Along the winding steep highway, over the majestic Tiger Mountain, the eyes are bright: it is late autumn, the east of the highway, the tiger garden reservoir is as clear as a mirror, the waves are not alarming, the green mountains are floating, and the vast water surface is clear and clear, and the smart and beautiful.
Cham cham jade spring color, leisurely floating cloud body.
Idle on the fixed water, clean two dust-free.
Bai Juyi's poems naturally came to mind. On the west side of the highway, the mangy Wanghailou mountains are rolling and rolling, and in the depths of the white clouds and under the colorful shades, there is a quaint and quiet village - the south end of chai volcano.
She stands silently in the middle of the mountain, interpreting the tranquility of the years and exuding a charming brilliance. The village is surrounded by mountains, with meandering streams, ancient woods, cooking smoke, and chickens and dogs smelling each other. The tinkling and jumping creek in the roadside stream plays the melody of autumn rhyme, telling tourists how fresh and quiet this "paradise" is.
A white cloud green mountain is there, a white cloud green mountain is outside.
There are white clouds inside and outside the green mountains, and the white clouds fly to the green mountains.
This scenery corresponds to the poetry of Hou Zhou Liang Yiniang.
At the mouth of the village, there is a village arch made of antique wood and cement, the archway sits on the west and east, and the six golden characters of "Chai Volcano South Head Village" shine brightly. The slope on the right side of the archway is green with pines and cypresses, and under the trees are greenstone slate platforms covered with moss. It was quiet all around, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pine cypress. In front of the archway, the chrysanthemums face the sun and unfold a colorful smile, and the daisies are topped with flower buds and bow their heads with the wind, high and clear. Cockscomb flowers and a bunch of red are placed on both sides of the road, Qianying is slender, Juanya is quiet, elegant and elegant.
"In the third year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, Liu surnamed Liu moved from Guanlingqian to this village, because the village is located at the south end of Chai Volcano, so it is named 'South Head of Chai Volcano'." I was looking at the origin of the village name "South Head of Chai Volcano" on the village monument when I overheard a buzzing sound coming from the clear sky. Looking up, a drone was hovering overhead. A tourist is operating a drone to take a panoramic view of the village of Nantou of Chai Volcano. From the license plate of the car parked in the small fitness square at the entrance of the village, it can be seen that they should be from the provincial city of Jinan.
It can be clearly seen on the footage transmitted by the drone: the village of Nantou of Chai Volcano is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on the other. The village is built on the western slope of the southern foothills of the Chai Volcano, with the Tiger Garden Reservoir reflecting the colorful mountains in the autumn like a mirror in the east, the tall Tiger Mountain in the south, and the Da Liu Shan and Xiao Liu Shan in the west. The terrain of the village is high on both sides of the northeast and low on the southwest, and a mountain stream between Da Liu Shan and Xiao Liu Shan flows half a circle around the village and flows through the front of the village to join the Jilong River.
Several huts, a collection of 10,000 volumes, thrown into the old village home.
What's going on in the mountains? Pine blossom sake, spring water sencha.
The village of Nantou of Chai Volcano is like hiding in this half-charming yuan song.
Entering the village, the thick and vicissitudes of the stone of the former residence of the mountain village "Firewood People's Home" are rough and full of spiritual beauty, allowing the wind and rain to blow and the years to pass, as if you can hear the whispers of the years, quietly witnessing one side of the landscape and one side of the people. The village roads are clean, the houses are quaint, and the courtyards are neat and patchwork. "The situation is high winds and evenings, and the yellow leaves of the mountains and mountains fly." Pieces of yellow and red autumn leaves drift through the streets and alleys, adding a touch of poetry to the quiet and comfortable mountain village and unfolding a beautiful picture.
Casually walking through the alleys, the autumn mood of orange, yellow, green, blue and purple is even more intense. Bunches of fiery red persimmons hang under the eaves of the east house, and yellow corn cobs hang in front of the pillars of the west house. There are purple sweet potatoes with fresh soil piled up here, and there are full peanuts that are spread out and dried at will, and the harvest scene is full of joy.
Yue Jia Chong Li persimmon like Dan, hanging high branches to annoy the mouth.
I have the privilege of picking it and taking a bite, and it will taste sweet next year today.
In front of a small courtyard, an old man with his little grandson picked persimmons, and a flower dog looked east and west in front of the door, barked twice, jumped a little, and wandered around the owner. One by one, the persimmons hanging high on the branches were squeezed and squeezed to bend the branches. Under the illumination of the autumn sun, persimmons are like shining red lanterns, reflecting the courtyard red. When the old man saw me, he smiled and did not speak, and casually handed me a large persimmon with a crystal clear appearance, bright and tender red, which made people want to drool when they saw it.
