Prose | Liu Xiangdong: White Stone Mountain Residence

Text/Liu Xiangdong

The composition is also strange, for some familiar things, even personal experience, day and night thinking, cutting continuously, rationalizing and chaos, wanting to write into words, it is very difficult; and for some things that are in a trance across the mountain and water, suddenly faced, suddenly have feelings, feelings, realizations, lifting the pen, and smoothly becoming a chapter. Honestly speaking, this article is derived from the ugly autumn moon, looking back, it is destiny, poetry and thought, come and go, hereby remembered.

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Baishi Mountain Residence, originally a group of buildings in a small town in central China, in my opinion, it is synonymous with the town.

First sight of the white stone mountain residence, stone que, broad head, old wind bone, new atmosphere, calm, comfortable. Suddenly inside the door, the Libi Square and the central axis are regulated, showing cultural etiquette. Looking around, Shenwei Avenue, Surabaya Famous Hall, Supreme Goodness; Dingtai Palace (also known as Holiday Inn Central China) is huge, sitting north and facing south, Xueji Hall (a large business conference center that can accommodate 6,000 people) echoes with the matching Baidu Restaurant. And this is only the prelude, not a secondary or more important building in the courtyard, trying to avoid the unobstructed view, in the roundabout, unfolding in the middle of the march. Behind the invisible Dingtai Palace, is the VIP building, Zhuli Pavilion, the VIP building is expensive in the exquisite, according to the mountain, the reception of honorable virtuousness, the Bamboo Pavilion winding paths, Maolin Xiuzhu, as a delicate leisure and heart of the business club, can meet the unattainable, if you know the heart, play the piano to drink, wait for the bright moon to take care of, but also for the choice. This courtyard-style group layout, with distinctive characteristics, has a rare artistic appeal, at least aroused my unattainable anticipation, feeling excitement and excitement.

Luckily, I stayed at Dingtai Palace, my room 305, and the west window and the Matsukaze Hall looked at each other. As a palace, it is not a palace or a religious place, but a bearing place for the Baishi Mountain Residence lifestyle. Songfeng Hall is composed of The Return Hall, the Guisi Hall, the GuiYin Hall, and the Wanxia Hall, which is a group of courtyard buildings with the style of the royal palace. Counting again, counting again, there are ninety-nine pine trees in front of the museum, and if it is not man-made, it must be Providence. And to the front of the Songfeng Hall, the stand foundation is high, the column beam structure is tall, with ulterior motives, directly chasing the Han Dynasty architecture, the roof is similar to the Han Dynasty, it is also straight, unlike the Method of Adjusting the Height of the Melon Pillar or Hump under each layer of small beams after the North and South Dynasties, forming a concave arc level, so that the slope of the cornice becomes gentle, giving people a feeling of heaven. A child looked up and said, Isn't this a Japanese-style building? Children are still young, do not know that the indirect evidence of the characteristics of early Chinese architecture can be supported by the existing ancient building complex in Japan, Japanese ancient architecture, can be correctly called Chinese architecture, they were mostly built in the Tuigu, Bird, White Wind, Tianping, Hongren, Zhenguan period, equivalent to China's Sui and Tang Dynasties, some of the buildings were originally from the hands of Chinese and Korean craftsmen.

Enter the Matsukaze Hall, a cup of fragrant tea, two sleeves of fresh wind, the history of the Divine Journey, and the Zen calligraphy and painting.

Worship the three returns to the church, to the void pole, to keep quiet.

Stay on the observation deck opposite the White Rock Mountain Residence, look at each other from afar, and have an overview of the whole mountain residence, which is very beautiful. But it turned out that the mountain residence was located in the basin, in the south of laishuiyuan old town, west of Baishishan Village, backed by seven mountains, facing Baishi Mountain, with an average altitude of 860 meters, extending from the center of the basin to the foot of the Seven Mountains, Dingtai Palace sitting in the center, Xueji Hall, Baidu Restaurant, villa groups, garden houses, VIP buildings, Zhuli Pavilion surrounded by it, Birch Forest Hot Spring Valley, Blue Whale Hall Leisure sports center, RV camp, Qingqing Ranch, Cewei Garden, flowers scattered around...

A good pure land on the wind and water side, an excellent treasure land!

What a new Kanji!

The feng shui in my brain is also a flickering Chinese character. The core position of writing in culture is universal, and the position of Chinese characters in our Chinese culture is very special. We know that the development process of words begins with the image, then evolves into a combination of form and meaning and a combination of shape and sound, and finally becomes a symbol of sound. In feng shui, there are many concepts, ostensibly from observing the shape of the landscape, that is, the "shaper" of feng shui, looking at the appearance of the mountain, looking at the appearance of the water, and then making an association. I also look at landscapes as words, seeing mountains are not mountains, seeing water is not water, what is it? is a symbol. When I saw the landscape symbol, I had an idea, and the idea came directly from the "shape": you see, what is that mountain like, what is the water like, is it a dragon? Is it a phoenix? Is it gold, wood, water, fire and earth? Then I told myself what this meant, and this "meaning" was generated from the connection between the shape of the landscape and the symbol of the text, and it was a kind of value judgment obtained through false borrowing.

