Rare Sunday leisure, and on the occasion of the establishment of the Prose Creation Committee of the Pingyi County Writers Association and the collection of style creation activities, a group of more than ten people marched towards the depths of Bishan Mountain with a heart.
First arrive at Untaki Villa, the manor is as beautiful as the name, and the hospitable host has made tea and waited for the guests. Sitting in the mountain hut, tasting the caryophyllus tea picked by the master, listening to the literary friends talk about literature and poetry, the dreamy feeling that is far away from the hustle and bustle, let people have the leisurely and leisurely of returning to the mountain and picking chrysanthemums on the eastern fence!
Pick up the steps, walk around, let the wind blow in all directions to mess up the hair, look up, the blue sky, lined with large clouds, let people empty their mood, throw away the worldly distractions, the red dust world seems to be far away from me, and I seem to be getting lighter and lighter, floating into the leisurely cloud on the edge of the sky, reaching out to really feel the clouds next to me, soft, let people melt their hearts, with the shyness of the first love girl. The warmth of the summer heat seems to have faded, giving people the illusion of autumn high and refreshing, no, the feeling of the wind blowing through the ears is clearly the spring breeze blowing on the face, and the blush is shy. The four seasons in this mountain are not as distinct as in the city, otherwise there will be a sentence of "April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom", and the mountains are always a hot place to cool off.
Lingering inside and outside the villa, a skirt flew over, holding up the palm of the spread, let the wind run wild from the fingers, take a deep breath, revel in this green mountains and green waters, blue sky forest and sea, full of green, pepper aroma refreshing spleen, cicadas and birds fluttering the sound of wings, so that the eyes, ears, nose can be relaxed, no wonder all say that the environment can heal, this sensory intoxication, but is not a good medicine to heal the soul?
I heard that there is a Zixia reading stone here, wading through the mountains and looking at it, and sighing that such a quiet place is really suitable for self-cultivation and reading. Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the inside is open and flat, and the green grass makes us have the admiration of the grassland, so we take photos and take photos to linger!
Look at the various fruits and vegetables grown by people in the mountains, there are hawthorns as green as their first love, there are mountain chestnuts with unrestrained burrs, there are walnuts with green fists, green and red apples, cucumbers and rice beans climbing on the loofah rack, as well as persimmons, small melons, peppers, eggplant, beans, pumpkins... Idle sketched all summer. I have always wanted to have a courtyard and a garden, and I envied the whole countryside and the whole mountain. After a while, the nature of these mountains and wildernesses becomes a delicious lunch, a variety of wild vegetables and vegetables, and a few large pots of rice stewed in the wood fire, so that the tip of the tongue and taste buds are also satisfied.
After dinner, continue to visit the depths of the mountains. Li Jia Stone House, a simple and unpretentious but also fresh ancient village, is also an educational base for red culture, and a place where revolutionary workers once fought and lived. Looking at the characteristic stone houses on both sides of the road, listening to the sound of the splashing of the stream, you are trance-like and close to the inside of the paradise. Wearing a simple straw hat made of willow branches by Wenyou, sitting on a large rock and squinting at the clouds cirrusing the clouds in the sky, the color of the rainbow changing, or crouching by the stream to feel the cool mountain spring, comfortable to make the sun shine more brilliantly.
In the evening, I did not give up, waved goodbye to the green mountains, did not take away a cloud, but quietly put the ethereal into the pocket. On the way back, I went to see the sea of lilies, which was a fairy sprinkled on the world, a dream of pink, a dazzling yellow, a warmth of red, a purity of white, and under the background of the blue sky and white clouds, this sea was immersed in the tenderness of a woman's heart. We ran among the flowers, in circles, as if the elves were dancing, and everyone lived in a sea in their hearts, some like this lily was brilliant, some like the mountains were silent!
Steal a day of idleness.
Returning to my homeland, shouting for Bao to eat, returning to the life of a chicken feather, I was thinking, isn't life like this, half fireworks, half wind and moon, there is the symphony of pots and pans, there are also fascinating poems and far away.
About the author: Gong Lingxia (pen name: mortal rain), member of the Pingyi County Writers Association, female, born in 1981, undergraduate, joined the work in 2005, teacher, usually like to write, often use the pen in his hand to write some of the feelings in life, are the bits and pieces of life, mainly prose and poetry, mostly some delicate small emotions, believe in the family is the smallest country, the country is tens of millions, every family is warm and happy, the country will prosper. "Honeysuckle Feelings" won the second prize of the Municipal Flower Essay, the anti-epidemic essay "Spring Festival Feeling" held by the County Xinhua Bookstore won the second prize, and the County Staff Cup Book Xiang 38 Essay "Afterglow Around the Beam, Fragrant Room" won the Excellence Award.
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