"Brother, I'm so embarrassed."
"There is an old saying in the mountains, 'Melons, pears and dates, whoever sees them bites'. You taste it. The persimmons in the mountains are sweet! ”
I was no longer polite, squeezing the persimmon stem, sniffing, fragrant, sweet. With a gentle pinch, Shunshi carefully tore open the skin as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing a soft persimmon mud, trembling with crystalline tender liquid, dangling leisurely, taking a sip, the viscous and clear juice, along the mouth until the internal organs, let people feel the thick sweetness of the people in the south of the Chai Volcano.
Goodbye old man, I continued to wander around the village. On a relatively high platform, there is an ancient stone table with several stone benches around it, and I don't know how many years they have been placed here. It's backed by a volcanic volcano. "The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only shining"; at this moment, the red light is brilliant and the sunset is idyllic.
The surrounding peaks that floated in the twilight clouds, suddenly far and near, if they were to leave, it was like a few light inks, smeared on the blue sky. On the hillside, by the stream, on the cliffs, the lively wild chrysanthemums and the jade bamboo flowers compete with each other, the yellow is dazzling, the white is dazzling, and the red is warm. Everywhere there were clusters of gold, clusters of yellow, mixed with a few strands of red and a few pieces of green, and the trees, shrubs, and autumn grasses were purple and red, colorful. The orange sunlight reflects on the flowers and plants, the proportion of colors is just right, more is too much, less is insufficient, and the changes are endless, which makes people marvel at the ability of nature to tone colors, and it is difficult for any clever painter to imitate it.
Sitting here, overlooking the whole village, the terrain of the village is staggered according to the height of the mountain, and the alleys of the cement floor are circling in the mountain village according to the terrain, and in front of the village is a stream of landscape. Children playing along the clear and winding stream, a few villagers returning from labor gossip under old trees by the stream, and several women pounding and washing clothes on the bluestone slabs flowing through the babbling stream, and the laughter is incessant, adding spirit and vitality to this secluded mountain village.
"Kaixuan Guan Jia Zhi Feng Years, Water Watering Flowers and Ancient Spring". His rich demeanor and joyful mood are immediately visible and imaginable. Sitting here, you can also watch the bluedest sky, watch the sunrise and sunset, and quietly sip a cup of tea. Relax yourself, listen to your inner voice, and be full of poetry. Wandering here, the soul is purified, the soul is sublimated...
Suddenly, a chicken chirped in the dense forest behind the green mountains, passing through the forest, bringing a faint fragrance of wild chrysanthemums. Can't help but remind people of Mei Yaochen's "Where are the people?" A chicken outside the clouds "That empty and clear mood." Living in poetry and cultivating the painting realm, how many people have the dream of spring forest in their hearts.
Buy a cattle to learn to farm, and the knotted hut is surrounded by forest springs.
Incessienne did not last many days, and went to the mountains for a few years.
Immerse yourself in this pleasant place, let the mountain wind blow away your sorrows, let the mountain springs water your soul, let the mountain colors paint your life...
Embark on the road home, some nostalgia. Looking back, the winding mountain roads, the clear streams, the clouds around the corners of the house, the clear spring flowing stones, it is not clear whether it is a scene or a painting. Flowing with the simple, elegant, and forest spring atmosphere of The Nantou Village of Chai Volcano, there are beautiful mountain views of "good peaks change everywhere, and the paths are lost alone"; there is the sweat of the labor of "the day out of the field and the night performance, the children of the village are in charge"; there is the pastoral pastoral song of "grass shop yokono six or seven miles, flute three or four sounds in the evening wind"; there is the leisurely leisurely and leisurely "sitting alone in the hedgehog, playing the piano and whistling for a long time"; and there are poems and distant places such as "opening the xuan noodle garden and talking about wine and mulberry".
Entering the new era, happiness is no longer as simple as eating and wearing warmth, and the people in the south of Chai Volcano pursue a green heart and a pure spiritual world, and write an ecological poem in which man and nature coexist in harmony. The slogan "Happiness is not waiting" on the wall in front of the village, with hope, faith and feelings, reflects the most moving silhouette of the vigorous and vibrant people of the south head of the Chai Volcano, brewing a sweet and honey happy life.
Chai Volcano Nantou Village, through the forest, haunting the heart, can not be forgotten for a long time. When you come, you don't want to say goodbye; when you leave, you always come back in your dreams.
There is a taste called nostalgia, there is a feeling in the south end of the Chai Volcano...
Author: Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, is a senior middle school teacher. Loves to write. Teaching papers, essays, paper cuts and other works have been scattered in many newspapers and online platforms. He has won many awards in the Essay contest and online literature competition.