Who made me privately admire me so much that I founded the White Rock Mountain Residence here?

An "ideal country" is full of the true qi of mountains and rivers, the creation of heaven and earth, and the self-consciousness and self-confidence of national culture. Saying that it is a small town is actually an important town, respecting Heaven and loving people, and undertaking the dual construction of spirit and material.

Occasionally, I learned from the big book "Nine and Six Realms" that the founder of the White Stone Mountain Residence was Mr. Zhao Jiantang, a senior scholar and expert in ancient architecture.

As early as the autumn of 2010, Mr. Zhao Jiantang wrote "The Endowment of the National House", and when he emphasized the "Nine Harmonies", he said that it is necessary to "seek peace with the heavens and absorb the essence of the universe; to seek peace with the earth and absorb the nourishment of the earth; to seek peace with people and integrate the wisdom of the people; to seek peace with the house and establish the foundation of the body; to seek peace with the mountains and to obtain the righteousness of masculinity; to seek harmony with the water and increase the beauty of femininity; to seek harmony with the ancients and to obtain the civilization of the origins; to seek harmony with the present and to find the fashion of the contemporary; to seek harmony with all things and to develop science." ”

Said, did it.

With the concept of "new and medium", with unique knowledge, understanding- analysis, inheritance and innovation, he created a national, scientific and new era of White Stone Mountain Residence, and created a national, scientific and new era architectural model with lofty ideals, real money and silver and life's efforts. What is national, scientific, and new-age? It is believed that buildings with national history, art and technology traditions, and reasonable and contemporary engineering science design techniques, structures and construction methods that adapt to the lifestyles and spiritual needs of contemporary people are national, scientific and new era.

What is architecture? Mr. Liang Sicheng said that simply put, it is to build a house, solve the problem of people's housing, solve the problem of people's safe food and accommodation, production and living places, and places of entertainment and rest. Clothing, food, and shelter have been on a par with each other since ancient times and are the most basic needs of human life. In the ancient cave dwelling field, the later saints were easy to use the palace room, and the upper beam and the lower yu were used to shelter from the wind and rain. For this need, human beings are constantly fighting against nature.

When we arrived at the Baishi Mountain Residence, the situation changed, just as Mr. Deng Xiaoping said at that time, everything was dialectical, everything was developing and changing. Mr. Zhao and his architecture, adapting to the development and changes of the new era, no longer struggle with nature, but seek harmony, seek nine harmony, nine nine to one, and heart harmony.

In history, the formation of national forms was not intentionally created, but formed after a long period of evolution, one of the main reasons was that the artistic creation at that time was almost unconscious, formed unconsciously by craftsmen. To Mr. Zhao and his White Stone Mountain Residence, it has also changed, becoming a conscious art with pursuit, order and discipline, he has no personal liberalism, but has his own architectural history and creative strength, and has realized the intersection and integration of multiple disciplines including social science and technical science and aesthetics, which epitomizes the current social life situation and the background of the new era of political economy.

Since the prevalence of Western-style buildings in the trade port, the rich merchants and middle-class families have all deeply loved the novelty, taking The original Chinese buildings as obsolete, although it is not deliberately destroying Chinese architecture completely, but in fact, there are many exquisite buildings that have been replaced by clumsy and naïve so-called Western-style buildings, in architecture, almost lost their own artistic characteristics, in terms of cultural expression and viewing are very sad, in fact, it also clearly shows the staged decline of national culture. This, perhaps, once made Mr. Zhao feel sad, and then he struggled for change.

In the process of 7,000 years of physically measurable development of ancient Chinese architectural activities, it can be roughly divided into five stages, namely the Neolithic Age, Xia, Shang and Zhou, Qin and Han to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang dynasties to Jin, and Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In these five stages, the ancient Chinese architectural system underwent a process of budding, preliminary stereotyping, basic stereotyping, maturity, continuous development and gradual decline. In the last three stages, the Han, Tang and Ming dynasties were a period of great development in the history of China, and at the same time, the architecture of the Han, Tang and Ming dynasties also became the climax of development in each stage, and great achievements were made in architectural scale, construction technology and architectural style. This may be the reason why Mr. Zhao directly pursued the Han and Tang Dynasties.

There is no reason to consult Mr. Zhao in person, just speculate.

Looking again at Baishi Mountain Residence, a masterpiece in the process of national cultural system and great national rejuvenation, like modern Chinese poetry, it has its special "grammar", "vocabulary" and way of speaking. It is not completely separated from the traditional foundation of the past and independent, the new creation is also traditionally influenced, but it gives people a new expression, a new feeling; no big roof, no retroism, formalism bias, white wall Dewa, into the landscape, different from this faction; historical reaction, new era atmosphere, into every detail of the mountain residence, from planning layout, environmental places, architectural planning and design, to the garden landscape, business integration, service standards, good life expectations, organic, orderly, harmonious symbiosis.

