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Now everywhere is full of logic and reason, science, technology, the laws of hydraulics, the norms of social dynamics. This is also the norm, that is also the norm, there are only the norms everywhere, and there is no place for me. There are no places with gherkin trees and a sea full of wine, no place where there are three-legged Cyclops in the southern seas...

—The Ultimate Heavenly Descent, 1988

First, it is difficult to walk

In the initial season of the rainy season in Jiangnan, we drove to the Xianju Scenic Area on a Sunday. Shao Song, who has the name of "Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai Land Snake", is led by colleagues from the Wuxi Writers Association and tourism units. A group of urban men and women who have been in the cage for a long time, braving thunderstorms and rain, with the hope of "returning to nature", embark on a journey under the black clouds with gold edges.

Our car departed from Wuxi City. Through the torrential rain, through the indigo mountains, the wet towns, the bamboo sea, the mist and the finely textured forest, the cars speed on the highway, and the people shuttle through the paintings.

Traveling to southern Zhejiang, we are like the dorothy in the fairy tale who mistakenly entered the Wizard of Oz, marveling at the stratus clouds, fog, and mountains on the edge of the sky. The vegetation on the mountain is full of water vapor, camphor trees, green bamboo, pine cypress, and several beautiful gradients of green daisy, indigo, and green onion on the painting plate are harmonized. It's a city that's nurtured by greenery! Sheep scattered along the stream, drinking water, eating grass, shaking their ears and glancing up at the silver light of the outer lake.

Rain and shine along the way, torrential rain suddenly came, and the car drove very hard. When everyone was about to fall asleep, a huge painting in the sky stretched out in front of their eyes. In the distance, cyan smoke covered the entire mountain. Like the painting in Yamato's paintings, the foothills are smudged. It is "the mountain color is in the middle", it is "when sitting and watching the clouds rise", it is "the twilight of the country, the end of the world sends the hongfei to go", it is a dynamic ink painting that does not pay attention to the rules. Shao Song laughed and said, "This is probably a landscape painting with ink overturned!" "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Duodan Qing Holy Hand, the Creator is even more familiar with the sense of proportion of splashing ink and leaving white.

We discussed the slogans of all the tourist attractions along the way, and there were inexhaustible fresh words and laughs in the belly of Shaosong; we discussed the number of silver balls standing on the roof of small Western-style buildings, and concluded that Jiangsu and Zhejiang were rich, and a few balls on the houses represented millions of assets in the family. When a relict "five-ball" villa flashed outside the car window, they all issued a "call" sigh... We discussed Li Zongsheng's talent, and discussed his natural and unhurried comparison with Lin Xi. "Mortal Song" and "When Love Has Become a Thing of the Past" flowed out of the stereo, and sang "Running and suffering all day, not idle for a moment." Li Zongsheng confessed to the fans: "It was you!" It's you people who listen to my songs..." Curious what kind of people your fans are, where they come from, what they look like, where there are such idols, where there are such ironing talents." Then sing "How short life is, why should we be bitter and love?" "My tears fell.

The mountains are high and the water is wide, the bamboo shadow is in place, and the road has come to an end.

2. Sanctuary and IdleNess

After dinner, entering the ShenxianJu Scenic Area, a group of eight people walked between the towering stacked mountains and giant cypresses, the mountains were tall and the trees were long, and our footsteps were fine, like ants traveling at the bottom of the tropical rainforest. The stream in the left ear, the birds in the right ear, look down to meet the grass and trees at your feet, and look up at the light and shadow between the leaves. The fog in the mountains hit the corners of the clothes, the ends of the hair, and the heart. Xianju then opened the door towards our hole.

The mist flowed from the soft ridgeline lines, and the layers of mountains were stacked, which was "the clouds are green and rainy, and the water is full of smoke." "When it's sunny, the sun penetrates the clouds and hits the bamboo sea at the foot of the gradient, which is "the mountain color is empty and rainy." In the evening twilight, standing at the top of the peak to watch the Hongyan gliding among the clouds above the small city, this is "Hongfei's recounting thing." Crossing the Immortal Bridge, the damp evening wind dipped in mist blew from the dome, and the wide sleeves drummed, which was "Neon for the clothes of the wind for the horse, and the king of the clouds has come down." It is also the grand scene of the "Eight Harmony of Cang" painted by Kotaro Takamura in "The Four Seasons of the Mountain". We, a group of people, using poetry as a bridge, were able to complete this dialogue across mountains and waters and across time and space with poets and immortals...

General Rock, Sleeping Beauty, Elephant Trunk Waterfall, Lovers Forest, Trump Stone, Guanyin Peak... We climbed along the boardwalk along the edge of the valley. Facing the same dangerous peak, among the people who are traveling, you see the toad palace folding gui, I see the big fish and begonias, and some people laugh and say that they are beautiful like clouds, which is really interesting. There are hills and ravines in the chest, and the scenery is full of scenery.

After taking a sip of the spring, the old man wearing a bamboo hat led a few mules and horses slowly past, transporting supplies. I stared sheepishly at their distant backs for a long time, "And put the white deer between the green cliffs, and you must ride to visit the famous mountain." "The old man and the horse, whether they have passed through the clouds and gone to some realm outside the elephant, I don't know!" After all, Xianju is a human wonderland that "comes to be immortal"...

I tried my best to find a fairy little stone to bring back, but I couldn't find even a normal little stone. Picking up half a piece of broken tile and holding it in the palm of her hand, the sisters who were traveling with them said that they were useless, that they could neither decorate nor plant flowers, and that they felt that what she said was reasonable, so they put it back in the shade.

Over the years, I have rarely seen a landscape that has opened up such a large area of spiritual scenery by the creator's pen: a lush forest of stories, a deep pool of reason, a steep and upright peak of conscience... Here, I was amazed to see the comprehensiveness of a scenic area. In this impetuous, hectic acceleration, you have to admit that it has a rare "out-of-the-world" quality.

Third, don't be the queen

Jiang Xun said in "Heaven and Earth Have Great Beauty" that when you can be fast, but you choose to be slow, this is the aesthetics of a line. In terms of orthography, the word "idle" is to lean on the door and look at the moon. Entrust a heart with complete trust to nature, try to make movements that interact with nature, you are beauty, nature is beauty.

Xianju and his trip are enough for me to remember for a long time, its richness and deliciousness, almost taking care of every layer of my stomach and intestines. "Since it is not a fairy, it is inevitable that there will be distractions" ("Song of mortals"). The troubles of mortals and the world are parasitic, the old troubles disappear and new ones breed. Everything is too fast, too fast for people to forget and keep a mood. There is a passage in the movie "The Ultimate Heavenly Fall":

I think that when we are close to losing our imagination, no one can write "sleepwalking in heaven and staying away"; fast enough to break the connection with nature and get lost in the urban forest and the dark castle of the heart; fast enough to be killed by the gods, the forest to be killed, and the fairy tales to be killed. Human beings, the mind is no longer elegant, the texture is not noble, what will it look like?

Fortunately, the interaction with nature will give rise to a sense of inner peace of mind, and inner peace will play a beautiful ball. If I'm on a fast train, where will I see bamboo shoots popping up on the side of the road in early spring? Where can you hear the sound of fish jumping out of the water in the evening to wet the eardrums? There are books to read, some people to hang on, there are landscapes to see, there are clear eyes to contemplate, and there are dexterous hands to write. There is great beauty in heaven and earth, and leisure is immortality...

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