yesterday was cold and dew, and the years have reached late autumn. The high-rise buildings in the city block the scenery of the distant mountains, and even if you look at the gap between the high-rise buildings, you can only see the corner of the vague mountains. The Hangzhou Tower is low in the mountains, unlike the South Huashan Mountain in my hometown. No matter how high the tower is, it can't stop its majestic spirit, and all the buildings are under its feet.
"A bend of water bypasses the city, and a castle peak embraces the ancient city." This is the truest portrayal of the scenery of the ancient city of Fenghuang. Tuojiang River is Phoenix's mother river, and Nanhuashan Mountain is Phoenix's father mountain. It is 7 meters high in the south of the county seat, with a total area of more than 2, hectares. * * * Seven streams in Jiu Feng stand around the city, and the west of Pingling is full of resentment, which rejects the evil wind in Jiangdong. Cangling bamboo, surrounded by clouds in the quiet valley, has lush trees and pleasant scenery. In the morning, the mist is clear, and in the evening, the setting sun is purple, sometimes with light makeup, and sometimes with green snails and temples, showing their charm in sunny and rainy days. Like a natural barrier, it has been silently guarding the ancient city for many years. It is known as the South China Jade, and it is one of the old eight scenic spots of Fenghuang in the ancient city. In the late autumn, Tian Xingliu, a layman, once praised him with seven verses: "The green hills are full of green smoke, and the first South China is the main peak. Sihe Songtao keeps going, and when it comes, it will add a bell to the temple gate. "
There is a magical legend about Nanhua Mountain: A long, long time ago, an old man with a fair complexion rode through this place on a crane road. When he saw the fishy wind flying in the valley and the miasma spreading, the trees and weeds all over the mountain withered and lifeless, he took out the clean bottle and sprinkled a few drops of clean water in the valley, and then the clouds cleared and the evil spirit disappeared. The dead wood on the mountain spits out new buds, the residual flowers bloom to the fullest, and the whole hill presents a beautiful scenery. It turns out that this old man is an Antarctic immortal. In order to thank him, people named this mountain Nanhua Mountain.
Speaking of Nanhua Mountain, it's a long time since I climbed it. Once in a while, I go back to my hometown, even if I'm so close, but I'm just too absorbed in meeting my friends to get close to it. I wonder if those places I remember walking through are still there with the development of tourism.
Before the tourism of Fenghuang Ancient City flourished, Nanhua Mountain was peaceful and quiet. Only in the morning or at dusk did people in the ancient city have the footsteps of morning exercise, and the idle stroll shattered its silence. At that time, there were many paths leading to the main peak. Now, due to the rise of tourism, Nanhuashan, as a major attraction of the ancient city, has been standardized, leaving only one main road leading to the top of the mountain for tourists to come and go. Only local residents know that there are still several paths to climb the mountain. The scenery of the four seasons is different, and the South Huashan Mountain in late autumn has its own unique charm, showing different charm. Bypassing the busy road, go up along the path behind Wenchang Pavilion. The stone steps of one level are paved along the mountain, flat and steep, winding and winding, leading to the peak like a ladder. On both sides of the road, ancient trees are towering, and unknown mountain flowers are occasionally seen in late autumn. The steeper the place is, the denser the trees are, the branches are connected, and the leaves are hidden from each other. During walking, those who board the plane will certainly have some feelings of winding paths leading to a secluded place. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
There are tables and chairs piled up with stones everywhere along the road. Stop and sit for a moment. The wind blows slowly, birds are singing in their ears, trees are making water, mountains are flowing around happily, and the fragrance is dispersed with the wind. It is really a wonderful landscape picture. Time seems to stop at this moment, giving up all the worries of the world of mortals, without triviality or distractions, and only delivering my heart to silence, to this mountain, this water, this tree and this grass. My mood is relaxed and my spirit is happy. Naturally, it is extremely pleasant.
