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Editor's note: From May 17th to 19th, 2024, the Shanxi Provincial Prose Literature Association held the "Love Gypsum Mountain" creation and collection activity, Shanxi prose writers walked into the gypsum mountain, felt the natural scenery of the gypsum mountain ecological scenic area, and experienced the humanistic style of harmony between man and nature. The WeChat public account platform of Shanxi Provincial Prose Literature Association will continue to promote these prose works to share the natural and cultural beauty of Gypsum Mountain with readers.
郁郁葱葱gypsum Mountain
Han Zhenyuan
Growing up in the plains where I can't find even a stone, I have revered the mountains since I was a child, and when I stand on the land of my hometown and look out, the Nakajo Mountain in the distance is always blue, and in summer, a faint white cloud floats on the mountainside, like a thin veil, and in winter, the top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the mountain moves. On a rainy day, Zhongtiao Mountain is invisible, the rain is clear, and accompanied by the blue sky and white clouds, it is still so blue, clear, transparent, faint, if the ink is smudged. When I was eighteen years old, at the turn of spring and summer, I sat on the donkey cart that pulled the stones, and walked towards Zhongtiao Mountain, the mountain color changed a little bit, first from azure to blue, as if in an instant, the background color of the mountain changed, from blue to dark green, and approached, the mountain was from head to toe, wearing a green body, with an expression, the mountain turned out to be like this. When you walk into the mountain, the cliff is erect, the hanging stone is uneven, the clear spring becomes a waterfall, the grass and trees are verdant, you are in it, you are relaxed and happy, and you are moved by the green of the mountain.
This is the first time I have walked into the mountain, and I have climbed many famous mountains in the future, and gradually understand a simple truth, strange peaks and mountains, strange rocks and rocks, of course, can make the mountains majestic and steep; Streams and waterfalls, of course, can make the valley ethereal and beautiful. If there is no lush green trees and green grass, it will be like a warrior without armor, and a fairy without clothes, how can it be majestic and majestic?
Recently, with the Shanxi Prose Literature Association wind collection group climbed the gypsum mountain, this feeling is deeper.
On majestic, on heritage, gypsum mountain can not be compared with Mount Tai; On the steep, on the culture, can not be compared with Huashan, if on the verdant, on the Lingxiu, then do not lose any famous mountain. Approaching the gypsum mountain, not waiting to be climbed, the green all over the mountains and fields first pounced into the eyelids, which was a kind of green full of eyes, a complete green. As far as the eye can see, there are no rocks, no loess, with the academic term - vegetation, is no longer enough to express the verdant gypsum mountain, and I accidentally found a few bare rocks, but it is the green that sets off the plants, the mountains are still mountains, and they are still strange and towering, but the rocks retreat as a foil, and the green trees are the protagonists.
Walking along the valley, the cliffs on both sides are dangerous, or blocked in front of you, or hanging overhead, only to feel the existence of mountain rocks, but your eyes are still attracted by the green trees. Trees with different postures, or towering at the bottom of the valley, or sideways on the cliff, or lying on the rocks, with different postures and different expressions, you look at her, she also looks at you, the sun is shining, the green leaves are brilliant, shaking in the wind, as if they will smile heartily.
Among the many green trees, the first thing that attracted me was the most inconspicuous yellow elm tree, which is an ordinary tree that can no longer be ordinary, with a slender trunk and soft branches, but it grows upwards unyieldingly, as if insisting on breaking free from the oppression of the cliff and following the sun towards the sky. As a result, there is more persistence, less side-by-side obliqueness, showing vigor with slenderness, and tenacity with softness.
