There is a big mountain in front of my house. In spring, it is light green, like a little girl in a green dress, so lively, so lovely and so naive. ...
In summer, the mountains are thick green, like a huge green ocean. In the sun, the green mountains are so dazzling. After the rain, the water drops on the leaves are like pearls, dressing up the beauty of the mountains. Foggy days, after entering, are like entering a green fairyland. From a distance, the mountain looks like a thin dress, but from a close distance, it looks like a dark green lake, which is intoxicating.
In autumn, that mountain became a "golden mountain". He dedicated heavy fruits to people, and only a few pine trees stood halfway up the mountain, looking like the eyes of a mountain from a distance.
In winter, the mountains are covered with thick white robes to keep out the cold, and a stream keeps sending out fog, like a transparent jade belt winding around the mountains. At this time, everything on the mountain is white, and only a few pine trees, like green elves, are showing people their tenacious vitality.
After a long time, I melted into the mountain and seemed to turn green. I am Dashan's child, Dashan is my mother, and I love Dashan!
The hill in my hometown is only a hill at best, and it is located in the middle of our village.
This mountain is small and unknown, but it is a vein to the west of Mount Tai. Mount Tai entered from Taoshan in the northwest of Feicheng City and Paradise Mountain in the east of Pingyin County, and its southern branch fluctuated continuously, reaching the watersheds such as Yushan Street, Momo Mountain, Wufeng Mountain, Jianshan Mountain, Huixian Mountain, Wenbi Mountain, Qinglong Mountain, Junyu Mountain, Lotus Basin Mountain and Zhaishan. Zhaishan, together with Woniu Mountain and Houzhai Mountain of the same branch, extends to the bank of the Yellow River and is arched around Pingyin County.
The hill in the south is called Lotus Basin Mountain, which is named after the Lotus Basin at the top of the mountain. At the top of the mountain, there is a circular flat land of about 100 square meter, and there is a sunken stone basin in the center, the size of which is like a laundry basin. The inside of the basin is engraved with several blooming lotus flowers, and two lifelike little goldfish seem to swim at the bottom of the basin. About 4-5 miles north of the Lotus Basin in Shandong Province, there is a small horse hill with a base similar to the top of the Lotus Basin. Legend has it that Yang Erlang kicked the top of the lotus basin while catching the sun. Even the flowerpot is facing the surging Yellow River water, as if falling from the sky to the west, and turning a straight corner at the foot of the mountain to extend northward. Inferring from the peculiar position of the lotus basin, it may be related to Buddhism and geomantic omen. There are traces of artificial carving in the lotus basin, but it is impossible to verify why and who did it.
The hill in the north is called Zhaishan, which is named after someone named Zhai. According to historical records, the ancestors of Zhai moved here earlier than the Jingkang period in the Song Dynasty, and have lived here for nearly a thousand years. In the second year of Jin Mingchang (1 19 1), Anzu Zhaisheng passed the examination and won the master book of Hongdong County, Shanxi Province. During this period, he led his clan to plant 10,000 cypress trees in Zhaishan. Later generations of Zhaishan successively built Sanguan Temple, Family Temple, River Temple and Land Temple on the straight line from the top of the mountain to the north of the Yellow River. Hundreds of years later, cypress trees covered the sky, birds sang and flowers smelled, temples burned incense, bells and drums roared and mountains gurgled. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival is full, the blue sky is high, and the shadow of the bright moon is reflected in the clear spring flowing into the Daqing River at the west foot, forming a beautiful view of the lake and the sinking moon. The old county annals are recorded as one of the eight scenic spots. 1942, when the Japanese puppet troops besieged the Eighth Route Army of the Producers' Party, they built a bunker at the top of Zhaishan and cut down all cypress trees, making Zhaishan a barren mountain.
After the founding of New China, it has always been the dream of generations of Zhaizhuang people to restore the beautiful appearance of Zhaishan. Greening many times, diverting water up the mountain. A cultural square was built between Zhaishan and Lianhuapen Mountain. Against the backdrop of sunshine and green trees, the cultural square presents an extremely charming and soft posture. Deep in the sea of clouds, crouching tiger, hidden dragon, flowing water dotted with bamboo, three groups of strange stones, endless charm. Cultural walls and cultural corridors create a high-grade and distinctive atmosphere in the village, and create a positive, relaxed, harmonious, quiet and beautiful square aesthetic culture. Carp Fountain is a clever three-dimensional painting method, which takes water as wealth, endless life and flourishing water, implying wealth, vitality and rolling financial resources. Fitness rest area has its unique beauty and has become a good place for villagers to relax and entertain. Cement roads surround the mountainside like jade belts, and water pipes moisten the vegetation like blood. Once again, Zhaishan will be evergreen all the year round, with streams gurgling and bells ringing. In spring, a hundred birds contend and a hundred flowers blossom. In summer, flowers are blooming and winding paths lead to secluded places. In autumn, it will be fruitful and full of gold. In winter, it will be wrapped in silver and laugh quietly.
