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I have long heard that the red leaves in Xiangshan are the richest and richest autumn colors in Beijing, so I would be happy to go and see them. On the day I went, the sky was beautiful, clear and refreshing, it couldn't be better. It happened to be a good time, and I found an old guide. This old guide lives at the foot of the West Mountain. He worked as a guide for forty years in his early years. His beard has turned white, but his back is still straight and strong.
We first invited the old guide to have dinner in a small country restaurant. After a few plates of game and half a glass of ale, the old man's words came and he said slowly: "Xiangshan has no other advantages, except that it is high. Once you enter the mountain gate, the threshold is as level as the top of Yuquan Mountain. The higher the terrain, the better the air." , people love to come here. People come for outings in the spring, to relax in the summer, and in autumn-" A friend who was traveling with me asked anxiously: "I wonder if the red leaves on the mountain have turned red?" The old guide said: "It's not the right time yet. The sun is shining in the south, and it should be red first."
So after dinner and wine, we asked the old guide to lead us up the mountain along the south slope. What a peaceful place to go. Along the stone mountain road, there are ancient pines and cypresses on both sides, which block out the sky and the sun. I heard that you can walk in the shade of the trees without sweating in the dog days of summer.
The old guide folded his hands on his belly and walked slowly in front. He always said slowly: "It turns out that there was nothing in this place. Behind it was a barren mountain with only one family." The rich man hired a worker to farm and raise pigs for him. The pig food was poured into a broken stone trough, but the pigs couldn't finish it no matter how much food was poured in.
The worker felt a bit uncomfortable. Strange, if you put a few copper coins into the stone trough, you can't get all the money out, so you know it's a cornucopia. When the time comes to settle the accounts, the workers don't want anything but how much is this broken stone trough worth. Money? The rich man was happy to give him a favor, so he gave it to him. The stone trough was too heavy for the workers to carry it into the mountains, so he dug a hole and buried it. He was afraid of forgetting the location, so he took a pine tree and a tree. I put a cypress tree on it to mark it, and I went home to find someone to help me carry it.
Unexpectedly, when I came back, I saw that there were countless pine and cypress trees all over the mountain." The old man sighed again: "This is really a living mountain. Where there is a mountain, there is water, where there is water, there are veins, and where there are veins, there are seedlings. No wonder people say there is a cornucopia buried underneath." At this time, the old guide had already taken us away. Entering a very elegant courtyard, there are two springs inside. The words "Shuangqing" are engraved on the stone wall.
The old man walked around the spring and said, "I haven't gone up the mountain for ten years. Why is there a monument missing? I remember that the inscription on the monument is 'Meng Chongquan'." Then he told us There is a story that an emperor from the Yuan Dynasty came to visit the mountains. He was tired and slept here. He dreamed that he was sitting on a boat with waves rolling under his feet. When he woke up, he asked someone to dig under his feet, and sure enough, a spring water came out. This is the "dream". The origin of "Catch the Spring".
The old guide smiled again and said: "These are all country gossip. How did I hear it? No matter how I say it, you don't have to believe it." Listening to the white-bearded old man talking about some bizarre things According to legend, you will feel that Xiangshan is more charming and mythical. We won’t be so disgraceful, but we would rather say we don’t believe it. Just walking all the way up the mountain, why can't I see even a single red leaf? The old man said: "Don't worry, once you get up to the half-mountain pavilion, you can see everything."
We went up to the mid-level pavilion and looked eastward. It was really a beautiful scene. The vast plains of Hebei are right in front of us, and deep in the smoke trees, our city of Beijing is hidden. It's also wonderful. Kunming Lake, which was originally quite impressive, looks like a basin of clear water. Wanshou Mountain and Foxiang Pavilion are just embellished bonsai. We all forgot to look at the red leaves.
The red leaves are everywhere on the hillside, half yellow and half red, which is quite interesting. It's a pity that the leaves are damaged by the water and are red and opaque. If it were so red, how intense the color would be when the sun shines on it. I looked at the red leaves and asked, "What kind of tree is this? Why doesn't it look like a maple leaf?" The old guide said, "It's not a maple leaf. It's called a mangrove." He pointed to the tree on the roadside and said, "Look at it. , It’s that kind of tree.” The red leaves on the roadside were not red yet, so we didn’t pay attention.
