At first, I was one of those tourists who swam together in Zhong Nanshan, southwest of Xi. As the saying goes, "longevity is better than Nanshan", and this Nanshan is the end of Nanshan. According to legend, Lv Dongbin once attained enlightenment here, and Wang Zhongyang, the founder of Quanzhen Sect, also practiced here. On this basis, Jin Yong incorporated Wang Zhongyang into his novels and became the best in the world, which is also very interesting.
The crisp and sunny autumn has attracted many tourists. If the vibrant spring is vigorous and restless, then the vast autumn is bleak and quiet. You need to go to a quiet place and savor it with a quiet heart. So I left the crowd, walked aimlessly, and inadvertently walked into a path with fewer and fewer people. Extending my steps along the winding path, I walked into this valley, Hong Yegu.
The valley is full of trees, and the trees in the valley are much stronger than the old trees outside the mountain. Look at the rough bark and the insects on the tree bite ants, and you will know how long the annual rings they grow. You will know that they have been tempered and weathered by nature and experienced the joys and sorrows of life.
The excitement outside the mountain has turned into a cold silence here. The trees here have been cold and silent for thousands of years. I think trees are the loneliest life in the world. In order to make the roots of life take root deeper, they have to grow more leaves, so that every autumn this cold valley will be decorated with more fiery and bright leaves than those outside the valley where tourists are constantly flowing, and burn in this uninhabited place.
The sun shines through the red leaves and falls at your feet.
Stepping on thick leaves and hay, I walked deep into the valley. A stream flows out of the dense forest. The stream is clear, light and agile. Bend down and put your hand into the stream, and your tentacles are cold and greasy. I saw a red leaf flowing downstream from the corner of my eye, and I picked it up. I saw the red leaves and clear veins, and I couldn't help thinking of a beautiful story about red leaves in the Tang Dynasty.
When Xuanzong proclaimed himself emperor, the poet Lu W went to Chang 'an for a ride and came to the Forbidden Palace and Yugou by accident, and saw a red leaf flowing out of the palace wall with the water.
When I picked it up, there was actually a poem on it: why is the water running too fast and the palace is idle? I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house. The red leaves still smell of powder. You can know at a glance that a talented maid-in-waiting pinned her depressed mood on the red leaves and wanted to spread it outside the palace. Lu W also wrote a poem with red leaves, and went to the upper reaches of the Yugou at the other end of the palace wall to let it flow into the palace, which was just picked up by the maids.
Later, he married a maid-in-waiting named Han, who was driven out of the palace. A Japanese family cleaned the house and found the red leaves collected at the bottom of the box, and suddenly realized. They each had mixed feelings about the display of the picked red leaves, so they wrote a poem on another red leaf: a beautiful poem walked with the running water for ten years; Today, they became husband and wife friends, only to know that Hongye is a good medium.
Going deep into the forest along the stream, the trees are getting older and older, Harrison is getting redder and redder, and the valley under the sunshine is like a sea of fire. At the end of the stream is a clear spring, which gurgles out like a pearl splashing jade. There is a remnant tablet askew beside the spring, with faint handwriting on it, but the years are too long and the moss is full, so it is impossible to see what words are written.
Zhong Nanshan is very close to the ancient Chang 'an. In the early Tang Dynasty, everyone worked hard and people with lofty ideals wanted to serve the country. Many powerful celebrities lived here in seclusion and were employed by Bertie, which was later called "the shortcut to the south". I'm afraid the tombstone of a hermit in this valley will never get the favor of the emperor, and no one knows it.
Another gust of wind blew the red leaves on the branches. A piece of red leaves whirled and fell leisurely, falling on my shoulder and around the remnant tablet. I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart.
There are two monuments beside the Taoran Pavilion in Beijing. On the side of one of the stone tablets is written a poem: I am a sword, I am a spark, I would like to live like lightning, and I would like to die like a comet. This is the tombstone of Gao, the early leader of the * * * production party. When Gao died, he wrote poems on the back of the photo, and after Shi Pingmei died, he wrote poems on Gao Tombstone. Next to another monument is the tombstone of his lover Shi Pingmei, a talented woman who was famous in Beijing in the 1920s.
There is a red leaf buried in Shi Pingmei's tomb, which reads: Autumn can't be closed all over the mountain, and a red leaf sends acacia. This is Gao's first love letter to Shi Pingmei. After Shi Pingmei's death, they were buried together in Taoranting, and the red leaves and photos were placed in Shi Pingmei's tomb, which realized her wish that "life can't depend on each other, but death can be buried together".
Gao worked selflessly for the revolution, but the treatment time was delayed due to appendicitis, and his illness worsened, leading to death. He is only 29 years old. And his lover, Shi Pingmei, Lacrimosa every day after his death. She was so sad that she died of depression three years later at the age of 26. This song "Love in Red Leaves" was a much-told story in Beijing at that time.
Red leaves dance in the west wind, making a sad sound. I just don't know if Hongye was moved by this love tragedy I told, or was she crying for her dying life? The leaves have fallen and will grow again next year. But we humans only have one life.
Love is beautiful and life is precious. When our life is the most beautiful in our life, just like the burning red leaves at this moment, what reason do young people have not to cherish and cherish the best youth in their lives? Because the red leaves will soon fall, and our youth will soon disappear.
The sun is setting more and more westward, and the sun is getting darker and darker. In the bloody sunset, the red leaves are still fluttering in the wind, radiating the last and most brilliant flame. I can't bear to walk out of this valley of red leaves, but my heart is still full of red leaves.