Ludu Stone Forest for the weekend
Text/He Dayao
Yang Jinpeng, a literary friend, posted several beautiful pictures of the Stone Forest in a circle of friends, which made my heart itch and I couldn't wait to find out where the Stone Forest was. The literary friend replied: Huya, Levin Town, wangcang county.
I invited Shi Shuhua, a brother, friend and teacher, to go with me last weekend. I was going to bring some snacks and drinks to enjoy a romantic lunch in the sun in Shilin, but Mr. Shi denied it. The direct reason for the denial is: "Two old men who have a big snack in broad daylight and in public are not only not romantic, but also lose their elegance." He insisted on taking me to Luyuan, a farmhouse in Luting Hot Spring Scenic Area, to experience the fun of the new countryside.
There is a couplet inscribed by Zhang Kuansheng, a famous calligrapher, on the column at the middle gate: "The Levin tribute at the foot of Hanwang Mountain is elegant, and the wild vegetables in Micang are also happy." It accurately summarizes the rich historical and cultural heritage, rich products and beautiful environment here.
When I first went upstairs, it was a blessing: I ran into Wang Yong, the son of Chuanjiang, He Ping from Micangshan, Wu Yamin, the master of calligraphy, and Mu Xinmin, the master of photography, whom I admired for a long time. Everyone sat around and had a cup of tea, pouring out their admiration and enjoying the pleasure of meeting. Speaking of creative experience and exchange of writing experience, there is no process from being well-known to being a confidant, and it is enjoyable. Who said that "scholars have despised each other since ancient times"?
Teacher Wang Yong said that our literary creation should be like a hen laying eggs, which clucks a few times to let the world know about our work and let them know and judge our works. Only those who have tasted the eggs have the best say. The purpose of laying eggs is to let readers taste them. Teacher Wang Yong's metaphor opened my eyes. I was always embarrassed to forward my own works before, for fear that others would say that I was fishing for fame and commenting on my works. In the final analysis, I was not confident and atmospheric.
after lunch, we couldn't wait to hover along Damaopo and go to Huya to find the Stone Forest with the ink fragrance of Chuanjiang's masterpiece "Calligraphy in the World". The terraced fields on the upper floor of Damaopo, the green crops, and the orchards with blooming leaves all show the essence of "Damaopo Spirit". There is a farmer who is building a new house by the roadside on Banpo. When the foundation stone was laid, the fireworks and firecrackers scattered brightly in front of the car in the sun, and there seems to be a smell of sulfur nitrate in the air. The householder greeted the busy workers with a smile, and the corners of his mouth were full of pride and happiness. I couldn't help but open the window and wave hello to them, and I got smiling faces. Frequent waving hands, red bricks in hands, brick knives with sand and ashes, and smoking cigarettes perfectly constitute a warm picture scroll.
the car is walking through the Woods, and the light beams that drill through the leaves and vines interweave the space into colorful colors, and the birds and flowers are stuffed into the car, which is refreshing.
When I arrived at Huya, I didn't see the Stone Forest. Only when I got off the bus did I know that Jin Peng, a literary friend, had misremembered the place name. The location of the Stone Forest was Ludu Village, not Huya Village. Ludu Village was opposite to Huya Village, on the top of the highest mountain in Damaopo.
When I asked for directions, I suddenly saw a piece of green oil. Going forward, it turned out to be a layered tea garden. Although I have heard about Levin tea for a long time, I still stumbled into the depths of the tea garden by mistake, and I was lucky enough to see the face of Huya Tea Garden in Levin Town in spring. The rows of tea trees seem to have been calculated, and as the terrain spreads, the greenery attacks people. Tea trees and tea gardens abound in this land. There are still flowers that have not withered in the branches, all of which convey the message of blooming flowers not long ago. It's a pity that I didn't come here for it, but it was a pleasant surprise!
