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029 寄全柒山中道士
Wei Yingwu
Today, the county is cold, and the mountain guests are missing;
At the bottom of the stream, he came back to boil the white stone.
If you want to hold a scoop of wine, comfort the wind and rain;
落叶满空山， 何处寻行迹。
【Autumn whispers of friends in the mountains】
Early this morning, in the official residence, I felt a chill that was different from usual. The coldness does not seem to originate from the gloom of the autumn wind, but quietly rises from the bottom of my heart, with a deep concern for the Taoist friends in the mountains. Suddenly, his figure jumped in front of him: under the deep valley, he was bending down to collect thorn wood, and when he returned, he was in a simple dwelling, quietly cooking white stones, which was a daily portrayal of his transcendent and monastic nature.
At this moment, how I longed to hold a pot of turbid wine, cross the long mountain road, and send him a warm comfort from the world on a stormy night. However, this picture can only be imagined, and the mountain path has been thickly covered with fallen leaves, and the eyes are full of autumn colors intertwined with gold and maroon. The falling leaves seem to whisper, telling of the silence of the mountains and the change of seasons, and they pave a traceless path that makes it impossible to trace the whereabouts of the hermit.
In this autumn breezy day, I sent my thoughts to the Taoist friends in the mountains, although I could not be there in person, but let my thoughts cross the mountains and mountains to reach the quiet mountain forest. I think he may be in the thatched house, the fire reflecting his tranquil face, the white stone slowly releasing fresh air in the kettle, and outside the window, the wind and rain gently beat the bamboo leaves, corresponding to the sound of his piano. Such a picture, although it was conceived in my heart, was extremely real, as if I could hear the ethereal music echoing in my ears through the mountain mist.
The cold at this moment is no longer just the temperature of the body, but the yearning for that transcendent life, and the pity for the lonely figure of friends. Although the leaves are full of empty mountains and it is difficult to find his tracks, I know that he is there, breathing with nature and practicing with the years. And I, in this noisy corner of the world, through words, across the distance, send him an autumn greeting and deep respect.
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