In Yunnan, smaller stones are embarrassed to say that they are stones. The first time I heard about "Boulder Village", I thought, how big must that stone be to be called a "boulder"? How many boulders do you need to be called a "boulder village"?
Follow me.
It is better to hear than to see it with your own eyes.
1. Buddha palm cliff, incense burner peak
From Kunming to Fumin, the highway is half an hour; from Fumin County, take the Fu'an Highway, go up the Mantis River, reach the Shi staircase hydropower station, turn right along the dam for two kilometers, is the legendary Boulder Village.
Standing on the road, I saw a stone arch with three big words on it, "Megalithic Village". A slope flanked by grassy grasses, in the grass, the yellow thousand-petaled lotus flowers bloom solemnly.
The thousand-petaled lotus, also known as the earth spring golden lotus, does not fall into the king kong, is a native plant in Yunnan.
For some reason, when I see a thousand-petaled lotus, I always have a different feeling. Is this a lotus that blooms in front of the Buddha? The yellow petal-like leaves are not the flowers of the thousand-petal lotus, but the small, banana-like flowers at the axils of the leaves are the real flowers of the thousand-petaled lotus.
Closer to the details, the yellow, delicate little flowers, tenderly hidden under the care of the leaves. The breeze blows, and the tip of the nose is haunted by a delicate fragrance.
I have been familiar with the thousand-petaled lotus since I was a child. Grandma said that this is the life-saving flower of bodhisattva grace blooming in the human world. The people worked in the fields and cut their hands, and the flower buds could stop the bleeding; the flower buds could be picked and dried during the flowering period and could be used for medicine; the fresh stem juice was squeezed, which could be used to clear alcohol poisoning and grass poisoning; in the hungry years, the branches were into the vegetables and could also be fed.
The lotus flower in my memory opened from the mouth of my grandmother's village to the back of my cousin's house; from the foot of The Foot Mountain, to the front of Huating Temple. Now I'm here, every step of the way, and the side of the body is full of thousand petals of lotus flowers. Between the low eyebrows, the sound of bodhi baba, the sound of wooden fish, and light smoke flashed in my mind.
Deng Hong photography
Entering the gate of the village, I looked up and saw a cliff with a strange posture. Looking closely, this cliff resembles a palm that is chanting the Buddha's trumpet with one hand.
"This is the Cliff of the Buddha," and the common people are also called Palm Rock." A friend who is traveling with me introduced.
Legend has it that when Shakyamuni Buddha traveled in all directions, he passed by the mantis river that meandered and flowed, felt that the scenery was beautiful and the climate was suitable, and could not help but chant the Buddha's trumpet, and slapped it at will, and then continued to travel around the world. This palm gives birth to all things, and it is originally red earth covering the bare earth, slowly growing grass, thorns, large trees, and slowly growing a cliff. The longer this cliff grows, the more it resembles the palm of a one-handed trumpet chanting the Buddha's trumpet.
I looked at this palm from a distance, the sun of LiQiu was still warm, but in my heart, there was a coolness.
As the crowd climbed the stairs, the vines rose and the rocks were rugged, step by step. Breathe in the fresh air, faintly, and give birth to some happy mood. Caves in the mountains are everywhere, boulders are towering, and as long as you have a heart, you will always see something different.
Walk through a cave, crouch at the entrance of the cave, and look back at the light, like a peacock's head and falcon? I don't know if the peacock princess is here, waiting for hundreds of years until it becomes a fossil. Is she waiting for the handsome and brave prince to summon Shu Tun?
Passing through a long narrow valley, they said, this is called The Fragrance Canyon, the oldest fragrant tree, hundreds of years old.
"Look, this is incense burner peak." The companions shouted. The incense burner peak, like all the incense burners in the world, is inconspicuous. What it is doing silently is nothing more than a vessel, filled with mortal sorrows and tears, filled with mortal blessings and prayers, and then through a mysterious, unknown passage to the compassionate bodhisattvas and Buddhas.
The incense burner peaks are round and flattened, and the swaying branches on the peaks are like smoke from the incense burner.
It is difficult for people in the world to ask for bodhisattvas, and bodhisattvas who have heard too much suffering and difficulty will they feel depressed? The reason why bodhisattvas are bodhisattvas, they transcend human emotions and let go of the seven emotions and six desires. They are our own gods, and even more so our gods. "The Buddha told Subhuti that in the land of Er, all sentient beings have several kinds of minds, such as coming to know." They are compassionate, they have a big belly, they save the suffering and the suffering. However, there are too many wishes that the world cannot ask for. One thought rises, one thought falls, one thought rises again, one thought does not fall, up and down, suffering from gain and loss, insatiable greed, always entangled, struggling.
