The first time I went to fairy mountain in Wulong was in the summer of two years ago. The car goes up the river, and at the foot is the swift and deep Furong River, "the water is as strong as a knife". On both sides are cliffs towering like knives, which makes people dizzy. The water in other places is a symbol of femininity, but the water here is feminine, tough and wild. It is blue in green, with the enchanting charm of Cleopatra, as beautiful as jade in the south of the Yangtze River. Seemingly weak body, but like a sword, cutting the peaks, cutting out deep valleys and strange landforms.
Imagine tens of thousands of years ago, the earth's crust rose, the surface cracked, the river washed the mountain, roared, gasped and fought. What a thrilling experience! Nowadays, those once fights have solidified into the karst landform of Furong Cave. All kinds of stalactites such as bamboo shoots, waterfalls and silver needles, like a language that wants to say goodbye, silently tell the hills and valleys in the chest. There are also three natural bridges solidified halfway up the mountain, with cracks in tiankeng, which are magnificent, ingenious and epic. What a grand narrative poem!
After such a turbulent, bloody and fierce terrain, it is now the top of the mountain at an altitude of 2 kilometers, and everything has calmed down. It's early morning in fairy mountain, and pine forests, shrubs and meadows are shrouded in a veil-like mist, which is mysterious and quiet. The air was crisp and sweet, and the thin coolness soaked the clothes.
When the sun came out, the mist dispersed, the sky was blue and green, and cattle and sheep grazed leisurely in twos and threes. What a beautiful countryside! So I just enjoy it as a paradise. But I've always wondered why there are no more dangerous peaks and beaches here. Is it because of the changeable terrain of Wulong that it has become a high mountain plain?
Later, after reading chinese national geography, I realized that the fairy mountain National Geopark at the top of the mountain is a karst landform in western Hubei, which is extremely old. The natural bridge three in the middle of the mountain was formed in the mountains, and it was formed later. The furong cave at the foot of the mountain was formed in the canyon period, and the formation time was the latest. Furong Cave and Tiansheng Third Bridge are the karst landforms in the prosperous period of youth, which makes people desperate, while fairy mountain is an ancient karst landform, which has experienced soul-stirring fighting and cracking. However, with the growth of age, the dangerous peaks are razed to the ground by time, and the rapids are absorbed by the funnels and sinkholes formed by time. Those steep and thrilling are flat after all. Now, except for the * * * hillock, there are no steep peaks, only on the edge, and there are some karst traces.
Those magnificent ones do exist, and no matter how time changes, they can't change this magnificent past. However, it is profound, extensive, peaceful and harmonious, and all changes are included. What we see is just clouds and clouds, and the place is not surprised.
Therefore, fairy mountain is not just a cloud with light wind, green grass and flowers. It's an old wine, and it's been in Mika for a long time. It takes time to taste, and it takes time to suck it out. Unfortunately, many people just regard it as a cup of light sugar water, just tasting it.
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It is winter to go to fairy mountain again. Snow cover, white package. It has always been thought that the snow scene in the south is much better than that in the north. The snow scene in the north is always monotonous. Endless plains, endless white. No ups and downs, no surprises. The hills in the south are undulating, and the snow scene changes greatly. Especially because there are many evergreen broad-leaved forests, the snow hanging on the treetops has a unique style.
It is particularly snowy in fairy mountain. The wide grass is covered with a layer of white carpet, which is quiet and serene. Green shrubs and pine trees are hung with white pompoms, which are really cute. Snow covered with strange peaks and rocks, along with things, gave birth to many feelings. The moment when fine snow is falling and light fog is shrouded is more like a fairyland. The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds, and lead-gray clouds pass through the mountains of Daiqingshan. The branches on the cross slope are reflected on the horizon, and the shadows of the branches are very shallow. Just like an excellent ink painting. Walking through the snow, inadvertently, snowballs scattered from the branches, flying all over the face, but also surprised the sparrows who occasionally came to feed. When the peak turned around, a low wild pear tree stood in front of us. The branches were bent and pulled apart by the snow, and the snow fell and got into the neck.
Such a world of ice and snow, no matter how boring people are, will inevitably return to childlike innocence. There is thick snow under your feet. Grab a handful, roll it into a snowball, give your partner a surprise attack, or make a snowman from local materials. Skiing in alpine ski resorts will be more enjoyable.
Enjoy the time, the clothes are wet, the dusk is thick and the snow is more urgent. A group of people came to the restaurant and baked their clothes with charcoal fire. On the charcoal fire, the whole sheep was roasted golden, emitting bursts of meat fragrance. After a while, the clothes were dry and the cups, plates and bowls were brought up. A bunch of people who were already hungry also forgot their manners. They tore the whole sheep apart with their bare hands, dipped it in dried sea pepper noodles and put it in their mouths. Roasted mutton is crisp outside and tender inside, crisp and slag-melting, and the aroma is overflowing. Then a big bowl of soup was served, which was a chop suey soup made from sheep bones. This soup is as white as milk. Apart from the chop suey, the white radish is put aside and sprinkled with some chopped green onion and beard, which is fragrant and refreshing. Drink a bowl while it's hot. It's warm from head to toe and from the inside out. I burped when I was full and went out. The snow has stopped, and the blue night sky has stained the ground with a light blue and faint chill. The snowy mountain forest at night is like a quiet lady, with low eyebrows and sleeves hanging down, tactful and subtle.
