The sunrise at the top of Mount Tarzan has always been depicted as a spectacular spectacle. Some people say: Climbing Mount Taishan and not seeing the sunrise is like a big drama without drama, and the taste is a little faint after all.
The day I went to climb the mountain, it was a rare good day, thousands of miles in the sky, the clouds were not seen, and the mountain that was usually smoky seemed to be clearly eyebrowed. The companions said happily, "Ming'er will be able to see the sunrise in the morning." "I also held this kind of thought and climbed up the mountain.
Along the way, climbing up from the foot of the mountain and looking closely at the mountain view, I felt that what hung in front of me was not the Taishan Mountain, which was unique to the Five Peaks, but like a green landscape painting of an amazing scale, unfolding upside down from below. The first thing that appears in the scroll is the Ming Dynasty building Daizongfang at the bottom of the mountain, which slowly reveals the Queen Mother Pond, the Doumu Palace, and the Jingshiyu. The mountains are deeper than the next, stacks are more strange than the other, layers are stacked, I don't know how deep and strange it will be. In the midst of the Ten Thousand Mountains, there are sometimes extremely delicate characters. There are many statues of Zun Ming in the Lü Zu Hall next to the Queen Mother's Pond, molding Lü Dongbin and some other people, the posture is so angry, you see it, you can't help but blurt out in admiration: "Live." ”
The scroll continued to unfold, and the green forest of The Cypress Cave did not appear for long before it came to Matsuyama. The two sides of the strange peaks are facing each other, and the peaks are full of strange shapes of old pines, and they are afraid that they are thousands of years old, and the color is so thick that it seems to flow down. When you come here, you may wish to be a freehand figure in a painting, sitting in the pine pavilion on the side of the road, looking at the mountains, listening to the flowing water and the pine waves. Maybe you will agree with the sentence of the Qianlong title "The Best Place of Daizong". And slowly, it is better to continue to look up for...
For a moment, I felt that I was not only looking at the picture scrolls, but also like I was flipping through a volume of historical manuscripts in a mess. In the Dai Temple under the mountain, I once touched the remnants of the Qin Dynasty Li Si Xiaozhuo. When he came up to the mountain, he stood on his feet at the "place where Confucius ascended", and the five doctors of Qin Shi Huangfeng drank tea. I have also seen the "Taishan Through Slippery Stone" of the Han Dynasty, which is said to be a stone carving of the Diamond Sutra written by Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty or Tao Yuanming. The "Ji Taishan Ming" carved on the cliffs of Daguan peak in the Tang Dynasty that will be seen is naturally a treasure, and the relics of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties are more like strange flowers and grasses, dotted with this famous mountain everywhere. In a trance, I felt as if the shadow of Chinese history had drifted past my eyes. If you want to catch the shadow of history, you can choose a few rubbings of Taishan stone carvings in the tea shop in Chaoyangdong. In addition, you can also buy expensive medicinal materials such as apricot leaf ginseng, He Shou Wu, Huang Jing, and comfrey produced by Taishan. We made a pot of camellia here, sat down, and saw a bunch of children around the flock of chickens, feeding grasshoppers to the chickens. The chicken's coat color is gray, not as usual it is seen. Upon questioning, the woman who sold tea said, "It was my father who went up the mountain to dig up medicinal herbs and picked up a nest of small pheasants." No wonder, two small pheasants competed for water and overturned the water bowl. Running towards the bluestone slab, the slab was full of many small "one" characters, and I felt that the lonely family in the deep mountains thought: "There is a big group under the mountain, and they are still living this kind of individual life, is it too isolated from the world?"
