Because I have seen the Qiling Tower in daming temple, Yangzhou, and I have seen this tower in many places in Taihu Lake and Putuo Mountain, and even climbed it to look out. Where there are mountains and temples, there must be towers. It is not surprising that we have seen much in this respect.
If Mr. Wang hadn't been here and insisted on recommending it, I think I would have missed such a beautiful mountain view with prejudice. Strictly speaking, it is not a mountain, and the altitude is awkward, less than 40 meters.
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I secretly felt funny when I saw the words "Wuzhong First Mountain" at the entrance. How can it be called "the first mountain" when it is only over 30 meters above sea level?
I can't help thinking of Luojiashan in my college days. At least the altitude is 1 10 meters. But in my mind, such a slope is not a "mountain", but a slope.
Mountains, like Huangshan Mountain, must soar into the clouds and watch the sunrise in the sea of clouds. There are many rocks, which are extremely dangerous and misty, spectacular and fascinating.
That is caused by the divine power of nature, and it is a spectacle. The origin of the "first" mountain in Tiger Hill is definitely not here. It is the long years of 2500 years that endow it with humanistic temperament.
Walking all the way through the bluestone slab, walking across a bridge and looking at the ink paintings of floating people, I feel that this is Suzhou. The advantage of the old city is that the street view is immersed for a long time and the cultural color is bright, so people can still distinguish it.
Most of the new urban areas are "one thousand people", modern, simple, integrated, spacious and tidy, full of sense of order, people are not crowded and life is convenient. Except not being recognized.
Life without approval is probably the same everywhere. Everything around is so standard. Much the same, but it can be replaced.
Cities are like this now. The new is wrapped in the old, and the old is wrapped in the new. One inherits the past, and the other expands its territory to the future.
After staying in an unrecognized place for a long time, I gradually don't know what kind of country and culture I am in. I feel a little uneasy, floating in time like I have no roots.
Some people say that because of the rapid change, we have lost the deep connection with history, entered another "rootless" state, and began to become shaky and nihilistic.
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Then I came to a bridge. On the other side of the bridge is the Mentou Mountain in Tiger Hill, which looks like a temple gate with bright yellow walls. There is a tall Buddha statue on the left and right inside, which is very awesome.
The trees by the river are lush with yellow leaves in the middle. After a gust of wind, the fallen leaves fluttered with the wind and stopped on the river. Those trees, which have been around for many years, are tall, straight and shady.
After getting started, there are more people. We took a look at the "Hanhan Spring", but we can still see the spring water. Just avoid the crowd and take the path. But I don't know, we chose the "Cui Yong Villa" side at will.
"Cui Yongshan Villa" is built on a natural slope, which is divided into different levels according to the mountain situation, and the scenery is rich in change. It's like pushing a mountain gate and looking for a mountain road. Suddenly there are two ginkgo trees, and it is difficult for a person to hug. Husband and son can just surround each other.
If in a few weeks, when the ginkgo leaves are yellow, what a grand scene it will be!
Up the hill, the stone steps are slightly narrow. With the stairs to play with, the children began to feel refreshed. Climbed the mountain and offered to take pictures of him. There are all funny faces in front of the camera, and there is no positive shape. He posed happily himself, and I was only responsible for finding the right time to press the shutter.
China's gardens have winding paths leading to a secluded spot, one step at a time, and even dead ends are spared. Upstairs, there is a pavilion. Outside the courtyard is the eaves of the house of commons. There is a tree that is about to be dyed in the distance, which stands out in the gray and green.
Unfortunately, there is no sunshine on a gray day. Between the rocks, there is sunshine, and the echo of light and shadow is more layered.
Let the child sit on the side near the eaves and take pictures. It's like sitting on the roof. Are you going to "come in and uncover the tiles"? If you have such a temper, it is only a little wildness in the child's heart, a little naughty and playful temper.
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Further up, push the door through the circular side door. Climb the stone steps outside the white wall and gray tiles and come to the north gate of Cui Yongshan Villa.
Not far away, the white walls are mottled, loose in appearance and easy to fall off. The white wall has also turned black, with a slightly darker tone. It is engraved with the word "Lengxiangge", which looks like an official script, simple and elegant.
The Lengxiang Pavilion in the hospital is divided into two floors, with more than 100 red and green Bai Mei trees planted on the east, south and west sides. In winter and spring, the fragrance naturally comes. So this is a good place to enjoy plum blossoms.
At this time, the plum tree has no flowers, only a pink wild flower as low as dust, which attracted several bees to stop. Even if it was so subtle, the child found it and asked me to take pictures of the bees.
All the way to the south, suddenly enlightened, there is a moon door, titled "If Far", the font is pleasing to the eye. Along the way, the inscriptions have different styles, simple and dignified, flying and chic, vigorous and powerful, all just right.
