that mountain
I used to live in the arms of a teenager, and the teenager was nestled in the bosom of the mountains, so when I talk about the teenager, I feel nostalgic, and when I remember that mountain, I feel warm.
The teenager's mountain is not as steep as Huashan Mountain, as majestic as Huangshan Mountain and as towering as Mount Tai. Instead, it twists and turns, like a silent strict father, more like a loving mother. When you look up at the mountains, the blue sky is its canopy and the white clouds are its shawls; Rock is its flesh and blood, and vegetation is its jade clothes; The waterfall is its singing, and the flowing spring is its ring. The sea of pines and bamboos is full of mountains, and the slopes are lush and green. It's like thousands of waves rushing down, and it's like countless raiders crawling up. When you climb to the top, people walk in the sky, Wan Liyun is born on the chest, overlooking the sea of clouds and rolling waves, and overlooking the mountains, it is a blooming violet, it is a rushing black dragon; Reservoirs are mirrors of mountains, and streams are necklaces of mountains.
The cloud is a frequent visitor of teenagers, and the fog is a friend of mountains. "Cloud to mountain is better, cloud to mountain picturesque. The mountains are bright because of the clouds, and the clouds are high. " Clouds make mountains magical, and mountains make clouds charming; Fog makes mountains smart, and mountains make fog affectionate. Fog churned and spread, rising from the valley of Ran Ran, taking houses and trees into his arms; Clouds are soaring and chasing, climbing up the cliff, diffusing into the canyon, and hiding the mountain village in the clouds. Once I went home to visit, I climbed Dayueling, and I was in the fog. My ears were as deaf as when the plane took off and landed, and my body was as light as a feather. I am as clear as a newborn baby, and I am as quiet as a submarine. Suddenly, the breeze blows away the white fog, and the sky is bright and blue, and the peaks of the sea of clouds are stepped on. The peaks are like violets coming out of the water, and they are like empty fairy mountains. Clouds are flying in the valley, chasing, pushing, bridging and rippling. "Static as practice, moving as smoke, light as floc, wide as sea and white as cotton." Sometimes the cloud is as heavy as a mountain, and sometimes the mountain is as light as a cloud, so you can't tell whether it is a cloud or a mountain. At this time, the sound of springs in the east and the sound of birds singing one after another, what an artistic conception of "the lake and the mountains are locked in the clouds, and the sounds of nature are heard in the fog".
In the early morning, the mountains are a group of shy girls. The clouds are steaming and hazy, and the weather is myriad. Sometimes their heads are covered with white gauze, and sometimes their waists are cut with plain silk ribbons. They dance lightly in the sea of clouds, sing songs in the morning glow, and greet the sunrise in the East China Sea. Suddenly, on the towering Yunfeng, the cliffs shine. In the lush forest, the clouds cleared away. The mountains in the sunset are a group of mysterious young women. The peaks facing west are still flushed, and the peaks facing east have been silent into half indigo. The rising Shan Lan is a holy white gauze, and the chirping birds are full of worries. At this time, the mountains are serious and warm, solemn and romantic; At this time, the clouds are red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, like a painter's palette.
because of the continuous mountains, there are winding roads. The teenager's road overlooks like a sea of lightning, and looks like a cloud belt in the blue sky. That is the ileum of Jiujiuqu, the mood of Qian Qian knot; It was the deep affection when I was young, and the lingering in my eyes. Sometimes the left disk turns right, suddenly drops, and falls straight to the bottom, as if falling into an abyss; Sometimes, the layers are stacked one after another, and the bays are connected, leaning against the mountain walls and heading straight for the lonely people. The teenager's road is a dancer's sleeve, a chapter of calligraphy, a line of the painter, and a song with three sighs.
The bamboo slope of the teenager is connected with the bay. They are humming in the breeze and dancing in the gale. Standing proudly in the frost and snow, dancing under the lightning. Not afraid of secular subversion, not disturbed by the world, the spirit of self-purification, self-purification, self-kindness and self-beauty, while suppressing the moral character of softness, is not only a green painting, but also more like a lyric poem, which has attracted many scholars' praise: "It's a freezing festival, and it's a time to cultivate jade and snow. There is nothing to write and can be, and there is a vivid month. " (Song Yang Wanli's "Singing Bamboo") "You don't need to cut it into a Ming Feng tube, you don't need to cut it into a fishing rod. After thousands of flowers and herbs wither, they stay in the snow. " (Tang Bai Juyi's "Window Bamboo") "The autumn wind crossed Xiaoxiang last night, and it was always crazy to touch the stone and wear the forest; Only the bamboo branches are not afraid, but they have a thousand fights. " (Zheng Banqiao's Inscription Painting in Qing Dynasty) When you are in a sea of bamboo, you will know what it means to be tall and straight on barren soil, to be modest at the top of your ambition, to be United in the intricacies, and to be sober when the situation changes.
The teenager's rock is Qu Yuan who sings in groups. Although his description is haggard, his belief remains unchanged. The teenager's rock is a flock of goshawks. Although they have been dormant for many years, they are ready to take off. Some of them are like green screens erected on hills, and some are like yaks scattered on mountainsides; Some are like elephants running with their heads held high, and some are like crocodiles living in swamps. More irregular structure, four unlike shapes, exposed by the sun, struck by lightning, hit by rain, torn by the wind, motionless, speechless, but the wind and rain of the years gave birth to a few moss, and the sharp sword of time carved out several wrinkles. Standing upright for thousands of years, waiting for you indefinitely, carefully examining the flowers and falling, laughing at the clouds and clouds.
when you walk into that mountain, your impetuous mood flows into the clear spring in the mountain, and your tired body is full of green vitality; Walking into that mountain, the lofty mountains replaced the vulgarity and lewdness, and the bright moon and the breeze blew down the name and locked it.
that water
is mountainous, so it is full of springs.