After seeing Huya Tea Garden, I turned around and went to the old Longgang family farm in ten minutes. The field of vision here suddenly widened, and dozens of acres of dams appeared in front of us, leveling the potato seedlings that had just come out of the ground, shaking the dark green heads into gray-black straight lines in the sun, and dividing the yellow land into gold belts. The blue sky and white clouds are close at hand.
the stone forest is on the right hand side of the dam of laolonggang family farm, with a small area of only about one acre, but it is unique. Elsewhere, the stone forest is like a forest with branches and leaves, and its teeth are staggered. The stone forests here are mostly flaky and neatly arranged, such as soldiers lined up for reading, or layers of screens, with holes running through them, big or small, round or square, with different modality. Organized with the concave and convex stripes on the stone into a portrait with rich expressions.
A stone is slightly bull-shaped, lying next to the stone forest, which reminds me of my great-uncle, Mr. Lantian, Wen Xiu, who visited Wuquan Stone Forest in the late Qing Dynasty, and saw a huge stone that looked like a cow lying on its back and blurted out a poem:
The grotesque stone is just like a cow, lying in the mountains for thousands of years.
The grass is hard for Qi Mei to talk about, but the shepherd boy doesn't look back.
the wind blows all over the body, and the rain makes the whole body sweat.
today, there are few ropes on the nose, and heaven and earth are lazy at night.
I marvel at nature's uncanny workmanship, and admire the exquisite huazhang written by literati.
On the right side of the Stone Forest, there is a round mountain bag. You can go around the hill by drilling a cave through several wooden bridges. The entrance of the cave is low, only one person can crawl through it, and there is a hole on the open side in the middle, which looks like a leaf. People take pictures at the entrance, just like elves on leaves.
It takes about 2 minutes to go back to the dam around the hill. There is a protective railing nearly 2 meters long and about 1.5 meters high on the cliff side of the dam. Looking from the railing, the distant mountains are like Dai, and the long rivers are like jade. Green pines and cypresses, green seedlings, such as ribbons winding roads, such as red walls and blue tiles dotted with stars, are all in sight, once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky..
The mountain wind is strong, and several short Gu Song trees on the hillside bend the branches on the windward side and lengthen the branches on the leeward side, following the example of Huangshan welcoming pine, and faithfully and warmly receive tourists from far and near. Stepping down the steps in the direction of pine trees, the tea trees on the small slope sway round and round, reaching out a pair of chubby little hands, overflowing with unique fragrance and refreshing the sense of smell. The newly planted cherries are unwilling to be lonely, shyly revealing the yellow teeth the size of rice grains, and struggling to show great hope.
I talked with the hostess of this land hopefully.
The hostess said that this is an eco-agricultural park built by their family. They found the Stone Forest when they were digging for land and kept it intact. The hardening of the roads in the Stone Forest and the construction of the fence at the edge of the cliff were all paid by themselves. Visitors can not only provide free tea without charge. What a simple mountain man. I asked her why she did this. She said that her husband is the branch secretary of this village and has inherited the spirit of several generations of Damaopo people: when people are alive, they should do things that are beneficial to the public. I stood in awe and threw my fist at the hostess.
When I bid farewell to my hostess, my mouth was full of the fragrance of her new tea. Teacher Shi and I strolled along the roads and paths in the forest, digging out the novels we had written in the past to discuss and comment, arguing with different opinions and laughing after reaching an understanding.
On our way home, the sound of pines and kingfishers recorded our happy mood this weekend.
Author's brief introduction
He Dayao, male, born in July 1966, is a group of people from Changcun Village, Dade Town, wangcang county. He is now a worker and grass-roots correspondent of Huarong Shidonggou Coal Industry Company of Sichuan Coal. He has successively won the honorary titles of the third national "Scholarly House" and the national advanced individual in coal mine literature and art from 219 to 22. The literary book Wild Cherry Blossom, published in 221, was rated as one of the top ten literary works in wangcang county.