It was as if it were not a building, not a house, but a dwelling place for the soul.

White Stone Mountain Residence, let alone live here, just look at it, you like it, you are moved, you can't forget it.

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A small encounter may be enough to explain the environmental quality and poetry of the stone mountain residence.

It was in the White Rock Mountain Ju Cewei Garden, enjoyed the idyllic fun, after dinner, walking in the shadow of the White Rock Mountain, our group, suddenly greeted by a line of fireflies.

The little guys carried lanterns one by one, flashing and flashing, faint light, really can't shine far, but illuminate the road in front of them.

Someone asked: Fireflies, flickering, clearly extinguished, suddenly east and west, what are you looking for?

Some people say that it is the soul of the wanderer, who has been away from his hometown for too long, walking east and looking west, and he can't find the home in his memory.

In fact, everyone knows that fireflies are just bugs, but no one has done in-depth research.

When I used to write poems, fireflies came in handy, transitioning from one mystery to another. "Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light luo small fan fluttering firefly." The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega. "This is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's 'Autumn Eve' poem, which vividly writes the silence of the autumn night and the loneliness of the frustrated palace women." The light of the calendar is small, fluttering like a light wing; fear of no one, alone and secretly bright. This is Yu Shinan's "Wing Ying" poem, amazed by this glowing little animal, sending a chant to express his own reverie.

I have read such a contemporary "southern nursery rhyme" that sings about fireflies, which I do not look like a ballad, but a warm, peaceful lullaby, here may as well be introduced:

Fireflies, night and night/ lighting lights, coloring / flying to Grandma's house / Calling her to come to my house as a guest

What tea, osmanthus tea / what dish, bacon dish / Today is a reunion night again / Don't be on the road

Fireflies, night and night come / fly over the mountains, cross the sea / you give the baby a light / Don't call the baby afraid of the dark

What road, bright road / what shoes, warm shoes / baby is a good boy / sleep to the East white

When I was young, on the night of the fireworks, there was no such lullaby, but I repeatedly listened to my grandfather tell the story of reading with the help of fireflies: the child was very poor at home, and there was no lamp oil to read at night, and in the summer, he went outside to catch a lot of fireflies, put them in yarn bags, and illuminated them to read. "Like a sac firefly, like a snow, although the family is poor, they can't quit." As he spoke, Grandpa turned to the Three Character Sutra and couldn't understand it. I understand that fireflies can illuminate reading. I didn't have a yarn at home, so I caught fireflies and put them in a washed ink bottle, and I couldn't see anything. At that time, I didn't know that "sac firefly reading" was a pseudo-story, only blamed the lack of yarn at home, so that the ink bottle suffocated the fireflies. Later, reading Fabre's Insects, it so happened that he had experimented with the help of fireflies to illuminate the child. Let's look at his account: "Suppose a group of fireflies are put together, so close to each other that they almost touch each other, and each firefly glows, so that its light seems to illuminate the fireflies next to it by reflection, so that we can clearly see the insects." But that's not the case at all. These many lights are just chaotic and cannot clearly see the shape of the fireflies, and all these lights have vaguely mixed the fireflies together. ”

As it turned out, it wasn't my ink bottle problem. Perhaps in ancient times, the children of poor families, out of a strong desire to read, thought of using fireflies to illuminate words at night, and did experiments, and later word of mouth passed on the failed experiments into experiences.

After Fabre, as long as it is written about fireflies, but everything is not illusory, as long as it is real, no one can bypass Fabre. In the tenth volume of the "Insect Record" published by Huacheng Publishing House, the article "Fireflies" is only one of the two appendages, about 13,000 words, and hereby excerpts the classic narrative of a thousand words——

It has six short feet, and it knows exactly how to use them, and it's an insect that trotted in small steps. Male adults, like real beetles, grow elytra wings, but females do not receive the grace of heaven, do not enjoy the joy of leaping, and maintain the form of larvae for life.

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Although the firefly is weak and harmless on the outside, in fact, it is a carnivore, a hunter who hunts wild game, and its means are rarely vicious. Its prey is usually snails, and entomologists have known it for a long time, but I feel from reading that people do not know enough about it, especially about its strange method of attack, or even at all, which I have never seen anywhere else.

Before eating the prey, the firefly first injects the prey with an anesthetic to make it unconscious, just like the wonderful surgical operation of humans, before the operation, the patient is anesthetized without pain...

The firefly uses its tools to gently tap the outer membrane of the snail repeatedly, and the movement is very gentle, as if it is a harmless kiss rather than a sting...

I learned the wonderful technique of an insect paralyzing the other person, paralyzing the nerve centers of its prey with its own venom. Before human science had invented this technique, the most marvelous technique of modern surgery, fireflies and other insects had apparently known about it in ancient times. Insects are much earlier than we are, but in different ways.