I don't know why, I want to stand on the edge of the cliff and look for the feeling of flying in the blowing wind. I'm clearly not balanced and afraid of heights. I stood up. But I don't have wings, and there's no wind under my wings that can be lifted. Can I go a little further, reason tells me to stop, but the mind says, you can be fearless.
In the end, reason wins, do as you please, and that is something that can only be done in another dimension.
The breeze greets you, looking at the distant "Buddha Palm Cliff" and "Incense Burner Peak". I perceive, happiness, it's not just a little bit.
2, the sea of flowers, this sea of flowers
To gain a woman's favor is to send her a bouquet of flowers; to gain the favor of a group of women is to plant a sea of flowers for her. If there is no way to plant it yourself, then at least, you can take her and see the flowers once.
"Jushi Village" not only has strange mountains and cave grottoes, it also has more than 600 acres of land under development, and some of the land is full of flowers.
How do I describe it to you, this sea of flowers one after another. Well, let me tell you about that piece, no, a cosmos all the way, a pit, a valley.
After climbing the stone ladder and walking up a hillside, we were speechless. In front of us were cosmos squeezed along a dense hillside. I have had a dream many times, in which there are countless cosmoses, red, pink, white, five-colored, colorful, brocade-like, rainbow-like. There are countless colorful butterflies flying, but also red, pink, white, five-colored, colorful, brocade-like, rainbow-like. They mingled with each other, they flowed, they were bustling, they were bustling in my dreams.
The valley was silent, and I was the only one in heaven and earth. Cosmos is mine, butterflies are mine, bees are mine, white clouds are mine, blue skies are mine, and the whole world is mine. I don't have to pretend to be charitable, I don't have to force myself to share, I don't have to be talked about, I don't have to be urged, I don't have to be rejected. As I walked through the sea of flowers, I stroked each flower and breathed in their fragrance. I cherish every color, every blossom will rejoice, and every flower is worth remembering.
However, at this moment, the dreams that have been made, except for the butterflies, have been realized in front of the eyes.
I have seen many seas of flowers, lavender flowers, moon flowers, rose flowers, carnation flowers, and stars. They are neatly arranged, they are born to look like they are arranged, they leave too many step-by-step traces, leaving too many artificially carved flavors.
This sea of cosmos flowers is what I want it to be. It doesn't matter if the branches are high and shorter; the thick branches are thick, and the fine points don't matter; the light red is next to the bright red, the light pink is leaning on the white, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The smiling faces of the flowers are looking at the same sky, and the pursuit is the same sun. They are lively and lively, informal, innocent, open, so that from time to time in my heart inexplicably gushed a wave of inferiority, and also quietly brilliant.
The flower language of cosmos is pity for the people in front of you. Where are the flowers in front of you, thousands of flowers, the people in front of you? In the heart? In a dream? Maybe there is a kind of love in this world, and I love you silently, whether you see each other or not.
Eternal life and unspoken love, that is also a kind of cherishing.
Walking through the sea of cosmos flowers, you can see a variety of dahlias competing to open. When I was a child, there was a purple daisy under the window sill of my house, which was self-contained and usually unknown, only attracting my attention when it bloomed. Ordinary red bricks, simple glass windows, and the purple daisy made my ordinary home show a bit of a different taste.
The dahlia chrysanthemum sea in the boulder village has a beautiful flower shape, single petal, star, ball, peony and bald eagle, which is simply a museum garden of dahlia. The colors of dahlias are also very rich, red, orange, yellow, white, light red, dark purple, sprinkled with gold, and the flower basket mentioned when the goddess scatters flowers is nothing more than that.
Along the way, I saw some purple weed trees, too young to be old enough to bloom. But there are also long-planted, silently opened.
I have an indescribable affection for Ziwei Flower.
I once listened to the sound of wooden fish in a temple, and through the smoke, I secretly watched the trees and flowers. "The boy's delusions are gone now, but he loves to soak in the sunset." I wanted to get closer, but I couldn't; I wanted to see more clearly, but I couldn't reach it. I don't know if that wisp of smoke has a mission to keep me awake and keep me away.
