Author: Weeds
The Lion Rock in my hometown is not well known, and only the people around me are more familiar with it. It is only two or three miles away from Lion Mountain, and a mountain called Zhaizi Mountain is much more famous than Lion Mountain, because of what, it turns out that Zhaizi Mountain has a beautiful legend.
Legend has it that in ancient times, in order to encourage his descendants to work hard, a rich man hid the silver in his family somewhere in the Zhaizi Mountain, saying that in the future, when he encountered difficulties, he could dig out the silver to save the emergency. So, according to this legend, later generations made a ballad: "Pot Cover Pot, Eighteen Pots". If anyone wants to dig out eighteen pots of silver, he can make a fortune and become rich overnight.
And Lion Rock doesn't even have a legend, I just don't know what's going on, but the ancestors have called this mountain Lion Rock, Lion Rock is not too high, it's just an ordinary mountain, inconspicuous, there is nothing special at all, except for the locals, outsiders don't know what the lion is not Lion Rock.
If you have to find out some characteristics or characteristics, and search for dry intestines, it seems that you can't find any famous halls. A few decades ago, on one side of the slope of Lion Rock, bare, is the so-called male slope, many people are grazing sheep on the slope to cut grass, the male slope is a little strange, obviously very sunny, but a few trees have not grown, the bare male slope is in the shape of a ladder, the ladder-shaped slope is covered with a plant called silk thatch, and the silk thatch is not necessarily dense and abundant. In the season of silk thatch flowering, the white flowers like a small tail swayed in the wind, like a small white wave ups and downs, so that I was surprised and reluctant to give up when I was young and had never seen the world.
The stamens of silk thatch are a good choice, and the thatch root is chewed in the mouth, and the sweet silk is endlessly aftertasted. The stamens of the silk thatch can also be enjoyed as a snack, and the friends each smoke a large handful, peel off the outer layer of turf and put it in the mouth to chew, soft and glutinous, often listen to the old people, the stamens of the silk thatch can also treat nosebleeds. There is also a plant called wild mint mixed with silk thatch, pinch a plant in your hand and rub it a few times, put it under your nose and smell it, suddenly feel refreshed, relaxed, not only wild mint, but also plants such as elm thistle, often, children have a headache brain fever, eat bad stomach, basically do not need to go to the hospital, mom old man go to Lion Rock to find some herbs, you can be cured, it is healthy and green, absolutely harmless!
Decades have passed quietly. Nowadays, there are many fewer silk thatchs on Lion Rock, and many plants along with silk thatch, such as elm and thistle, are now almost extinct, leaving only one memory!
Lion Rock is still the same, lying there silently, watching this situation with cold eyes, and the situation is unpredictable. Lion Rock used to be very lively, people worked the mountain, sowed crops, harvested grain, filled their stomachs, all year round, almost every day there were people on the mountain activities, even if there was no farm work to do, people also herded sheep and cattle on the Lion Rock, because it was a public slope, and no one interfered.
In addition to herding sheep and cattle, people also collect firewood and grass on the mountain, and Lion Rock is extremely generous, raising the simple people around it for generations. On the other hills, there are abundant and dense mountain grasses, miscellaneous trees, mountain grass is the treasure in people's hearts, not only to build houses, but also to make firewood for cooking. As for the use of trees, nature is more extensive, so there is no need to talk about it.
The mountain behind the Lion Rock has an ancient road halfway up the waist, known as the East Road. Dongda Road is paved with bluestone slabs, and under the sunset, it reveals the ancient vicissitudes of history and traces of time. The children play on the bluestone slabs on the East Road, play various games with the characteristics of that era, and every time they see the sunset, they will naturally think of the many stories told by the old man about the East Road, which are particularly long and deep.
There is an ancient tomb on the west side of Lion Rock, which gives people an incomparably rich imagination space. A local person with a big surname said that this is his family's ancestral grave. This side of the Lion Rock slope, also known by many people as a certain grave mountain, the descendants of the big surname said that this tomb buried his ancestors on a big official, the big official is a Ming Dynasty person, the identity is prominent, but later the emperor cut off the head, the descendants buried this official on the Lion Rock, since then the side of the hill where the big official is buried, it is called a certain grave mountain by the locals.
This so-and-so grave mountain is quite famous, if you say Lion Rock in the local area, many people may not know, if you mention so-and-so grave mountain, many people will suddenly realize. Oh, yes, yes, remember, remember, so-and-so's grave?
These are naturally the rhetoric of the big surname, as for whether it is true or not, false or not, no one cares, no one cares, regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, a cow's tail, anyway, it is to cover a cow's butt, everyone can live their own lives, don't eat at home, manage the group, not to mention that they can't get the light, they can't get any benefits, why bother to investigate the truth and falsehood, right and wrong?