It is common that the snail's shell and support are not tightly attached, the lid is not covered, and even if there is only a little bit of nudity, the firefly can use its delicate tools to slightly sting the snail, so that it immediately falls asleep and is motionless, and it can eat quietly... It can be seen that sudden deep anesthesia is a good way for fireflies to achieve their goals.

How does a firefly eat its prey? Is it really eaten? Does it cut the snail into small pieces, cut it into fine slices, and then chew it? I guess not, I've never seen a firefly's mouth with any traces of solid food. Fireflies are not really "eating", it is "drinking". It takes the maggot method, turning its prey into a porridge of thin meat to fill its hunger. It is like the carnivorous larvae of flies, turning its prey into a liquid before eating. The process of fireflies eating is roughly like this:

No matter how big the snail is, it is always anesthetized by a firefly. After a while, the guests came in pairs and feasted with the real owner without any quarrel. After two days of filling them up, I flipped the snail shell mouth downwards, as if the pot had been turned upside down, and the meat soup flowed out of the pot. The guests walked away hungry, leaving only a little residue.

The glowing organ of a firefly consists of two parts: one is the broadband of the first two sections; the other part is the two spots of the last section. Only female adult fireflies have these two strips, which are the brightest part; the future mother, in order to celebrate the wedding, dresses herself in the most gorgeous attire and lights up this radiant belt, while the larvae have only the glowing dots on the tail. The brilliant and colorful lights mark that the female fireflies have feathered into adults and the mating period is approaching. Feathering is supposed to cause the female to grow wings and make it fly, thus ending the physiological evolutionary process. But the female firefly has no wings and cannot fly, and it has always maintained the humble form of a larva, but it has always lit this bright lamp.

Turns out this is the firefly!

To Fabre's surprise, a hundred years later, due to the hunting of industrial civilizations such as pesticides, fireflies have become rare, which reveals a dangerous signal in the biological sense, as a recognized environmental indicator species, the exit of fireflies heralds the expansion of the ecological crisis. What makes people completely desperate is that the research institute of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States has invented the "mechanical firefly" using light-emitting diodes, which is flashing in the distance.

In front of you are the fireflies of the White Rock Mountain Jutsai Wei Garden and the snails on which it depends.

Take a look at these fireflies.

May the little fireflies, and the snails. Stay with us until old age.

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Looking south from The White Stone Mountain Residence, the high place is the White Stone Mountain, the low place is the Great Wall, and it takes only 10 minutes to drive to the Great Wall.

The Great Wall is Chinese arduous and great military defense project against desert and steppe nomads. From the eighth century BC onwards, peoples on horseback came and went like sand, making the Zhou Dynasty's feudal kingdoms backed by desert grasslands but engaged in farming be overwhelmed, and they had to build the Great Wall along their own borders. From Beiping to the Liaodong Peninsula, it is the Great Wall of the Yan Kingdom; from Beiping to the Hetao area, it is the Great Wall of the Zhao Kingdom; from Hetao to the Longxi Plateau, it is the Great Wall of the Qin State. In the third century BC, the Six Kingdoms returned to Qin, and the Xiongnu swept away the Hanhai Desert, and the two major forces confronted each other. In order to resist the southern invasion of the Xiongnu, the Qin Dynasty connected the intermittent Great Wall into a complete defensive line, standing in the northern frontier for more than a thousand years. In the tenth century AD, the Liao Empire expanded southward, taking the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyan, including Beiping, and entering the Great Wall, which temporarily lost its role as the northern defense line of China. Later, the Jin Empire and the Mongol Empire arose, the north of Sai was their homeland, the Great Wall was already located in the hinterland, and within six hundred years the Great Wall became a decoration, and even seemed to be obstructive. In the fifteenth century, the Ming Dynasty established by the Han People drove the Mongols back to their hometowns, but had no power to control the Great Wall, so they had to beg for the Great Wall again, some newly built, some rebuilt, from Shanhaiguan to Jiayuguan, leaving us with the Great Wall that we can still partially witness. When the Ming Dynasty fell, it was replaced by the Manchu peoples from the northeast, not only taking more than three million square kilometers of land as a dowry, but also gradually including Mongolia and Xinjiang into the territory, and the Great Wall was once again located in the hinterland, eventually losing its national defense value.

The Great Wall on the edge of Baishi Mountain is the Ming Great Wall, and there is an older Zhao Great Wall nearby, and some people speculate that it is the courtyard wall of the Daiwang, but it may not be certain.

The historical value and cultural significance of the Great Wall are another matter.

I would say that White Rock Mountain is located outside the Great Wall, and although it is close at hand, it has no historical significance. Where did the people who built the Great Wall go? They have the country, but they are empty-handed, they die because of the Great Wall, and life has eternal characteristics. They are no better than us, they build the Great Wall as a courtyard wall, and we see the Great Wall as a landscape, beyond the Great Wall.