Ziwei has always been a flower belonging to the temple, but today people have given it the flower language of "obsessive love". Have you ever been open, regardless of disregard. Don't want the result, don't want the process, don't want the inner gains and losses, earn and tie, just blindly indulge, sink. But you can't, temples and rivers and lakes, separated by the distance between heaven and earth.
Not all sadness can be relieved. What cannot be released, do not have to be forced, leave it to time. Today, ziwei has only a few flowers, and in time, they will surely occupy the entire hillside enthusiastically.
There is also a sea of golden plum blossoms in the boulder village, a golden one; a sea of sage flowers, which is a sea of purple; and a thousand-petaled lotus flower, they are all there, waiting for you to come.
3. Yunying Lake, Tianjing Lake
Almost at first sight, I fell in love with Yunying Lake.
The lake is only a line away from the sky, standing at the edge of the lake, as if you can reach out, you can touch the green mountains on the opposite side; the lake is quiet like a mirror, the reflection of the green mountains, green trees, white clouds, and blue sky, all into the mirror.
I looked around the lake, the cowherd with his cow. Presumably, the seven fairies went down to bathe, and it was such a beautiful lake. However, after a thousand years of white clouds, such fearless and unconditional love can only be left to the world's nostalgia.
The idiot sat on the other side of the lake, looking at the big tree by the lake, and the same quiet little houses by the lake.
They said that by the autumn, the tree had red leaves and changed color, and The Lake of Clouds and Shadows was another beautiful gesture.
It is said that there is a cave by the Lake of Yunying, and on winter mornings, a mist will emerge. The fog swirled and lingered, and the cloud shadow lake was like a dream, like a fairyland on earth. "It's better to see the mountains at the bottom of the mountain, and a pile of smoke can't afford it."
It seems that in addition to looking forward to the autumn of Yunying Lake, I am also looking forward to the winter of Yunying Lake.
Someone once asked what your favorite place was like.
I said, there are mountains and water, and there is heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth are eternal, and where you like, there are mountains and water, which is too simple.
And what I didn't say was that no matter where, no matter what kind of scenery, the place where he had my feelings was the place I liked. Later, everywhere I walked, there was no presence of him, life was caught off guard, and who dared to guarantee that I would always be with whom. Before it is too late to see through the cold and warmth of the human world, it has already tasted the vicissitudes of half a lifetime.
Yunying Lake is quiet and inclusive. Even if there are thousands of hardships and hardships, sitting quietly in the face of Yunying Lake, you will also let go of your fatigue and be quiet.
Tianjing Lake is at the top of the mountain, like a bowl of water above the boulder village. Standing by the lake, closer to the sky, I did not dare to stretch out my hand, for fear that if I reached out, I would offend the gods in the sky. This "Heavenly Mirror" may have been specially prepared for the gods and immortals in the sky, and there was a wind, and the lake surface did not frown calmly. The heart-shaped lake, the clear water of the lake, wordlessly tells the most moving language between heaven and earth.
It was a sunny day of the lake, the sun was warm, sitting under the big tree by the lake of cloud shadows, with his back against the trunk, borrowing a cool side. Shi Yun: "The water is bright and the sunny side is good", the cloud shadow lake on a sunny day, the white cloud and blue sky can be picked up. What about Yunying Lake on a rainy day? Presumably, the surface of the lake should be shrouded in a layer of rain and fog, like crying, but it should be a good scene like "the mountains are empty and rainy".
It is said that yunying lake and tianjing lake will change with the change of the four seasons, and the color of the trees will change, and the color of the lake will also be different. Much wish with my eyes, my heart, to retain these unique landscapes.
Overlooking the unknown mountain range opposite, the huge windmill that rotates unhurriedly at the top of the mountain reminds us of the passage of time, day and night.
Looking back at the scenery passed by, Buddha Palm Cliff, Incense Burner Peak, Fragrant Ridge, Peacock Mouth; looking back at the sea of flowers with drunken eyes, sage, cosmos, dahlia, goldenrod, purple weed flowers; looking back at the mood of floating clouds, there are so many happiness, but I don't know when to breed unwillingly, there are so many.
There are stones in the mountains, there are mountains in the stones, there are boulders in the mountains, and there are no caves. The boulders are like tamed beasts, and they are as majestic as elephants, for people to see. Boulder Village, Boulder in. This visit is nothing more than laying the groundwork for the next visit, the next visit.
Text / Xie Xiaoyu
Partial photo / Deng Hong