Connoisseurs look at the age of the tree, and generally need to cut down the tree to see the growth ring. There is no need to be so troublesome to see the age of the yellow elm tree, every twist, every tilt, every fork of the trunk is a season of life, a struggle with wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The wind in the valley is strong, the slope is crooked, there is no wind, it is straight up, the rain is abundant, a few inches longer, the weather is dry and rainy, it is a few points less. The trunk of the tree has bends in different directions and different lengths and knots. What attracts them the most is the sunshine, working hard, growing tenaciously, and letting the sun shine on every leaf, which is a lifelong pursuit. Also try to avoid the cliffs, the abrupt rocks are not terrible, but can block the sun, if you are unfortunate to grow next to the cliffs, get up, bend your waist, stretch out your arms, avoid the cliffs, to soak up the sun.
A mountain stream is bubbling and flowing, adding a bit of ethereal to the valley, the stones in the stream are oblique, vertical and horizontal, if the chaotic soldiers, if the beasts, if the oblique few, if the square pier, can not be named. A big stone lies on the edge of the stream, the stream water hollows out the sand under the stone, the big stone hangs in the air, it is precarious, it is about to roll down into the stream, but I see a green tree in front of the big stone, the roots under the stone are entangled, the trunk on the stone is sideways, the tree is bouldering, the stone leans on the tree, the tree and the stone are so intimate, look closely, it is a delicate yellow elm tree.
Amazing also pine and cypress. Gypsum Mountain gathers almost all the pine and cypress species in the north, and the pine trees include larch, tabuliformis, tower pine, and whitebark pine. Cypress trees include arborvitae, dragon cypress, tabhiber, and cypress. On a cliff, the gray and yellow rocks wrinkled with hopeless thirst, hanging like a dry riverbed over the cliff. A few cypress trees grew out of the cracks in the stones, their rough and cracked branches stretched horizontally and bent, dotted with green marks, outlining the vicissitudes of life. A black root breaks through the rock, embedded in the broken wall, twisted and coiled, like a dragon, unknowingly withered into a fossil, showing mankind the long history of life, or tenaciously alive, to climb up, to nourish the cypress on the top of the cliff. The whole cliff seems to be the background of the roots, inlaid with specimens of life, engraved with fearless spirit. I didn't expect that the roots of those small cypresses on the cliffs were so deep and so long, that they should have more than ten times the body of the tree.
This should be the cliff cypress, in the precipice, fearless, calm, can not see the majesty, but has a kind of momentum, high, tiger on the dragon, in the loneliness to show arrogance.
The mountain road is winding and winding. A pine tree that is not more than a foot tall swaying in the wind between the cracks in the stones, thin stems, weak branches, I don't know how many years it has grown. Looking at the growth position, I can't help but sigh for the tenacity of his life. On a boulder, a crack was opened that was not easy to finger, and one day, maybe the wind blew, maybe the snow was flying, the pine trees on the cliff were swaying, the birds in the air were flying and circling, and the pine nuts fell and fell into the gap. Later, the fine soil brings nutrients, the rain brings water, and the pine nuts germinate, peeking out of the cracks and growing into tiny and delicate trees. I stroked this young pine and sighed, it turned out that the green pine between the gaps grew up like this, and I don't know how many severe cold and heat it will have to go through to grow into a towering tree.
A cluster of chaotic trees grows chaotically among the stone nests under the cliff, and the side escapes obliquely, which is actually the famous dragon descending wood. A few years ago, a friend came from out of town and gave me a wooden stick, which is slender, shuttled, smooth and tough, and said that it is a dragon wood, which can drive away poison and evil spirits, and can also prevent oneself. I didn't expect the dragon tree that grew in the mountains to be like this, the thin branches are like wattles, like an octopus, too inconspicuous, but because of the branch-like tree, it was given several nice aliases - tassel tree, six daozi, and knotted wood. In folklore, the heroine Mu Guiying once used the dragon descending wood to break the heavenly gate array. This deciduous shrub, which is committed to the stone nest on the cliffside, is regarded as a sacred tree and becomes a kind of lucky tree, a legendary tree. It seems that trees, like people, care more about their origin, their appearance, and their growing environment, and if they can play a role in a certain occasion, even if it is a legend, they can also be favored.