Baishi Mountain lives on the Great Wall like a gallop, above the vast mountain range, dense groups of enemy towers, dozens or hundreds of steps, the farthest is only two hundred steps, it is one, two corresponding, left and right to save each other.

We are like the soldiers who changed the guard at the edge of the year, climbing higher and higher. There are dreams when you return, inside and outside the Great Wall, thousands of lights, thousands of dreams. Looking up is a floating cloud, a moon that will be full, cold and cold. In the desolate and solemn mood, the beacon towers that are faintly recognizable in the distance, like the earth blast furnaces that have been extinguished for many years, in the whirring mountain wind, in Fan Zhongyan's sad and painful song:

The scenery in the autumn is different, and the geese in Hengyang go without noticing. The sound of the four sides is even horned, and in the thousand mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed. A glass of turbid wine is a thousand miles away, and Yan Ran has not returned to the house. Qiang pipe slow frost all over the ground. People do not sleep, the general white hair Zhengfu tears.

Suddenly I remembered that the great thinker Voltaire once said: "China built the Great Wall two hundred years before our Christian era, but it did not stop the Tatar invasion." The Great Wall of China is a monument to fear, and the Golden Characters of Egypt are monuments of emptiness and superstition. They are proof of the great endurance of this people, not the brilliance of its intellect. "I thought so. Today, it seems that any thought is an afterthought, and even the greatest thinker is no exception. Returning to the real situation, before China became a big country with tens of millions of square kilometers of land, it was necessary to build a courtyard wall under the sub-feudal system, and defense was not to say, just for its own privileges, it was also necessary to build a courtyard wall. Stone walls like the Great Wall, not only in China, but also in the United Kingdom, as far as I know, are called "barrier walls", and the Czech Republic also has them, called "Hungry Great Wall". In the Czech Republic, in Prague, Martin, a doctor of sinology and translator, pointed to a hill not far from the Charles Bridge and said to me, "Look, the Great Wall, we also have the Great Wall in the Czech Republic, the Great Wall of Hunger." "I was momentarily confused, what? Is there a Great Wall in Prague? Seeing that I didn't react, Martin pointed to the hill again and said, "Look, there, hungry Great Wall." "I saw, the Great Wall, really the Great Wall, under the green trees above the grass, black, like a small inchworm. It is said that it was built by King Charles on behalf of a group of hungry homeless people, because he had heard that China had built the Great Wall.

In the Dingtai Palace, deliberating on the silence, a sigh:

Ah the Great Wall / An old wall / A line of epic characters built up in blocks.

Long, long elegy of glory, long, tragic singing.

We don't look at the Great Wall! We hope --

Dust has fallen / Green mountains are not old / The Great Wall is long / The Great Wall grows.

Bird language can decipher / and the great wall this long sentence / only it can have its own tone and dreams.

What a powerful hand was it / Pointed out the Great Wall / And how indomitable will / Mobilized the passion and strength of generation after generation.

Brick by brick by dream to nurture / one dream to nurture / another dream to raise.

The Great Wall rises / The day brings the day back to the night / History is always in the higher wind / Greet the irresistible light.

Great Wall Length / Great Wall Growth / Great Wall / On what kind of flesh and blood can it grow?

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White Stone Mountain must be written, there is no White Stone Mountain, how to come to White Stone Mountain Residence.

I really wanted to write about The White Rock Mountain, only to find that I was sloppy and lacked detail support.

From the cable car up the mountain, I saw a mixed forest full of coniferous broad-leaved trees, alone in pieces, pine trees, birch trees, oak trees, lime trees, reserved for later special study; the tour guide said that there are all kinds of birds and beasts in the forest, there are large mushrooms under the trees, as large as a mushroom has eight pounds, leave it to see the virtual reality later; I know that there is beauty on the mountain, there is imperfect perfection, and it is left to the officials to see for themselves.

Write only one animal and one plant.

Write about a butterfly, which is a deity, three feet off the ground.

It was a butterfly after the rain that we met in the forest on the white rockside, as evidenced by mengyao.

Where did you come from, my friend, a butterfly, waiting for me in the mountains.

Watch it leap forward, worried that a gust of wind will blow it crooked and hurt its wings.

Oh goddess! Please listen to these small, in tune, twisted by sweet compulsions and gracious memories,

Please forgive your secrets even to sing to your own soft ears:

I no doubt dreamed today, or was it just waking up to see the spirit of the winged spirit?

I wandered through the woods without thinking, and suddenly, dizzy with surprise,

Seeing two beautiful creatures, lying side by side in the deepest part of the grass, topped with leaves and fluttering flowers, and a mountain stream, it is almost imperceptible:

In the sound of the screen, the cool flowers of the grass roots, or the eyes are pale, sky blue, silver white, and the purple red with buds,

They breathe evenly in the grass garden;

They embraced each other, and his wings were even more so;

Their lips did not touch, but they did not say goodbye,

As if separated by the gently touched sleeping eyes,

And still want to surpass the number of kisses already there,

In the gentle eyes of Eros in the morning:

I recognize the winged boy;

But who are you, oh happy and cheerful white pigeon?