The front of the Lion Rock is more special, relatively steep, there is not even a buffer platform, on the steep side of the mountain, overgrown with dense mountain grass, the mountain grass plants are almost more than half a meter, some people who feed cattle and sheep are particularly jealous of the fresh and tender mountain grass on the red mountain, and always take advantage of the evening to sharpen the sickle to steal the mountain grass. There is a certain risk of stealing mountain grass, after all, these mountain grasses belong to private individuals, that is to say, this is someone else's slope land, which is the so-called forest right after the right was later confirmed.
The owner of the hillside knew that many people were working on the idea of mountain grass. When it was dark, I went up the hillside to inspect it, and once I found that someone was stealing the mountain grass, I stood on the top of the hillside, condescendingly threw down mud and stones, and frightened those who stalked the thatched grass (everyone called the stolen grass and grass hanging the thatched crown) into a cry of surprise.
The people on the hillside don't intend to hurt the person who hangs the thatched crown, just bluff to scare and scare, everyone looks up and doesn't see the person who looks down, it's really not necessary.
When I was very young, I knew that there was a particularly mysterious cave on the front of Lion Rock, which was particularly fascinating and imaginative.
I have heard my mother say for a long time that this cave is a barbarian cave, which is the place where the ancient barbarians dug and lived. There are dried yellow eels (snakes) and ghost children in the cave, and there are some ancient and strange things, you must not climb up without authorization, smell it, and your heart is extremely frightened. After being frightened, I clearly had the urge to find out what was going on to see if what my mother said was true.
Finally reached the age of going to school, ignorant and fearless, I and a few friends of the same age made an appointment to climb to the cave, to see what to see, to find out. Careful, careful, careful, on the body, on the hands, scratched the skin, drenched in blood beads, the heart was both nervous and apprehensive, with great effort, several children climbed halfway up the mountain, climbed into the mysterious and yearning hole.
The area of the cave is almost the size of a hall, the height is not more than one meter, an adult may have to lower the head case, or you have to touch the top of the head, a thick layer of fine sand in the hole, it is very comfortable to step on, there seems to be a small platform above the ground on the side, the children make up their brains, think that this is the stove of the barbarian, in fact, they can't see the reason at all, just listen to the old man of the mother said that the barbarian once lived in the cave. I had a preconceived idea that this was a stove for barbarians to make a fire and cook.
There is a thick crack in the hole, looking at it is shocking, I don't know where it leads, and I heard that there are snakes and ghosts in the cave, for a while, it does make people feel a little cold, after all, it is a child, after a while, I am very curious, I looked around, and finally came to the conclusion that there are indeed traces of human activity in the cave, and it is not the ancients who are today's human beings, when I think of the human beings who have been active in the cave today, I suddenly became bold, and one or two happily played in the cave for a long time.
With the first experience, in the following days, often three or five children, climbed the cave halfway up the Lion Rock together, and even skipped school and a few children with not very good grades, left school together, ran several miles to the Lion Rock, climbed the cave halfway up the mountainside, hid in the cave to play poker, smoked paper cigarettes, played forgetful, forgot the time, forgot the years, forgot to go home for dinner, so angry that the old man's face was blue and black, the old man waved the yellow wattle strips, and beat the ass wildly, crying dad and mother, and crying wolf howling in pain.
Since then, the cave has become a dream, and only in the dream will you step into the cave to play poker, smoke, get carried away, forget the time, forget the years. Forget the teacher, forget the homework. The Cave has really just become a legend.
Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and many earth-shattering changes have taken place in the world. The cave of Lion Rock has long been flooded with weeds and trees, and perhaps because it is too familiar, or it has long been indifferent and numb by the polish of time. For many times, there is no awareness of Lion Rock in my heart, and I completely ignore Lion Rock and the wild cave halfway up Lion Rock.
Time flies, these years, Lion Rock has basically been forgotten, although it is a not too spacious cement road at its feet, people come and go every day, but no one stops to look at Lion Rock, talk about the liveliness of Lion Rock back then, as well as the generosity of Lion Rock, and the joy that the cave brings to children. Today, the land on the Lion Rock has been completely abandoned, and the abandoned land is overgrown with strange and miscellaneous plants.
It is a certain grave mountain that is regarded as the ancestral grave by a local family with a big surname, a few years ago, because of the construction of a highway, it was also moved to an unknown place, and since then, a certain grave mountain no longer exists, leaving only a legend, or in a few years, even the legend will also disappear and will be forgotten.
The highway tore off a piece of the southern slope of Lion Rock, and the pale stones were exposed on the roadside slope, silently telling the vicissitudes of the years, the rights and wrongs of the past and present.
Some people say that if the Lion Rock is torn apart, it must be very painful, and it must be crying, right? I thought that how could the tenacious and tenacious Lion Rock cry? She must be roaring, she must be roaring!
Who cares about the roar of the Lion Rock, the roar of the Lion Rock! In this world, the vast majority of people are shrewd people, and they all understand that pretending to be deaf and dumb, pretending to be crazy and stupid, and silence is golden, and it is enshrined as a golden rule and a philosophy of life!
Lion Rock is still the same, I don't know if the cave has also changed, after all, time flies, the vicissitudes of time, everything has changed, the sun, moon and stars, ever-changing, how can the cave not change!
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