It is said that there are Tiger Hill and Sword Pool inscribed by Yan Qi, the only son of Yan Zhenqing, a great calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, Wind Valley and Cloud Spring written by Mi Fei, four great calligraphers in the Song Dynasty, and Sword Pool written by Wang Xizhi.
I can't help feeling that the beauty of China's calligraphy should have been integrated into daily life. From the beginning of learning Chinese characters, it should be a lifelong artistic enjoyment, but we have already thrown the brush aside and can't even write beautiful words. I feel a little sorry to think about it.
A pen in the hands of the ancients can write and draw. It is undoubtedly the normal state of life to play chess, paint and write poems and songs. Building a garden is also a kind of poetic meaning, with intention in the scene and affection in the heart.
Just like the wisteria beside the moon gate, it must be in the East, which means "Purple comes from the East". Vines are crawling all over the gate. When the flowers bloom, purple with white walls, fragrant and pleasant.
After the entrance, tall trees covered the whole courtyard. Xiaowutai Mountain in the south and Lu Yujing in the east. Nowadays, as long as you see the name "Lu Yu", you will naturally think of tea. Is the spring water here used for watering tea trees or making tea? It seems that there must be a teahouse in the mountains to be complete.
I showed him, it was steep, there was water below, and it was still a green pool.
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Going up from Wutai, Tiger Hill is in front of you. The words "the sea is surging and floating" are engraved on the gate of Tiger Hill, and many vines are crawling on the white wall. Unknown for the time being, where can I see the sea?
It is said that in ancient times, Tiger Hill was a small island in the bay, and the tides appeared and disappeared. Therefore, Tiger Hill is also called Haiyong Mountain. The stars have changed, and the sea has become a mulberry field. Sangyuan has evolved into what it is today. With prosperity and crowding, it is a landscape of the world.
The noise outside turned this hilly land into a "Xanadu", hiding alone in the dense forest at the courtyard gate. It seems that the hermits in this world are silent about all the changes in the world and sit idly by.
The courtyard is Tiger Hill, which belongs to Yunyan Temple, also known as Yunyan Temple Tower. It was built in six years of Zhou Xiande in the Five Dynasties (AD 959) and two years of Stegosaurus in the Northern Song Dynasty (AD 96 1 year). The tower is seven stories high, with eight sides and brick eaves. Experienced many fires, the existing 47.7 meters. The tower leans to the north-northeast direction, but it doesn't fall. The tower is mottled, but it is still strong and heavy.
Autumn wind blows, leaves whisper, but what are the stories that have been dusty for a long time? Suddenly, most of the usual impetuousness went.
Is it really because of the sense of solidification of history along the way that I have a little sense of depth and weight in my heart, and feel that my daily affairs are so insignificant?
Some people say that this is a feeling of embracing the ocean, a sense of unity between man and nature and history, and you can forget yourself and be completely convinced.
Paying too much attention to individuals and self in daily life will make you more and more lonely. On the contrary, it is this vast and distant scene that makes people know the real existence of people. In that reality, there is something to do, something not to do, and a subtle sense of smallness.
A tower can stand for a thousand years, a tree can wither and flourish for a thousand years, and a calligraphy and painting can be celebrated for a hundred years. How can people live in time to be worthy of their own hearts and the world? Or can it help to convey something and save something?
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There are four doors in the tower yard to go down the mountain respectively. After listening to the whisper of the wind, we randomly chose a door on the right hand side to go down the mountain. If you are not familiar with the terrain, follow the times and go wherever you go.
Du Jing is on his way. Probably which road you choose, you can see what scenery. There are accidents, luck, the world in their own eyes, and their own choices and preferences.
If you choose this, you will miss it there. Unless time permits, you can walk around, look at all the roads and compare them. It's just that it's not allowed in most cases.
In the afternoon, I booked a bus to go home. Although I haven't enjoyed myself, there are still too many places to go, but I haven't had time to think about it next time. Every place has different scenery all year round, and there are opportunities to go again.
As the saying goes, "going up the mountain is easier than going down the mountain." Sure enough, the stone steps down the mountain are steep and narrow, and the handrails are too white. Running around with a little guy is always on tenterhooks, and he can't drag down or restrict his freedom. There is always a little "fear" in this freedom.
Touch the stone wall down the mountain and walk through one mountain gate after another. From top to bottom, you can see the autumn in the mountains, falling in the clear yellow-green veins, layer after layer.
Finally, I came to a bamboo forest, and it really was Maolin Xiuzhu, tall and straight. I remembered the sentence "I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo". In the end, there is no shortage of this "good" sustenance.
This time, I finally know how stubborn people's so-called "prejudice" and self-righteous judgments are. The so-called "what can I see" is a heart that has lost its exploration and gradually closed.
Ginkgo biloba is lined up in the north gate, and the sense of ceremony is outstanding. Unfortunately, the whole plant is still green. I think I will come again when the trees are golden.
Or Dongpo's sentence, "It's a pity that Suzhou doesn't visit Tiger Hill!"
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