He is faithful to the Spirit God!

This is the first verse of Keats's Ode to the Spirit, which also includes a butterfly. In my opinion, the "bright wings" of the butterfly refer to language, which is the medium by which the soul "entrusts" itself, and the soul of the winged wings suddenly falls out of its shell and quietly flies in the void, such a soul is an imagination and a mental image.

Zhuang Sheng Xiao dreamed of butterflies, I was also fascinated, and once felt that a song "Butterfly" was issued. No matter what others think of it, anyway, I am quite touched -

Butterflies move because of the heartbeat / Fluttering and dancing / Pulse Lover is all Zhuang Zhou

Instead of everyone being reborn / Millennium waiting for a time / Ren Erhu solo, violin concerto

He heard the white head / The two butterflies falling / Not in the left hand, but in the right hand

As a result, on the White Rock Mountain, I saw a butterfly suddenly appear, and I was panicked.

Where is the other one?

Descending the White Rock Mountain, I saw that there were cuckoos at the foot of the mountain, and I was not sure. Go home through WeChat to find the manager of Baishi Mountain Ju Lijuan confirmed, she said yes, spring is full of mountains, and also sent a video of azaleas, in full swing.

This reminds me of another memory.

It was the early 1980s, and Dad was sick and listless. Chinese New Year's Eve afternoon, I went to the unit on duty, saw the flower room azaleas, thought that it was my father's favorite flower, so I borrowed a large pot and hugged it to the fourth floor breathlessly. Mom, who has always supported raising flowers because of the small size of the room, is also full of energy, busy vacating the house, while doing it, she said: "This flower was borrowed for your father, and this time your father's illness should be better." "It was a pot of perennial purple azaleas, with thousands of flowers, most of them budding, just a third of the time, reflecting the spring color of the whole house, full of life. Dad sat down with the flowers, drunk, and told me to borrow a camera, buy film, and leave that beautiful day. For more than a month, Dad ate with the cuckoo, drank with the cuckoo, slept with the cuckoo, and was not sick.

There are more than 400 varieties of rhododendrons, and they are divided into purple, yellow and white colors. From the photos, the rhododendron on Baishi Mountain is red, the name yingshan red, the northeast people call it full of mountain red, the Shanxi people call it Wang Jinzi, some places call it Lan Jinzi, Bai Juyi's poem calls it mountain pomegranate, in North Korea it is called Jindalai.

Rhododendron grows on the sunny slopes of the yin ridge, the sunrise illuminates it, and it is not exposed to the sun at noon, it is a bushy bush, there are few lone branches, and it is not alone, where it grows, it is a piece, often from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Li Bai has a poem: "The Shu kingdom once heard of zizhi birds, and Xuancheng also saw azaleas." One see and one intestine is broken, and three springs and three months remember three bars. "That's in Bashu, according to the latitude and altitude of White Rock Mountain, it should be opened after the valley rain."

When the rhododendron blossoms, the trees are yellow and new shoots, the artemisia grass is born, thousands of bushes of flowers, like the light of the sun flowing down from the top of the mountain, like the flames burning upwards from the foot of the mountain, the green pines swaying on it, the tender green melts around, and the mountain birds gracefully turn around, making people realize what is the depth of spring like the sea. In that realm, it is really a thousand sorrows to be relieved, all worries to disappear, endless reverie, infinite longing, and the feeling that the world is lovely, life is beautiful, and life is full of hope.

Last night I read a message saying that someone had gone to see the cuckoo specifically, because he missed the season, he lived in the White Rock Mountain, so he waited, waited quietly.

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With the Baishi Mountain Residence as the center, walking around, everywhere is the scenery, are humanities, in my opinion, it is those things that seem to have a little distance, constitute the aesthetic, the achievement of the Baishi Mountain Residence is large and far-reaching, so big that it has become the back garden of the xiong'an new area, as far as the royal dragon vein of the year.

Heading east along the water, it doesn't take long to see the wonderful.

When I was a child, I read a poem written by the poet Zhao Risheng in 1957 called "Juma River, Relying on the Hillside", which had this sentence:

The Juma River, by the slopes of the mountains, winds around the village; the gold and silver water flowing in the river, people live a good life.

Since then, the Juma River on the hillside has been remembered.

Regarding the Juma River, the Notes on the Water Classics has a record: "The Juma River leaves Laishan in Guangchang County, Dai County. Laiyuan was once known as Guangchang County, Laishan Mountain is divided into seven peaks, also known as 'Seven Mountains'. The "Chronicle of Guangchang County" says that the source of the Juma River is in the southern half of the county seat, under the Seven Mountains. The Juma River was called Laishui in ancient times, and around the time of the Han Dynasty, it was renamed 'Giant Horse', and there was a meaning of water flowing like a giant horse galloping. Later, he wrote 'Rejecting Horses', and it is said that he once went south because of the horses that rejected Shi Le. Whether it is a 'giant horse' or a 'rejecting horse', it is said that its water potential is great. ”

Maybe it's not just because the water is strong, but also because it's cool. In the poems of Biansai, it is written that the river of Youyan is collectively called "strong water", and there is a sentence of "water cold hurts horse bones".

