There is always a faint feeling.
What happened that day has been haunting me.
Vague distant mountains
There is always a scene of separation.
Still lingering to reflect a touch.
Sky-bright yarn fog;
Pick a brush.
Soft snowflakes are singing softly.
The distant mountains of the years
A handful of smoke from yesterday's kitchen.
Yang Yang's heart, the sooner the better.
Fluttering yarn fog.
The mountain village is filled with smoke.
Dogs crow and chickens crow.
Small frames are always light.
Keep it in your heart gently.
A few years ago in Beijing, I saw a frame of metal craft: Night Fog Mountain Country, which looked very exotic. The picture has the feeling of old green, with dark clouds and occasional gaps. Although it is a bit dull, the manufacturing process of metal endows it with unique spirituality, because the feeling of old green has a crystal clear spirit.
The main body of the picture: Maoju, an old tree, leaning against a withered and dark old tree; Courtyard, firewood, snow, bare path around from the eyes, three bends and two bends from Chai Men to some distant Maomao. In the farmhouse, there are piles of tall grass, fences, old tanks, wooden troughs, and two big geese, one with its neck sideways and the other with its head buried in the trough. It seems that it can smell the clatter of the trough, and I really want to hear a series of "quacks" holding its neck.
So when it comes to this painting, I often think of our Qingshan Forest Farm in meditation.
Green mountains, green water around the mountain, smoke rising, stinking.
This is a sentence that Youaddo joked about Qingshan Forest Farm. The first few sentences are beautiful and clear, but the last sentence "smells the smoke in the kitchen" is not suspected of being poorly made. Addo asked with a smile, but did not answer. Now that I think about it, it's really interesting that Addo made a mistake: smoke curled up from the kitchen stove, highlighting what he saw; Smell the smoke in the kitchen, stand out, smell where? The person who smelled the smoke in the kitchen didn't lie on the kang, and there was a crackling sound of chopping wood in the yard ... The little boy wiped his naughty little mud face and stamped his foot to shout "Mom, I'm hungry" ... The sound of chopsticks, the hostess took time to "coo" and called the chicken ... this "kitchen smoke smell".
As a result, I can't help but relive the feeling of going to Qingshan Forest Farm for the first time.
At that time, there was a special train at Qingshan Forest Farm: Hekou Forest Farm. Qingshan forest farm is a big station on this line. There are apartments in the station, which seems to be a transfer station or something. On a larger scale, it is equivalent to the Pacific Station between Beijing and new york, and it is also very prosperous. Wu He was born in Mishan and grew up in this office, but it was here that he first took a small train, walked to the mountain for the first time, called his father for the first time, and put down his mood for the first time.
I remember it was early spring, and skipping "persuaded" my uneasy mother. With the special desire of 16 and 7 years old, my friend Addo and I boarded the exquisite and bumpy train at 4 pm. Although this is a modern means of transportation, it is absolutely an insult. It's a 40 km journey, but only after sunset. When you get off the bus, you can see the smoke curling up in the houses in the residential area from a distance. It's getting dark and I'm not familiar with it here, so I discussed with Tomoyi: apartment, sleep!
The apartment is absolutely fresh, and the humidity makes A Duo afraid to sleep, and small mung bean sprouts appear on the photo! In the middle of the night, that Addo's bed was ping-pong, and he was too scared to see anything in the dim light. -Oh, love is a friend who loves long-distance running secretly practicing "Nine Yin and White Bone Claws", right?
Needless to say, this idea is really evil, and I don't know how long I have been struggling. Just when Wu Hegang was drooling to fall asleep, a paw flew out of his forehead with a bang. Oh, my god, that was a one-hundredth of a second brake, and suddenly it stood up. Alas, it was a close call. It was that friend who patted Wu Hegang on the forehead. The weak voice of the shemale is: get up and run!
There's nothing wrong with dancing with the demon. Although the morning in Shanxiang is particularly sunny and the air is particularly fresh, it is nothing to run the second lap along the station area because of physical exhaustion. Alas, that shemale is so powerful that he runs around like a quotation.
The fixed frame of history is fate, that is, an inescapable complex. No one is lucky enough to receive the beautiful scenery of his hometown for the first time.
Castle Peak is really a painting!
Looking at the station area, a large area of houses is backed by mountains, which is wonderful, heroic, calm, naive and handsome. There is a saying that people in mountain villages are diligent and chimneys open early, and they do not hide their diligence and shyness. The smoke from kitchen chimneys is wonderful. The elegant smoke from kitchen chimneys is like a towering mountain peak, and it seems to be attached to a clear and empty place. When you hesitate, you actually weave the vegetarian practice of the goddess Sasa, which makes you feel that you have forgotten me. Strangely, it turns slightly to the northwest, which is really strange, because there is a long gauze fog in front of the neck halfway up the mountain, like the light of the fairy house, raining and tempting. The fog seems to stir up the sound, and I don't know if it's Sanskrit or Yaochi Yu Di, which annoys the people who let loose in the cool. Northwest, farther away, is a distant mountain; In the northeast, not far away, there are raised mountains, and further away, there are raised mountains. -Now, to be exact, it is northwest, Hai Yin Forest Farm, northeast, and the hinterland of Wanda Mountain. The peak of the famous Wanda Mountain is twenty or thirty kilometers ahead.
