A primeval forest sleeping in a dream.
Yangmingshan is a laborer who makes a living from the sea of bamboo.
To explore the "poetry and far away" around you, there is often a sense of scripture, but also a casual. The meaning of the sutra is piety and cutting through thorns, and inadvertently it is joy and carelessness. "The spring in February is good, and the sun is getting longer and longer. The willow weeping golden house is warm, and the flowers are fragrant. Chanting the bright sentences on the Tang Dynasty Changsha kiln poetry pot, in the "Xiao Han", which is almost the coldest festival of the year, I came to Yangming Mountain, which looks at Hengyue in the north and nearly nine ridges in the south, and actually saw the beautiful sunset at the end of the sunset.
Look in the footsteps of the Tang people to see the landscape
Yangming Mountain is a mountain in Yongzhou, the "source of Xiaoxiang", "the morning sun is out, and the mountain is clear, Yangming Mountain is also". Although it is "beautiful and nine ridges", perhaps because of its "desolate hundred miles", it has not left a celebrity anecdote that is commensurate with its beauty. Even Sima Liu Zongyuan of Yongzhou only reluctantly hurried past and did not climb the mountain in the eighth year of Tang Xianzongyuan and the eighth year (813), and if people visit the landscape of Yongzhou today, they will first go to the more inhabited and more developed Jiuling Mountain.
To say that Liu Zongyuan reluctantly passed through Yangming Mountain is not an exaggeration. Although he was in the "Yuan and Zhongxing" period, his personal encounters did not change, and after this year of Yangmingshan, it coincided with a great drought, and he did not believe in ghosts and gods, as a subordinate, he could only go to the Huang Shrine with Yongzhou Assassin Shi Weizhong to ask for rain, which was naturally not his wish. But even so, he still saw and felt the beauty of the landscape of Yangming Mountain, so the "Nine Records of Yongzhou" in his "Journey to Huangxi", just like his extraordinary skill in writing scenes, the beauty of the strange show is fascinating.
I followed the footsteps of the Tang people, but it was my wish to come to Yangming Mountain. So even though it wasn't the best time, I saw more beautiful scenes than expected.
Running in the direction of the main peak with an altitude of 1625 meters, the water passes through the mountain, and I walk around the mountain. "The stones are majestic, the mountains are facing the current, if the chin is dirty", walking through the Yangming Mountains, there is no mountain that is not a warning sign with falling rocks, and the road around the mountain frequently sees the rubble that seems to have just fallen. However, I carry the favorite, burn the most joyful, and my heart only runs with the motor, but I am also extremely determined.
Maybe it's too cold, it's dusk, and the mountain road is rough and winding, and there are only a few cars that happen to be there along the way, and I don't dare to completely relax. Nor did I see a single tourist, except for the craftsmen who made a living from bamboo. At this time, the temperature should be below zero, when I get off the car to take pictures, often less than 1 minute, the hands are frozen, but those who live on the bamboo sea in the mountains, as if they do not know the season and temperature, calmly and idly handle bamboo, not hurried, according to various processes, orderly classification. Although I was touched and respected, I felt that the warm greeting at this time was a kind of disturbance, just as "deep and silent" is a deep "sound" in Liu Zongyuan's eyes. The figure of these laborers is also a scenery, and I silently stop to salute, make a simple record, and then quietly leave.
Rime and rhododendrons are not yet the most beautiful
Yangming Mountain seems to be more suitable for spring and Jingming seasons to see, so the Changsha kiln poetry says that "February spring is good", and in a day, it is more in line with its name to go to see the morning sun. When I came here, it was twilight, still trying to move forward before dark.
Perhaps always walking with a pious heart without limits, the landscape often gives me some unexpected praise. This trip is not a long holiday with plenty of time, rime is not the most beautiful time that is remembered by the scenery photographer, nor is it the season when azaleas are full of wild flowers.
But the whole Yangming Mountain seems to have been chartered by me, allowing me to enjoy tens of thousands of acres of well-preserved primeval forest, and a sense of ancient and modern, heaven and earth leisurely, suddenly emerged.
How to walk freely? Appreciate the landscape, go through life, do you want to pursue inaction or do you have to do it? The first Nguyen of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest is "when he drives alone, not by the path, the tracks are poor, and he weeps and weeps.". His intentions were dashing and casual, but in the eyes of the world, who is often sad and anxious, he is not a very good label.
But in the coordinates of time and space such as "the sun is poor", I saw the magnificent sunset and the forest that seemed to be a fantasy dream. When I finally arrived at Wanshou Temple, just when the temple gate was locked, it was indistinguishable whether there was the largest community of yellow and yew in South China in the mountain, and how many wild species of rhododendrons were uncountable, and I did not even have time to find out whether there were any precious relics in the temple that was built in the Song Dynasty. This is conducive to saving just the extra effort, with a minimalist gaze, focusing on and purely appreciating the spectacle that nature's magic pen inadvertently presents.
Xiao Han is still in the clouds before the sun sets on this day, like a farewell to the poet who can't bear to say goodbye, it puts the most brilliant enthusiasm and light, gilds the clouds with several sections of shining golden edges, the border is sharp, the warm color is softly gradient in the cold tone, and continues to project an infinitely affectionate beam of light, which is extremely eye-catching in the blue-gray sky at dusk. The beam lit a soft light, and the mountains and forests under the clouds were drowsy, as if doing a fantasy dream.
The best walking and harvesting is like this. Beauty is everywhere, beauty is actually unlimited, not only in the mountains and rivers, but also in the heart, not the first choice for everyone, unique in our place.
Text, Photo/Creek (Columnist, Illustrator, Photographer)
【Source: Xiaoxiang Morning News】
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