I remember when I put on my work clothes for the first time and was about to enter the factory gate, my father called me forward, drew a pine tree and a flower on the paper, and asked me which one I liked.
I was a little confused at first, but then I suddenly realized it and chose pine trees. With a satisfied smile on my father's face, he told me that the gorgeous flowers make people obsessed, but they are only beautiful for a while. The low-key green pine is bland in color, but it can stay green all year round. When doing things as a person, you should think about some principles.
Since then, every time I see a pine tree, I stand aside and appreciate it carefully. Whether it is pitch pine, podocarpus, five-needled pine, gold pine, masson pine... Now, my loving father has long gone, but those pine trees and those words often come back to me, even affecting my values. It attracts me to go deep into the mountains many times, sit against the pines, watch the clouds and listen to the waves.
Ancient pines are common in scenic spots in the suburbs of Beijing. Under Fenghuang Ridge in Haidian, the 800-year-old pine has a crown like a green umbrella. In the Heishan Village in Changping, the trunk of the thousand-year-old pine looks like a crouching dragon... witnessing thousands of years of vicissitudes. The ancient pines that have undergone tremendous changes never compete with the flowers of spring and summer. Facing the desolation of autumn and winter, never be pessimistic. When the wind and rain hit, it still stood upright and its majesty remained undiminished; when the wind and snow blew over it, it remained green and smiled against the severe cold.
The “pine scene” that makes me most shocked and intoxicated is the endless forest sea in Yanqing Songshan. Especially the pines and waves coming from far and near, like an iron horse and a glacier coming into a dream.
I remember that summer, I walked deep into the winding path of Songshan Nature Reserve. The long-lost cicadas in the modern city were singing lyrically, and the colorful flowers and leaves presented a dreamy appearance in the bright morning light. feel. Occasionally, the wind blows, and the low hum of ancient pines in the distance can be heard in my ears. The rhyme and momentum are like an epic poem that runs through ancient and modern times, thick and free, full and deep.
Leaning on the pines is actually inseparable from admiring the rocks and listening to the water. That was the standard configuration for the detached ancients to travel alone in the mountains and rivers and live wildly. Viewing rocks on Songshan Mountain is the first pleasure after entering the mountain. The strangely shaped boulders in Songshan Nature Reserve interact wonderfully with waves of pines and gurgling streams, and contrast with the tranquility and mystery of the ancient cliff dwellings not far away. Entering the valley, you can see jagged rocks everywhere. The "Thunder-Cracked Stone" divided into two sections, the "Huannu Stone" lying quietly by the pool and shaped like a washerwoman, and the huge rocks that resemble a boat, an awakening lion, a couch, and a toad... are all intriguing. I wonder if something dramatic happened here in ancient times? After the incident, everything froze and stood still. Only the soul hidden in the strange rocks has been silently watching all the comers?
In the season of sweating and sweltering heat, it is very suitable to go to Songshan to listen to the water. Lying on your back on the colorful lawn and listening to the melody of the stream is an indescribable enjoyment. The topwater sharks and water-covered rocks at the scenic spot are enough to arouse people's imagination. There are also strange water features such as triple water and turbulent water. As I slowly approached, I was greeted by the soothing mountain breeze and the fragrance of wild flowers. The clear sky and light clouds... blend into one, making people escape from the world and enter the fairyland.
The scene in front of you is called "turbulent water". The strange thing about this waterscape is the word "chaos". I clearly saw a clear wave pouring down from the grass between the top cliffs, and the water was strong. Suddenly, the water was divided into countless streams by the rocks along the way below, as if it was cut into several sections by an oncoming sharp blade. So it fell like rain and wisps. On the surface, the rocks blocking the water flow in the dark make a spectacular waterfall disappear, making it difficult for the cathartic torrent to flow thousands of miles. Thinking about it conversely, the rocks that ruined the waterfall scenery actually made the huge flow flow, thus becoming a wonder and a famous scene in Songshan Tangzigou - "Mingquan Washing Jade". The ancient poet's ode to "flowers blooming in the wild and turbulent water flowing in autumn ponds" is a description of the natural landscape that is free from restraints and enjoys itself. How imaginative! I think a lot about this. If it weren't for the obstruction of rocks, which turned the freely pouring water into strands of "chaotic water", even if the water pouring was spectacular, it would be difficult to escape the word "mediocre". The waterscape created by heaven and earth is like this. Is it not the same in life and work?
Marching to exhaustion, we happened to encounter Tangzigou Hot Spring. Not caring to ask Yuansou in detail, he took off his clothes and went inside to soak quietly. When I felt relaxed and refreshed, I took out the green tea I brought with me and sipped it carefully, I saw an old man walking towards the mountain. After chatting with him, we learned that the old man was once a teacher at a key middle school in Beijing and loved reading historical and geographical classics. After retirement, he returned to his hometown and volunteered as a forest ranger in order to "be close to the mountains and rivers, listen to the pines and see the clouds."
The old man pointed to the hot springs and quoted from scriptures...
During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Li Daoyuan, a high-ranking official and geographer, recorded the architecture and hot springs here in "Shui Jing Zhu"... …If there is a temple above, it will be next to the Zhong Temple. On the right side is a warm soup that can cure all kinds of diseases.” The calligraphers of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Wang Cizhong and Li Daoyuan, both lived not far from here. One was born in Huailai County, not far away, and the other was born in Zhuo County, a close neighbor of the capital. Regarding this hot spring, records in ancient books are that as early as the Northern Wei Dynasty more than 1,500 years ago, a pool had been carved out of stones for "ladies to bathe." An inscription left in the Qing Dynasty praised Songshan as "a good place for health care" and "a holy place for health care".
It is a rare opportunity in life to come to the Songshan Liang scenic spot and lean on the pines to look at the clouds. In the depths of the dense forest, I chose an ancient pine tree that was over 600 years old. I nestled gently on the trunk exuding rosin and looked up at the clear sky and light clouds from the gaps between the branches. For a time, the gains, losses, honors and disgrace that were stagnant in my heart quietly disappeared with the clouds. What remains is the chirping of birds nearby and the gurgling spring in the distance.
Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and the mighty pine waves rang in my ears, deafening and deafening. The slender hosta-like pine leaves seemed to be dancing drunkenly, and the squirrels jumping happily in search of pine nuts quickly disappeared into the green bushes. Listening to the pine waves that come and go, like dragons roaring and tigers roaring, I am really drunk. I deeply understand that Xin Qiji's drunken state "Yesterday, I fell drunk beside the pine. I asked the pine how I was drunk?" was definitely not caused by greed for alcohol. It was just because facing the rolling pine waves, he thought of the iron horse glaciers, flags and golden drums, and regarded the sweeping pine waves as a thousand Thousands of troops and horses rush to attack.
I don’t know how long I lingered in Songshan that day. Because the rocks, the water, and the pines are so integrated with my body and mind that they are indistinguishable from each other. There is really no comparison between the joy of going into the mountains and reading about the wonders, and the wealth and splendor of a prosperous city, with bright clothes and angry horses...