The young man's spring is the most naughty. He just shouted and jumped into the deep pool without saying a word. Just now, I skipped around and hid in the grass and disappeared; The fountain of the teenager is the clearest, the blue sky shines, the white clouds are rinsed, the green leaves are dipped, the roots are filtered, the grass washes the hands, and the birds moisten the voice. The fountain of the teenager is the most glittering, it is the light of the sun, it is the jewelry of rosy clouds, it is the eye of the stars, it is the tear of the moon, it is the love of flowers, it is the acacia of green grass; Young people's spring is the most beautiful, it is a bird outside the clouds, it is the Fengming in the deep valley, it is the harp played by the stream, it is the flute blown by the spring, it is the crooning of Songtao, and it is the clever smile of green bamboo.
The fountain of teenagers is colorful. The spring in the crevice of the rock wall is from point to line, forming a trickle of veins, which makes it sound tinkling in winter. It gradually turns into a clean stream, running like a pearl necklace, perching like a jade jade, it crosses the rugged rocks and caresses the coiled ancient trees, gently like a thousand green satin, and downhill like a thousand pearls. "The stone is broken and turned into a little jade bead splash; When the rain blooms, it is like a white lotus floating. " If you jump off a cliff, a clean stream will turn into a white practice flying in the air, and a rainbow will hang on the chest of the waterfall.
The fountain of teenagers is colorful. In the sun, it is a bright golden dragon; In the rosy clouds, it is a gorgeous neon; In the moonlight, it is the deep blue of a gem; When flowing, it is a glittering and translucent jade belt; At rest, it is the light blue of peace. From afar, it is a distant blue color; When lifted, it is clear and transparent. "moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks" is bright silver, "a rillet sings over winding rocks, the sun is tempered by green pines" is quiet, "Zhanzhan Yuquan color, leisurely floating clouds" is jade white, "Splashing stones is empty and sunny, flying waves and spraying snow is still cold in summer" is white. When the fish swim, the spring water is black; When the golden pheasant is dressed, the spring water is colored; When the rhododendron flowers in spring look after themselves, the spring water is pink; When the ginkgo in late autumn shines on the waves, the spring water is golden.
The young man's spring water is beautiful. Young people "smell birds all the time, and springs are everywhere". The sound of springs is crisp, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes present, sometimes absent, sometimes high and sometimes low. "The sound of a stone rushing into a tiger's roar, and the sound of a spring spouting is a dragon's song" is a sound; It's a sound that "the flowers are slippery at the bottom of the flowers, but it's difficult for the spring to flow under the ice", "the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft", "the spring sounds like a deer, and the dead flow day and night" is a sound, and "the clear spring is connected with the Milky Way, and the treasures are not the same as the bright water" is a sound. It is classical music, and what is surging in my heart is romance; It is the hypnosis of loving mother, and the warmth rises from the bottom of my heart; It is a girl's whisper, and the heart is full of beauty. This voice, like divine comedy, is like nature, which goes deep into people's hearts and cleans up the dust of the soul.
The young man's spring water is more poetic. Once, I saw a few lively tadpoles at the edge of a brook with balls splashing jade, shaking their heads and tails, all dark, which reminds people of Qi Baishi's Frog Rang Ten Miles Out of a Mountain Spring. Although there is no small frog in the picture, it makes people faintly hear that the frog croakes in the distance and plays a moving movement in response to the rushing water, creating a realm of "painting in poetry, painting in poetry". In fact, the young man's spring water is more than the artistic conception of Baishi's famous paintings. It is an artistic conception to "reflect the sky and make rain in the air", to "separate the spring bamboo, smell the sound of water, like singing the ring" is an artistic conception, to "close the city in the middle of the night, gurgling at the bottom of the pillow" is an artistic conception, and to "moonlight in its groves of pine and stones of crystal in its brooks" is even more an artistic conception.
The young man's spring water pours into a series of streams, which is actually more appropriate. Although there is a gesture of winding back and forth, there is no momentum of flat tide and wide shore. Most of the rocks are hidden in the stream, and all the cliffs stand on both sides. The spring hit the stone, gurgling and rushing into the pool, laughing. Ming Che, a brook, is quiet, charming, with affectionate poems and silvery melodies. It is as pure as a girl and as clear as a fairy tale ... The morning glow is rendered in the brook-carmine, rose, golden red, orange, golden yellow, lemon yellow, violet, peacock yellow and lake blue. The sunset glow shines in the stream, like a burning flame, like molten bright gold, like floating colored silk. The stream in the moonlight is sparkling and quiet as a nocturne, quietly flowing through people's hearts.
The young man's stream finally flows into the large and small reservoirs, just like the large and small emeralds embedded in the mountains. The teenager's Shantang Reservoir is not as bright as the plains, ponds and lakes, and the red lotus is swaying, and there are no flowers and bamboos on both sides of the river. Instead, it does not apply makeup and faces the sky. It either flows into the kitchen of every household or rushes to the green farmland. Without the blocking of weeping willows, the mountain pond is more transparent; Without the cover of lotus leaves, the pond water is clearer. The teenager has three reservoirs, Qiaoying, Zhailing and Changzhao Reservoir. Whenever the night is quiet, the teenager's mountains will be covered with moonlight, cross the flower path, walk into the depths of the blue waves, wash away the lead, wash away the hard work, wash away the secular world, and give you a shocking beauty the next day.