The Juma River was called Laishui in ancient times, and the ruins are still there. Down the river in Laiyuan County, you will arrive at Laishui County.

It is said that it is almost thirty years, at the turn of spring and summer, a group of our classmates from Hebei Normal University took a train to Laishui to find "Xiangxue" - the protagonist of Tie Ning's famous novel "Oh, Xiangxue", like a madman, shouted while walking: "Xiangxue where are you?" When he saw the little girl, he chased after her and shouted, "Oh, Xiangxue! The little girl who shouted in front of her was hairy in her heart, and her steps were fast, thinking that she was following a bunch of neuropaths. Xiangxue did not find it, and went around the Baili Gorge and walked to the Juma River.

At that time, the Juma River, as Tie Ning later described in his essay "Daughter of the River", was a wild river, a loose river, a bending river. Every time you turn a corner, you see a novel world. It was a vast pebble beach, pebbles of different sizes, so that the river turned into countless trickles, around the stones, or over the rocks; it was the shore of white sand, lined with white sand, and the original clear river suddenly turned bright blue, as if the color of a river was writing the beach. What makes people linger is the stone, the scattered large stones, the small stones are crowded together, like bird eggs, as if to hatch birds. Suddenly, a water bird flew up from it, and the bird, mostly blue and white, flew away, clinging to the cliff, and suddenly flew back, clutching the insect. The blue water bird stands on the stone and turns its tail upside down, upside down, upside down, it's so beautiful, you can hardly see it as a bird, but a small piece of the blue sky. And those white birds, much quieter, but to stand on the black and white snow wave stone, not like white clouds, like people looking for strange stones, casually place a small white stone on the black stone.

A few years ago, I happened to live by the Juma River, and suddenly remembered that the great painter Mr. Tie Yang had come here many times, painted the Juma River, and wrote about the Juma River. The unforgettable paintings of his old man's home are called "Cornfield Series", on the picture, some of them are a few girls who go into the cornfield like a wind, throw their clothes into the sky with joy, and the colorful clothes flash in the cornfield, while the girls are faintly naked, and the figures of the essence and the corn stalks are intertwined and interact, surging with young green blood; some are running into the river, or jumping into the water...

Originally, I thought that this was just the imagination of the painter, or an illusion, who knew that it was memory, a state of existence. It just so happened that at that time, I was carrying Mr. Tie Yang's prose collection "Mother's Big Bowl", opening it by the Juma River, looking at the article "There are no rules in the river", vivid and vivid, trying to adapt it slightly, dividing the shots, that is, the micro-film script -

He walked along the Juma River, looking for the story of "no rules in the river."

The story is that in the summer, at noon, the local bridesmaids and daughters-in-law can go down to the river to bathe and frolic face to face with men, without interfering with each other.

He sat by the river to draw sketches, did not see the scene of the legend, and asked again and again, and the locals spoke vaguely.

That day he was painting by the river again, and an old sheep herder came, stopped, held a sheep whip and crouched down to look at his painting, and could see God.

He asked the old man: What is the image of the Juma River I painted like?

The old man said, like, is that there is something missing in the river.

What's missing?

Lack of a "no rule in the river".

He stood up in amazement and stood face to face with the old man.

"You mean there's no rule in painting a river?"

"How nice that is, this side is a woman, that side is a man, jumping and jumping."

The old man pointed this and that side on his picture with a sheep whip.

"Is there any now, then, there are no rules in that river?"

"Women are delicate, not like before."

Seeing him digging to the bottom of the matter, the old man said, find a woman to talk about it, then it will have a taste, the old masters talk, dry.

He reminded him to go to the village to find a woman named Guijie.

A young daughter-in-law led him into your sister's house.

Guijie turned out to be an ancient and rare old man, on a hot day, Guijie covered the quilt on the kang, revealing a half-cut body, the shoulder blades protruding, and the two breasts seemed to be nothing. The wrinkles on his face resemble black and white woodcuts.

He was embarrassed to look at your sister, but your sister did not care, or spoke to him with her naked body.

He explained his intentions to your sister, and the wrinkles on her face immediately opened up.

Your sister said: I was sixteen years old, I felt that this thing was quite fresh, there was no river on the other side of our mountain, I saw the river, I saw that the water was rare, at noon, the girls and daughters-in-law all went, looking for a corn field, a sorghum field, stripped naked, threw away the clothes, ran into the river, not afraid of leaves, not afraid of mosquito bites, dumplings ... Fight and play, crazy that. There may be men in that box, there are, there are going. You shout at me, I shout at you, you yell at me, I swear at you. You jump up, I jump up, you dare to show, I dare to show. Who called you young, but there is a rule, you are not allowed to come over, let alone move your hands and feet, saying that there are no rules in the river, this is the rule, strict...

