring and autumn, just pay silently, it will be safe.

To this end, I deliberately approached the rock, although the temperature was only five or six degrees, although the cold rain kept hitting it, I clearly touched the infinite warmth.

Yes, I prefer to believe that this rock is a gift from Heaven because it has Aura. It is even more life-like than life.

It was because of this rock that I had to be in awe of Yanxia Mountain, and I had to be ashamed of my previous thoughts. As a result, for Yanxia Mountain, I had to start reading religiously step by step.

As I went deeper page by page, I finally learned that Yanxia Mountain was once the place where Qin Daxian was practicing. According to legend, Qin Daxian, a scholar of Ben Yijie, because the examiner misread his surname, thought that his name had fallen to Sun Shan, and he became a monk in anger and practiced enlightenment. Greeting the sunrise in the morning, sending the sun back at dusk, not eating fireworks in the world, practicing hard, and finally achieving positive results. Later generations placed his true body on Yanxia Mountain, built a temple to enshrine, and blessed Cangsheng. Read Yanxia Mountain, temples and Taoist temples can be seen everywhere. Originally, both Buddhists and Taoists regarded Yanxia Mountain as a sacred place for meditation and cultivation.

Yanxia Mountain, a well-deserved spiritual mountain. It is said that on a sunny day, the Smoky Mountain can be seen in the light of the sun, the clouds are ethereal, and the fairy qi is flowing. Unfortunately, it was a rainy day, and I didn't see the light, but all the way it was fairy fog, making my mortal body feel like I was in a fairy scene. People took their mobile phones one after another, grabbed the favorable terrain, either photographed others or let people shoot; but I did not dare to act rashly, or even dare not make a loud noise, only quietly read, silently thinking. The rain seems to have become Xianlin, I simply put away the umbrella, let the smoke and rain baptize me, gradually, I feel that all the beauty is not in front of me, but all collected in my heart...

Reading it in one breath, we were shocked to realize that the Yanxia Mountain I was reading was actually a flashback writing. Or rather, I used the backward reading method, reading from the end of the article to the front. That rock is the fruit, and the cultivation of those immortals is clearly the cause!

The deep edge of the edge is here, and it cannot be said that I am so with the Yanxia Mountain. With this devout reading, I think that in the time to come, the only thing I can remember about the ten thousand sources in the ten thousand mountains must be the Yanxia Mountain.

On the way back, although I was still accompanied by literary friends, I no longer talked nonsense. To be precise, I dare not blow any more nonsense. All the way silently thinking, like me, a worldly person who is outside the mountain, how many lifetimes of cultivation can reach the rocky realm of Yanxia Mountain?

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【Author's Profile】Bashan, whose real name is Peng Mingkai, bachelor of arts, has published more than three million words of various literature in newspapers and periodicals at home and abroad. It has successively set up columns in many domestic newspapers and periodicals. He has published 9 literary collections, including the poetry collection "Love River Rafting", the essay collection "Five Tastes of Life", "Torture the World", "Bamboo Sea Dream Paradise", "The Road to Success", the novel collection "Dripping Water to See the Sea", "Leisurely Love and Leisurely Hate", "You Are My Shadow", "Your Secret I Know" and so on. A number of essays have been selected for extracurricular reading in colleges and middle schools. Winner of the Liang Bin Novel Award and the Sun Li Prose Award; a contracted writer of Reader and Hundred Gardens Magazine. A student of the first young and middle-aged writers' advanced study class of Bashan Literature.

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