Bing Xin, a writer, especially loves the snowy mountains under the moon. In her works, such a mountain forest is not suitable for the general to hunt at night, because riding a miscellaneous shout will destroy the smooth and flat snow and the quiet and cold moonlight; Not suitable for picnics, because noise and messy cups and plates will destroy the world of resentful poems; It is not suitable for friends to say goodbye, too much depression and lingering, not in the crystal snow moon and the empty mountains; It is not even suitable for nobles to wander and beautiful women to hide, because as long as someone exists, it will destroy this crystal clear and empty world with transparent Zen. There is only room for silent meditation, ileal meditation and wandering thoughts.
Bing Xin's Sunken Moon Forest is extraordinary, but it is too quiet. I like Wang Wei's "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The sun entered the Woods and shone on me from the green moss". The occasional human voice and the sunshine shining into the depths of the forest add a layer of human touch to the forest. And with the words of three or two people and a few rays of sunshine, the silence and openness of the mountain will be more peaceful. The empty valley is deeper and deeper, and the voice is deeper and deeper.
After experiencing cold, I feel warmer; After experiencing the noise, I feel more silent; Experienced vicissitudes, more indifferent. Experienced prosperity and returned to the ordinary. Tens of thousands of years ago, landslides broke out here, magma spewed, the earth's crust rose, and rapids surged. At that time, fairy mountain had already experienced a thrilling battle, and his blood was boiling. Today, 99 is one, and all rivers run into the sea. The vicissitudes of life are all in her heart, which has long been harmonious and inclusive. What is a few words and occasional noise to her?
three
I have been to fairy mountain several times and lived in Lili's house in Fairy Town.
Lili is my nanny's niece. She came to work in this city many years ago. She is a stranger here and stayed in my house for a few days. At that time, Li Li, who was unmarried, had a healthy complexion, a good face and a graceful figure. She dragged her long black braid and came to this city with infinite longing. She carries plates in restaurants and works as a waitress in hotels. Her most brilliant experience was that she was taken to training by the model team to participate in the model performance. After going back and forth to the countryside to get married and have children, it coincides with the development of tourism in fairy mountain. She borrowed money from her yard to build a two-story building to run the hotel. With the rising popularity of fairy mountain, the number of tourists has soared, and her hotel business is booming. Xia Dong is full every day in two seasons. There is no room without making an appointment in advance.
As long as I call her, she will definitely leave me a room, and no matter how much the hungry tourists give her, she will not move.
I love her farm alone. Pear trees were planted in the yard, chickens and ducks were raised, and a piece of land was left to grow some shallots and rattan vegetables. When she goes, she will touch two newly laid eggs, stroke a handful of onions, pick a handful of tender rattan vegetables, fry a delicious egg, fry a plate of green vine vegetables, pick the old bacon hanging on the kitchen beam, cut it into thin slices, and fry it with her pickled dried radish. Pears are delicious and mouth-watering when they are ripe in summer, or you can pick them yourself. It may have been watered by alpine snow water. Pears are especially sweet and crisp, with thin and juicy skin and slag at the entrance.
Business is good enough to expand. Someone advised her that it was a pity to keep such a big yard, and she could open a hotel with several floors! Li Li wiped her hands with an apron and said, I'm up. What about my pear tree? Where should I put the cats, dogs, chickens and ducks? Besides, money is inexhaustible. I think it's fine now, and I don't want to get tired of it.
Li's daughter is thirteen years old and is in junior high school. The boy is seven years old and goes to primary school. The family lives a rich and comfortable life.
The girls in her family often help their parents wash vegetables, dishes and clothes in the yard. When the weather is fine and there are not many things in the shop, she cooks hot water and takes it to the yard. She put down her long black hair and washed it with hot water in a porcelain basin with flowers. Sometimes the bubbles of shampoo will fly in the sun and give off colorful light. Boys who are doing their homework will come and play with them. Girls often scold him for being naughty. He will also let his mouth tell him to get a towel and water. At that time, time seemed particularly long, slow, quiet and peaceful.
Lily sometimes leans against a pear tree and looks at the children. The girl's freshly washed hair hung over her shoulders, lush and dense, just like when she was young. Occasionally, I talk to her about the days when she worked in the city. She just said: At that time, she was still young and not sensible.
Suddenly, I remembered a poem I read: "In early spring, the crackling rain fell on the roof/the neighbor's girl walked barefoot/her cheerful washing sound came from the patio in front of the door/the brick floor in the garden was resurfaced/the light in the room suddenly dimmed/and there was snow in my eyes-/through the buzz of bees/a person was reading a yellowed ancient book/river water.
Isn't the whole fairy mountain just a quiet ship? With the traces of years, the quiet and turbulent wind and cloud will turn into the peace of the earth. The fallen flowers in the river, the wanderers in the plains and the earth-shattering in the depths of the earth are all carried by quiet years and sail for peace, leaving only endless aftertaste for the world.