Human beings always think about the use of nature, especially trees, whether to make furniture, wheels, beams, wooden boats, whether it has practical value or ornamental value. Trees will have the trouble of pulling out their roots and hurting their roots, and they will be plagued by ointment and broken joints. In fact, trees are born without caring what they are used for, the moment they grow out of the mountains, there is a free soul, whether they are facing wind, rain, thunder and lightning, frost and snow, or being on the side of the stream, the cliffs and rocks, they are all growing in their own way, whether they are beautiful or curved and low, they all come from nature, maybe they cover the mountain, it is called vegetation, or it may shade the sun, causing shade in a place. The slender branches of the yellow elm, the peeling elm python-like trunk, the wrinkled and rolled bark of the Liaodong oak, and the eye-like scars of the birch tree all record the course of life and show a unique personality. Only people with wonderful ideas can self-righteously read things beyond the life of trees, and I and the men and women who collected the wind this time are such people.
Knowing this, I still want to explore the mystery of the trees, walk through the coolness of the valley bottom, and climb the twists and turns of the mountain path. We boarded the cable car again and overlooked the mountains and forests from above, like starting a journey on the treetops, a voyage between the trees. The green trees cover the mountain, and the green trees should be lush and arrogant, and the clusters of green should be small trees one after another. A bay of blue lake water flashes, connecting the emerald green peaks, several red-walled temples show the cornices and corners, and the verdant mountains seem to have a charm, very beautiful, very vivid, and very mysterious. I'm wondering, if the green tree has a soul, at this moment, has it become a tree demon wood charm, green clothes fluttering, long hair shawl, light and agile, flying under the blue sky and white clouds.
If the trees at the bottom of the valley are pleasing to the eye, the trees on the cliffs make people sigh, and the primeval forest is intoxicating. The primeval forest of gypsum mountain is a green ocean, located between the lofty mountains and mountains, inaccessible places, regardless of the situation, not afraid of ditches and cliffs, there is no disaster of axe and saw, and there is no worry about breaking the root. The wind blows, the trees move, and they rattle, singing happy songs or whispering. In it, I can't help but sigh, looking up at the green pines upright, you can know why the big trees are towering to the sky, listen to the birch swaying gently, you can know how the mountain wind destroys the wood, see the miscellaneous trees covering the sky and the sun, the birds singing on it, the animals running under it, the wild flowers show in the middle, the clear spring runs through it, you can know what is the natural primitive realm.
A friend tore his throat and howled like a wolf, his voice hoarse and piercing, breaking the silence of the forest, and a few birds flew leisurely into the depths of the dense forest. I laughed, came here, breathed in the pure air, enjoyed the greenery, preferably like a squirrel or a hare, and became a forest animal, silenced and silenced, even the footsteps should be gentle, and not to make a little noise, so as not to disturb the silence of the green trees. Even if, as Zhuangzi said, it is a sin to wander and lie down at ease, and it is better to leave as soon as possible and let the primeval forest remain completely primitive.
Coming with a longing, Tao Ran after it, quietly left, looking back, Lin Tao reckless, surrounded by green leaves, the mountain peaks are dressed in green, standing silently, majestic and beautiful, there is another charm.
About the Author
Han Zhenyuan, a native of Linyi, Shanxi, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the vice president of the Shanxi Prose Literature Association. His novels and prose works have been selected by various publications such as "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Xinhua Digest", "Selected Novellas", "Selected Essays", "Essays (Overseas Edition)" and other publications, and have been selected as annual anthologies for many times. He has more than ten books such as "Home by the Yellow River", "Apple and Woman", "Looking Back at the Ancients", "The Good of Qin and Jin", "Ancient Journey", "Pei's in the World" and other works, and has won many awards such as Guo Moruo's Prose Essay Award and Zhao Shuli Literary Award.