I walked over and picked one off. The leaves were round, with only a slight hint of red on the veins. I unconsciously exclaimed: "Oh! It still smells good." I put the leaf to my nose and smelled it. The leaf gave off a slight medicinal fragrance. Another companion also sniffed and exclaimed: "Oh! It's fragrant. No wonder it's called Xiangshan."?
The old guide also slowly said: "It's really fragrant. Why have I been a guide for forty years? "Have you never heard of it before? "My old man, I don't know much about your past life, but from the dense lines on your face, I can guess that you are a weathered person. Your heart used to be bitter, how could you smell the fragrance of red leaves?
I don’t know much about your life today, but look, for such an old man, he doesn’t rush up the mountain and doesn’t pant. He seems to be unhappy, but we are always lagging behind. Can't keep up. An elderly person with such a relaxed pace should be in a relaxed mood. How can he not smell the fragrance of red leaves? The old guide led us to see "Sen Yuhut", "Xishan Qingxue", Zhaomiao Temple and other Fragrant Mountain scenery in the fragrant red leaves all over the mountain. It was almost dusk when we were going down the mountain.
As soon as I looked up and saw the half-waning white moon in the eastern sky, a companion suddenly remembered and said, "Is today the Double Ninth Festival?" Looking at the newspaper he brought with him, it turned out to be the Double Ninth Festival. The second day. Our autumn outing this time was in line with the old custom of climbing high in the ninth month.
Some people think that not seeing a good red leaf is a fly in the ointment.
But I picked a more precious red leaf and hid it in my heart. This is not an ordinary red leaf, this is a red leaf that has been exposed to wind and rain in life. The older it gets, the more red and lovely it becomes. Needless to say, I am referring to the old guide.
Extended information:
The text "Red Leaves on the Fragrant Mountain" is an intensive reading text in Volume 11 of the Primary School Chinese Edition of the Education Science Edition. The text depicts the beautiful scenery of red leaves in Fragrant Mountain in autumn and expresses the author's love for nature. The focus of teaching is to understand the beautiful and spectacular scene of red leaves in Xiangshan Mountain and related instructions, and to develop a love for nature. The difficulty is to imagine the scene described in the sentence and understand the author's emotions.
Author of "Red Leaves on Fragrant Mountain": Yang Shuo
Yang Shuo (1913~1968), male, is a famous modern writer, essayist, and novelist. His original name is Yang Yuquan. People from Penglai, Shandong. Member of the Communist Party of China. Graduated from Harbin English School in 1929.
Joined the Eighth Route Army in 1939 and moved to the anti-Japanese base areas of Hebei and Shanxi to engage in revolutionary literature and art work. Later he went to Yan'an and studied at the Third Department of the Central Party School. During the War of Liberation, he served as a field commander of the 19th Corps of the North China Field Army of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. Journalist, who joined the volunteer army composed of railway workers in North Korea after 1949.
After returning to China, he served as deputy director of the Foreign Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, deputy secretary-general of the China Committee for Defense of World Peace, vice-chairman of the Asian-African Solidarity Committee, secretary of the Permanent Secretariat of the Asian-African People's Solidarity Council, and Chinese Asian-African writer. Secretary General of the Liaison Committee of the Permanent Bureau. Member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and director of the second session of the Chinese Writers Association. Began publishing works in 1937. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1953.
During the Anti-Japanese War, he wrote many newsletters and short stories. During the War of Liberation, he served as a special correspondent for Xinhua News Agency; during the period of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, he wrote the excellent novel "Three Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". After liberation, he served as the director of the Foreign Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association and a member of the Standing Committee of the Party Group of the Congress for the Defense of World Peace. He also wrote a large number of prose.
Representative works include "Lychee Honey", "Sakura Rain", "Red Leaves on Fragrant Mountain", "Top of Mount Tai", "Painting Mountains and Embroidered Waters", "Ode to Camellia", "Sea City", "Iron Cavalry" " etc., most of them come from "Selected Prose of Yang Shuo".
Reference: Yang Shuo-Baidu Encyclopedia