Travel in Leshan, swim in the water if you like. After dinner, discuss with the shemale and go to the mountain behind the house to play!
Out of the station area, I walked into the housing area, the central area of the forest farm house, and asked an enthusiastic aunt how to get there. Passing Qingshan school, a wooden bridge, there are steep mountains in front of you. Right in front of you!
Oh, at that moment, I suddenly felt that people were really small in front of the mountain, like ants pouncing on the earth, like mosquitoes and flies floating in the air, like water droplets colliding with the vast sea, like floating leaves twisting and flashing; At that moment, I suddenly felt that if I want to be a mountain, I must keep accumulating, and if I want to be strong, I must keep growing! Although I have seen higher, bigger and even more mountains since then, I have never forgotten that ancient castle peak. Perhaps it is the naive feeling of Dashan when he opened his weak crown!
The mountain is so steep that there is no artificial road to climb now. It just feels like a road that many people have taken, and then they hide in the forest. I don't know if the grass tip is dew or a fog bead casually soaking in the corner of pants. Occasionally, under the morning light, pearls are vivid, sparkling and angular, which makes people feel more cordial. Rattan sometimes naughty to stop you, that kind of innocence makes people very comfortable. Winding obliquely upwards, halfway up the mountain, there is a steep cliff. This steep cliff is not abrupt, rugged or indifferent, so it rises abruptly in reality, just like the stubbornness, simplicity and simplicity of the mountain people. On the lower left of the steep cliff, there are three or two big stones covered with cool moss, and unknown bugs are crawling in the shadows. So life may be like the origin of human life? Now that I think about it, if life gives her vitality, truth, shelter and space, maybe her future will be very strong!
Around the mountain, winding, and finally, boarded the top of the old castle peak.
When I first came, my legs were weak and I was short of breath. The freak on the side was frightened by a strange call. Turning around, the freak didn't foam at the mouth or snore. This feeling is like a pig spitting its shell and enjoying it.
Addo and Ho Ho were iron since childhood, and there was no suspicion between the brothers, so they later called him a demon, which was his imaginary minion.
Although there are not many expressions in Addo's words, in fact, every time he spits ink, he is also breathing Chen Hong, which often makes him lose his vision, because Addo's view is like his "Nine Shadows and White Paws" in "Midnight Castle Peak Apartment": surly, cruel, horrible, swift and bad-a joke, of course, without derogatory meaning.
No, in a blink of an eye, the first sentence of the demon corpse made nothingness tongue-tied: Hehe, look, here reappears "Climbing the East Mountain and Lu Xiao, Climbing the Small World of Mount Tai"! -the demon pointed to the shadow of the forest farm like an ant under the old castle peak. At that time, Wu had not read Mencius wholeheartedly, and he didn't know the origin and meaning of this sentence. He was about to ask for advice, but the demon thought about it and wrote the sentence: "God gave us a gift, I gave us a gift, and I can play the flute freely." This sentence is unobstructed, and the source is hard to find. Privately believed that it was from the mouth of a demon. Up to now, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
It is indeed the reappearance of "Climbing the East Mountain and the Small Road, Climbing the Mount Tai and the Small World". At first glance, the Qingshan Forest Farm, which felt quite big when it passed before, was just ink scattered in ink paintings, and the figure that occasionally passed by was just a shell worm moving bit by bit, which was unclear.
The cliff was steep, so I tried my best to climb it. I feel really tired. The back hill is far away. I went to the forest floor, but I really didn't want to move. After standing up, the demon leans back on the green grass, so it doesn't matter. He entertains himself.
In this mountain view, if the forest farm is covered with armor, the world will be big, and the picture shows a shell worm, living in a humble abode and living forever. At that time, I was thinking, is innocence the source of her life?
Happy and comfortable, happy and comfortable. What I can't forget most is that time I looked in all directions on the old castle peak, fluttering and spreading, taking Ying Ying with jade, carrying arrowheads and fairy shadows; Looking to the right, the water gradually disappears, the beauty is like a dream, carrying an angel, and the magpie is like an illusion. An elegant river looks so perfect on this mountain, but in my place, I didn't know it was our mother river-Abuqin River-and its birthplace was in Jiangjun Mountain and Qingshan Forest Farm!
One bay comes, one bay goes. If this mountain is our old father, then this river is our old mother. My old father gave us character and my old mother gave us brains. -Personality, we rise, thought, we are true, sing our simplicity, love to sing here!
The fatigue after singing is the temptation of the demon snoring. When he woke up in a daze, his dream hung in the west and the sun set in the west. There is a small train on the special line, and there is no small train returning that day. At that time, I suddenly felt really lost and didn't know what to do. I called my father for the first time in my life at Qingshan small railway station with Yao. The original words are: dad, I can't go back, I want to go home! -exactly, a little crying! -dad smiled, not afraid, uncle stationmaster said, come back by the caboose that pulled the original article!
In the evening, Wu He and Yao returned home, but the ancient castle peak remained in Wu He's heart!
Seeing the picture of Night Fog Mountain Country on the table reminds me of Qingshan Forest Farm.
The mountain village is filled with smoke.
Dogs crow and chickens crow.
Small frames are always light.
Keep it in your heart gently!
I remembered the poem of Tang Du Mu: There is water in the green hills, but the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn;
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night? Miss Castle Peak!