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Just like facing a giant landscape, the first thing you see is a large blank, empty and silent, which makes people feel small at once. So there is a desire to look down and shout. I opened my mouth and roared, but my voice stayed in my own acre.
What an empty lake!
Jinsheng Lake is surrounded by mountains, but they are far away, just like a light green picture with healthy ink. They leave a vast space for the lake. The lake seems to understand this. With the help of wetlands, beaches, meadows and gentle slopes, it maintains a natural connection with mountains. It seems that the two are integrated, and there is no obvious boundary. This mutual concession between the lake and the mountain abides by the natural ethics, and they give up each other's realm. Between heaven and earth, everything that is true, good and beautiful knows how to give up a little. The mountain gave way to the river, the river gave way to the farmland, the farmland gave way to a ridge of soil, and the ridge of soil gave way to flowers, instead of tearing it down or holding a group to keep warm. This also applies to prose and so on.
In fact, the lake also knows how to give up, it gives up a large area of wetlands around it; The wetland gave up the beach again; The beach gave way to Dianzi, which is full of flowers and shallow grass. In this polite way, they created an ethereal world full of vitality.
Several tourists who drove to the lake before me stood by the lake and pointed to draw pictures. They all glanced at the empty lake and looked up at the same empty sky, complaining that it was too empty and monotonous, so they immediately turned away-maybe the crowded West Lake in Hangzhou was more suitable for them. As soon as these people left, I felt as if some ink had been erased from the picture.
In the empty space, I accidentally found an ink spot, perhaps too far away, seemingly static and seemingly invisible. At the moment, I prefer to think of it as an ancient hand holding a brush and carefully leaving a point on the rough surface. That "point" is the beginning, the certainty of existence, and the silence at the beginning of eternity. Because of the extreme silence, "line" has the desire to explore and express.
Sure enough. Under my long-term gaze, the distant "ink spot" has a sense of movement. It is like an autumn leaf falling on a huge silk, gently pushed by the palm of a breeze, slowly and patiently. This is indeed a small boat. It seems that the birds are slowly shaking at me from the depths of time, and the birds are rising and falling with the sound of paddles. At that moment, all the written descriptions about ancient times were not as vivid as the boat in the boundless emptiness.
Similarly, the extremely empty sky has also changed. At first, a bold wild duck broke in. It circled in the blue sky, then drew a curve and circled again, making a few creaks that only the same kind could understand. Then, three or five, seven or eight, and then a batch after batch. Goose and swan are here. A few eagles followed. In fact, the lake they are looking for thousands of miles away is under their stomachs at this time, but they don't seem to be in a hurry to land, but they hover and sing on the lake, sometimes disappearing in the distance and flying back in an instant. The empty blue sky is more distant and silent because of them.
These birds, who came from afar in a hurry, will continue their journey to the south after a short rest here. The emptiness of Jinsheng Lake seems to be for them.
Ground calligraphy
I didn't mean to drag my feet. If we compare the reformed strict array on Jinsheng Lake to a gobbledygook, then countless fresh streams around the lake are gobbledygook.
Judging from the cultural connotation of configuration, Chinese characters originated from nature. Our ancestors created Chinese characters by carefully examining the movements of objects, birds and animals, which must be related to rivers. The smart river twists and turns, ups and downs, and walks slowly. How similar it is to the ever-changing ink lines under wool!
On the sparsely populated Jinsheng Lake, streams still retain the original appearance of nature, flowing freely in meadows and wetlands. The straightness, the music, the hand in hand, the hug, the walk alone. Its width, depth and direction completely follow the laws of nature, and no one will disturb or change them, so each stream here has its own unique personality and aesthetic character. This reminds me of the Huaihe River, a big river in the north. More than ten years ago, I once measured the river from beginning to end with my footsteps. What I saw by the river really shocked me. Almost in all corners of the river, construction machinery is busy nervously-cutting corners. A water conservancy engineer told me that there are too many bends in the Huaihe River, and the flood discharge is not smooth, which is easy to cause floods. This is of course a reason, but it is not a legitimate reason. The shape of a river, how far it can go after several twists and turns, is the power given to it by God, and its quality is also adjusted by an invisible hand. How can you change it? I can't figure it out anyway.
The stream along Jinsheng Lake is lucky. This kind of luck comes from the aggressive promotion of serious damage to the ecological environment in the post-industrial era. There is an old saying that you can't cry until you see a coffin. While nature quietly prepares coffins for the human beings it creates, the indulgence of human beings has to be restrained and restrained. Perhaps Jinsheng Lake is a rare result of this game between man and nature.
Strolling along the bank of Jinsheng Lake, I vaguely saw the rudiment of ancient Chinese characters from these streams. They are like chisels carved on tortoise shell bones by blunt objects, or memories burned in the soil. They are Gu Zhuo, simple and unrestrained, full of symbols and metaphors. Modern people, even if you spend a lifetime, can't reach their aesthetic realm. The lines of these streams are round or square, as strong as dead vines, as vivid as Youlong, elegant and upright, and slightly warped Chinese architectural eaves, which have the possibility of infinite extension and will make you have endless beautiful imagination. Especially at the turning point of the stream, the rhythm of the writer's mood and emotion is the most visible, which implies dignity in stagnation or releases joy in liberation. A friend of mine who loves calligraphy, after witnessing the stream of Jinsheng Lake, said with emotion that every line here can be found in ancient calligraphy in China.
I don't know calligraphy, but I understand the dream of nature: let nature take its course and flow freely.
bird droppings
If you write shit into words, maybe you will feel embarrassed and absurd. However, when you have been to the Golden Holy Lake, you will laugh when you read the sentence about bird droppings. That smile contains recognition and joy. Yes, joy. Now think about this city. Besides those sparrows, can you see lovely birds?