further on, a monument to the martyrs stands proudly halfway up the mountain, where immortal loyalty is buried. Solemn and solemn, plain and speechless, people can't help but admire. Looking from the north, you can see that a peak stands upright, surrounded by mountains and shaded by dense forests, vaguely looming in the clouds, just like a fairy, standing still on the side of Tuoshui, and the beautiful Qifeng and the unique natural landscape reflect each other and blend well, which is one of the eight scenic spots of Phoenix.
at the turning point of the peak, there is a pavilion standing among the leaves, which reads "One Stop Pavilion". I think it's a long time, the pavilion columns are mottled, and traces of red paint can be seen. I don't know how many people have stayed here, and I don't know how many people have gone through the wind and rain. Only the cornice wind chimes are still ringing in the wind, awakening those falling times. A spring under the pavilion is like a singing ring. If the rising sun shines obliquely, rainbows will appear frequently, so this spring is named "Drinking Rainbow Spring". Holding the spring water lightly in the palm of your hand and sending it down your throat makes you feel cool, sweet and comfortable, or using this spring to brush your face can not help but cool and eliminate the fatigue of mountain climbing. After drinking the sweet spring, I stepped into the South China Zen Forest. Autumn is deep, leaves are everywhere, and I only smell birds, but I don't listen to the footsteps. It's quiet and ethereal. How can there be a secular world? When climbing to the highest place in South China, the ancient city of Phoenix was in sight, and I saw the green hills as the screen, the clear water as the belt, the stone slabs and alleys of the small town criss-crossing, pavilions and pavilions scattered all over the place, which was really refreshing and clear at a glance.
Nanhua Mountain deserves to be the father mountain of Phoenix, with magnificent momentum and pleasant scenery, which is hard to describe, not to mention the ethereal Zen sound of the morning bell of the mountain temple, the tranquility of the jathyapple of Xiqiao, and the underwater sound of the Vatican Pavilion. Just standing on the top of the mountain and enjoying the night view of the ancient city is a must. Standing or sitting at will, you can see the beautiful night view of the ancient city at your feet. It is a dream decorated with colorful lights, half of the city is like a dream in the twilight of late autumn. When a clear moon hangs in the sky, the soft light pours lightly on the Tuojiang River, neon lights on both sides of the river shine brightly in colorful colors, red lanterns hang on wooden windows and sway gently with the breeze, and the music in the bar is faintly audible. This situation makes people feel a kind of harmonious and gentle beauty.
the tranquility on the mountain, the noise under the mountain, the world on the mountain and the world of mortals under the mountain, are so close and seem so far away. Sitting quietly in this way, my heart will be at peace at this moment, let the mountain wind blow slowly, let the birds sing occasionally that night, make my thoughts diffuse like fog, blur the mountains, blur the jungle, embrace the moonlight in my arms, and let the originally restless heart slowly calm down in silence. Those tiredness, those annoyances, those diversities are far away from thoughts and gone with the wind. The outside is no longer important, the dust is no longer disturbing, the tired disguise is removed, and there is no need to bear anything.
People say that Phoenix is a place where time can be slowed down and the heart will be quiet, mostly because of the beauty of the landscape, the exquisiteness of this small town and the simplicity of the folk customs here, which makes the fleeting time unwilling to fly and makes the time idle.
I think I like late autumn very much, so I remember the autumn scenery of Nanhuashan most vividly. This season, Nanhua Mountain is gradually bleak between green and yellow, and the fallen leaves are dancing in the wind, and the patches are unbearable to count. There are still unknown leaves left on the branches in a corner to stick to the last touch of green. Sometimes the clouds are light and the wind is light, and sometimes it is drizzling, singing and whispering the yellowing stories in the fleeting time and the vicissitudes of the years.
Being in a foreign land, I don't know if October is coming to an end. How is my long-lost hometown? I wonder how many traces of the old days still remain in the memory of Nanhua Mountain. Under the fame, is that mountain still that mountain, and is that water still that water? Is the familiar old friend still the amiable face? I've been away for too long, and I don't know much about it. Only the wind is long and the clouds are long, carrying a wisp of homesickness floating in the blue sky.