I love the mountain in my hometown, because in my heart, she is the tallest, the most beautiful and the closest.
I don't know why I suddenly have an irresistible idea in my heart these days, and I often dream of my long-lost hometown in my dreams. This is something that has never happened before. I think it should be my hometown's deep call for me as a wanderer!
I want to go back to my hometown to see!
I have been away from my hometown for nearly ten years, and this is the first time I have such a strong desire to return home.
So, I put down everything at hand, resolutely set foot on the high-speed train, returned from north to south, took several long-distance buses back to my hometown, and then took the shuttle bus back to my hometown from the county.
The old bus turned a corner on the expressway and drove into a narrow mountain road. The road is rugged and the vehicles are moving slowly in the bumps. One side of the mountain road is connected to the back of a mountain, with many tall and straight pine trees and some low shrubs; On the other side of the mountain road, it is very wide, and you can see the continuous mountains surrounded by clouds in the distance.
It's a long journey, perhaps because I'm afraid of being close to home. My heart is not calm at the moment, which is an unavoidable homesickness. Perilla once wrote a poem "Never Meet Happiness". There is a sentence in the poem "Where there is no traveler tired in the end of the world, go home in the mountains and look forward to my hometown", which can be said to be my portrayal now.
The old shuttle bus runs on the Panshan Highway halfway up the mountain, and its vision is more open. Everyone on the bus is quiet. I sat alone in the window seat and tilted my head to the mountain outside the window. Looking from a distance, layers of faint fog cover the mountains stretching thousands of miles. The mountains are looming in the misty clouds, suddenly far away and close, like the same black dragon sleeping in the sea of clouds, smoking a cigarette.
The mountain is still so quiet and majestic, just like when I left when I was a child. However, when I came back, I had grown into a young man, and my thoughts, looks, body … many things had changed. But the mountain is still a mountain, without increasing a foot or decreasing an inch.
Somehow, my thoughts were carried away by these mountains. ...
When I was five years old, my grandfather took me up the slope in front of the village, holding my little hand and pointing to the continuous mountain behind the village, he solemnly said, "Look, son, that's the mountain, that's the mountain that guards our ancestors." Remember, everything is changing under the sun, but this mountain will never change! Remember? "
"Oh!" I Nuo Nuo nodded and agreed.
However, with the growth of my age, my once ignorant childhood has long gone, and I have begun to understand things to some extent. After I went to school, I recalled what my grandfather said, but I didn't understand it more and more.
Grandpa must be crazy! How can there be eternal existence in the world, and mountains will "grow up"! When I was ten years old, I read geography books, including the introduction of the Himalayas, "The Mountain will grow taller". )
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Grandpa is old after all. Like his grandparents, he slept in the mountains he admired all his life. I looked at the mountains where countless grandparents were buried, and my heart was filled with infinite melancholy. Until the moment when his old man was buried, I still couldn't understand what grandpa said to me.
Until later, I went out to college, read a lot of books, walked through many places (remote villages) and broadened my horizons. I really realized the hidden meaning behind grandpa's words.
What grandpa wanted to tell me at first was nothing more than the simplest four words: fear of nature!
Awe this mountain that has guarded generations, and fear this land that has raised us. If you always respect her in your heart, even if you change, she will never change, because she has already turned into a belief, deeply stationed in your heart and flowing in your blood, which I have seen and learned from ethnic minorities in remote areas! (Tibetan worship of mountain gods)
The mountains raised our ancestors and gave them hope to live. They can live in the mountains. They fear the mountains and give their deepest love to them, which will be passed down from generation to generation in a way of inheritance! At that time, grandpa gave this legacy to my grandchildren.
I still can't forget it. When grandpa said this, the solemn expression on his dark and old face gave me the feeling of being like a mountain, silent and noble!