Here, please allow me to make a joke. Even the words written in bird droppings are thousands of times cleaner than the diaries of corrupt officials. Do you believe it or not?
Jinsheng Lake is considered as a paradise for birds to wait. Every autumn and spring, at least hundreds of thousands of migratory birds come here to live. How many species there are, such as swan, white-headed duck, black-bellied shorebird, white goose, mandarin duck, curly pelican, yellow-billed egret, grasshopper, kestrel, black stork, small crow cuckoo, pheasant and spotted chicken, are still unknown. These migratory birds from the United States, Australia, Russia and other places have no so-called racial discrimination, values and ideology. They live in the same lake, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Their manners are also modest and happy.
Jinsheng Lake is a generous lake, full of maternal love and kindness. In a year, in order to meet the arrival of distant wanderers, it slowly cultivates Hong Ling, Euryale ferox, Zoysia japonica and Zoysia japonica through the whole spring, summer and autumn. Even in the cold winter, the green Ophiopogon japonicus grows on a large beach as usual, and there are delicious fish, shrimp, snails and mussels in the water. I saw a curly pelican standing by the lake with my own eyes. It is a lively and jumping fish with a long beak. Even the little kingfisher flew around with its skin covered with water. Suddenly, a fish about the size of its body was brought out of the water with a quick action. Perhaps because the prey was too heavy, the little kingfisher stumbled during the flight and almost fell into the lake several times.
When I went to Jinsheng Lake, a large number of migratory birds had left, but they left a lot of feces by the lake. Especially on the beach and grass, there is a lump here and a lump there. In some places, there are as many as a dozen pieces per square meter. These bird droppings don't look dirty at all. When they are blown dry by the lake wind, spring will come. As soon as the sun comes out, there will be a light rain. These bird droppings are scattered in the grass, and you will never see them again. As a result, flowers and grass as long as the wind blows. In less than half a month, the bare beaches and grasslands pecked by migratory birds are full of vitality. I used to lie on a carpet paved with flowers and plants a few inches thick on a spring afternoon, like a baby without thoughts and desires, letting the sunshine and the lake wind gently touch my body. At this time, I am clean from the inside out. I never thought that my body was once a place full of bird droppings. At this time, my memory of the recession has also revived, and I will think of two obscure poems of the Qing Dynasty: flowers come from abroad, and grass has never been covered-that kind of comfort is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
On the shore of Jinsheng Lake, beaches, grasslands and bird droppings continue and change year after year, so you don't need to worry at all. God has this extraordinary ability, which makes a thing complete, not isolated; It temporarily destroyed something, and it was not isolated. It turns out that there is a big chess game in God's heart, which is common prosperity and harmony.
In the face of such a surreal creator, shouldn't human beings be in awe?
Including bird droppings on the shores of Jinsheng Lake.
Residual feather
The beauty of spring is always present, and you will not be given a full banquet as soon as you come up. This implication and reserve of spring will not change because people stumble on the fast lane of the times. But it won't let you down. It's warm and cold in early spring, so it cleans up the residual snow left by the severe winter with its small hands first, and then has a few mouthfuls of heating. As a result, the withered lake was revived with small yellow wildflowers, and then with the help of the whistling of the trade winds, groups of distant migratory birds were summoned back ...
Sitting by the lake in spring, watching the deja vu migratory birds return to the north, listening to the soft wind and the whispering of flowers, how refreshing it is!
However, nothing is perfect, and there are tragedies and bloodshed in the charming spring. No, just as I was enjoying spring quietly, an object accidentally fell from the air and hit the grass heavily. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a bloody bird head. At this moment, a peregrine falcon is flying over the blue sky above me.
Everything seems to be completely understood.
There are many birds in Jinsheng Lake, so there are many natural enemies. In recent years, although the large vultures have disappeared, the small crow cuckoo, grass owl, spotted cuckoo, goshawk, red-bellied eagle, sparrow hawk, black kite, common hedge, vulture, white-tailed owl, white-bellied owl, peregrine falcon and kestrel have swaggered in. Because of these natural enemies, migratory birds are particularly vigilant. During the day, they usually live in the water, try to get close to the place where the water plants are dense, and always guard against the sudden attack of the eagle; Only after nightfall do they flock ashore for food. I once lived in a place called Yang Goose Head for one night. By the dim moonlight, I found that the marshes, beaches and grasslands around the lake were full of birds. Those large migratory birds with high IQ will send a few "sentries" even if they are foraging at night, in case of attacks by notorious land predators such as weasels and wild cats. Once, because of my negligence, I turned on the flashlight and started a beach of birds. Their frightened cries were passed on to more birds in other places. In a flash, the birds in the whole lake seemed to be disturbed by me, and the dense calls came and went, and it took a while to calm down.
Walking by the lake Jinsheng, I will find many scattered bird feathers, some of which fall off naturally and are absorbed by the earth. Don't underestimate these feathers. The personnel of the Bird Observatory can get a lot of information about birds from them. I asked the people at the observatory to identify some bird feathers I found. They said that they belonged to the mallard duck and Alaska Swan in Lake Baikal. They made it very clear that the habits and migration paths of each bird were unconvincing.
Still by the lake, other bird feathers record the sadness and misfortune of life. They were scattered by the wind and rain. I picked up a feather in my hand and found blood on it. And this tragedy is not a case. I witnessed more than a dozen in one morning. Most of the dead birds got into the skin of the eagle, and they made another life with their own lives. However, there are not few birds in Jinsheng Lake, but there is an increasing trend. It seems that the laws dominated by nature itself are the real great wisdom.
In fact, many of our self-righteous practices are not worth mentioning at all, even less than the weight of a feather falling.
Can you believe it?