Climbing up from Chaoyang Cave and gradually approaching eighteen plates, the mountain road became more and more dangerous, and people were tired and breathless. At this time, I did not have the heart to look at the paintings, nor did I have the heart to turn over history, but I only felt like I was ascending to the heavens. People have always regarded climbing Mount Tai as ascending to the sky. If you look back at the road, there are cloud roads such as Yunbu Bridge, One Day Gate, and Zhongtian Gate. Hanging above my head is the South Heavenly Gate. Fortunately, there is also a ladder made of stone pedals. Climb slowly down the ladder, climb a few steps, take a break, tired waist and weak legs, sweaty. Suddenly, a fairy wind blew from the air and pounced on his face, and he suddenly felt that his body was refreshing and abnormal. It turned out that I had climbed up the South Heavenly Gate and walked onto the Heavenly Street.
Dusk has long since fallen on the heavenly street, and the fragrance of unknown flowers and plants wafts everywhere. As soon as the wind blew, white clouds floated past me, and the scenery in front of me gradually hid in the night. We found a place to stay in the Qing Emperor's Palace, went to bed early, and hoped that we would see the sunrise tomorrow morning. But it was very urgent, and suddenly a big fog spread on the top of the mountain, thick and wet, quietly squeezed into the crack of the door, fell to the edge of the pillow, and I heard a few drops of rain sporadically. I was a little anxious when a companion said, "It doesn't matter. The climate on the mountain is sunny and cloudy for a while, and the changes are very large, maybe tomorrow morning is a good day, you wait to see the sunrise. ”
By the morning of Tomorrow, the clouds on the top of the mountain had indeed dissipated, but the sky was gloomy, and who knew if it would suddenly become clear? Anyway, we braved the early cold and climbed all the way to the top of the Jade Emperor, which is the top of Mount Tai.
An old Man with flowing hair accompanied us to stand on the top of Mount Tai, pointed out the scenery near and far to show us, and finally said with a regretful tone: "Unfortunately, the weather is not good, I am afraid that you can't see the sunrise." ”
But my heart became unusually clear, and there was no emotion of regret at all. I looked thoughtfully far and far away, and I saw a magnificent spectacle. Look at the reckless and desolate Qilu wilderness, there is a lot of courage. In the past, the peasants each fiddled with a piece of land, so that the wilderness of the motherland was the old monk's hundred clothes, bits and pieces, and I don't know how many small squares were piled up. In front of us, a great field, all connected together, is as close as the commune peasants. The wheat had just ripened, and where the south wind blew, the wheat stream fell together, as if the earth also rippled with satin brocade. Look at the vast sky again, and a puff of smoke and dust will rise. That's not some "nine o'clock in the smoke". My companion told me it might be an ironworks. Whether it is an iron factory, a steel mill, or some other factory, there are thousands of exquisite and strong hands there, which are cooperating with the unanimous rhythm of the people of the whole country and casting the motherland with steel.
You see, what is faintly shining in the sky is not the Yellow River, and the nature that is constantly entangled at the foot of the mountain is the Wen River. The countless small steamed buns that arched under The Knee of Mount Tai are many famous mountains such as The Wandering Mountain. The Yellow River and the Wen River are like two fluttering silks, playing with two invisible hands; The continuous mountains of great and small size are like many dragon lanterns, rolling and dancing together--the whole mountain and river are jubilant.
If Taishan is a large and slowly unfolding green landscape painting, then now I can turn to the truly magnificent entrepreneurial history of our nation.
I was meditating and meditating, and the old Daoist politely said that the other Daoist monks had gone down the mountain to cut wheat, leaving him alone, and he could not care about boiling water for us to drink. I asked him who he had cut the wheat for, and the old man said, "Commune." Don't look at the east household on the mountain and the west household, and they are all organized into the commune. "I remembered my thoughts about the tea shop in Chaoyangdong, and I felt a little ashamed.
Some companions think that not being able to see the sunrise is always a bit of a fly in the ointment. Comrade, what else are you not satisfied with? In fact, we clearly see another, more brilliant sunrise. This dawn leaps out from the horizon of our nation's history, flashing a thousand red lights and shining into this world.
O great and bright motherland, may you always "rise like the sun"!