Curiously, he asked his sister, what if someone is not obedient?

Your sister said, "Unless he's not human." ”

Listening to your sister's narration, it is difficult to imagine that this skinny old man is the girl who was "crazy" in the river, but he clearly "saw" a sixteen-year-old girl of wonderful age, smiling and dancing towards the man over there, showing her youth to the fullest.

A story of "no rules in the river" was finally resurrected in his heart.

When he was separated from his sister, the young daughter-in-law said to him, go up, deep in the mountains, and maybe there are still some.

So he began to walk up the Juma River, toward the white rock mountain, and saw a dense cornfield under the high slope. Not far away, a group of girls were running towards the cornfield, running towards him. His heart pounded, he watched the girl twitter and run into the cornfield, and he watched the scene in the picture appear, one scene, one scene after another...

Unfortunately, the beauty disappeared too quickly, and he did not have time to make any record of the river goer in the cornfield, so he thought of a painter's usual way: he decided to ask a girl to repeat it.

He invited her to the cornfield, and he asked her to take off her clothes:

"You see, that's the Juma River over there, and now you're a down-riverer." Have you ever been down the river? ”

"Nothing."

"You try it, walk through the cornfield."

"I walked over?" ^

"Yes, go over."

"The leaves are too prickly."

"People walk like this when they go down the river."

"Have you seen it?"

"Seen. They threw their clothes and ran. ”

She was a little embarrassed, but she still walked over cautiously, but it was not as natural, so refreshing, so unscrupulous as the real river goer. But finally he complied with his request, walked over and walked back.

The painter uses the model as a supplement to the idea, but the model must be limited in what he can do.

Everything in the "Cornfield Series" is to mobilize the imagination and memory of the painter, as well as the description of your sister, and the river people in the cornfield are so magnificent and splendid.

Closing the book, I suddenly felt a little pity, and the Juma River in front of me was no longer a complete wild river, no longer so loose. Some of what sir has written about, and what I dreamed of, some of which are now crowded along the Juma River, have become a thing of the past, and they want to reproduce unless they actually make a movie.

Look at time, time is like water.

Staring at them for a long time, the white and transparent stones in the water were like transparent children bathing in the river, and the sunlight passed through their bodies, without shadows.

Recall that the Juma River has to be sentenced like this:

Under the shadow of the mountains / by the Juma River, singing as you walk / Approaching the first dream of this life

Oh / water color sky light, a river of stone sounds / clearer than clear, more beautiful than beauty

When you go away / I will come to send you, take my bones / to the end of the sigh

From the White Rock Mountain Residence to the northwest, is the aerial grassland, more than half an hour's drive.

The so-called aerial grassland is actually a subalpine meadow, which can be seen everywhere in the mountains around The White Rock Mountain Residence.

That's where my soul haunts, where I write poems.

I once wrote it like this:

Spring grass color ten thousand miles / ten thousand miles away is my grassland / grass and trees in autumn / resigned to fate

To have an alfalfa / To have a bee / To have the sacredness and tranquility of the bee / No shadow

Have a pair of bigger wings / Born for the wind / Have a little elf / Point directly at the flower heart of Yu Meiren

Have a pony, snow white and/or fiery red. Let it suckle / as soon as you lean back and learn to eat grass / Grass is green.

And the grass / not a single tree can be less / even one less broken grass / heaven and earth will lose balance

I was also there to explain the grass with the poet friends:

The wind was blowing/the wind was blowing over the prairie

Remember the grass on the backwater beach / those isolated weeds / because it grew in the crevices of the stone / Luckily dodged the donkey's lip horse's mouth

I remember, I said / The wind knocked them to the ground / but did not want their lives

Remember Mr. Big's weeds / In this meadow with only weeds / Remember, remember

When we are silent / We are fulfilled / When we open our mouths / We are empty

The wind is blowing again/ The wind is blowing the prairie over

Even more noteworthy is the edelweiss of the aerial prairie. More than a decade ago, the writer Feng Jicai wrote an article "Where are China's edelweiss flowers", which became the brightest business card of the aerial grassland.

A few months before Mr. Feng went to the aerial grasslands, he visited a mountain village in the Austrian Alps, and when the mountain people gave him two or three edelweiss flowers, he was stunned by the strange beauty of the furry snow white flowers, and the movie song "Edelweiss" that everyone knew suddenly sounded in his heart. But when the mountain people asked him, "Do you have edelweiss in China?" He said vaguely, as if there were, where?

When he reached the aerial prairie, he was stunned, and there were precious edelweiss flowers everywhere.

Furry snow-white flowers, pale yellow spherical flower buds, pale green stems, long and short, like dancers.

Which immortal passed by here and scattered the flowers he carried here, creating this miracle, the garden of heaven?

With a white stone mountain residence in mind, and then look at the edelweiss, it is more like a metaphor.

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