I don't know when I started to pay attention to those stones. I lived next door to those stones for a long time, listening to their soft voices-their whispers. Standing in the dark, I saw a fish hundreds of millions of years ago, wandering at the bottom of the Black Sea, and a melancholy wind was blowing from the sea. Slalom. Roaring tide. At that time, the earth was like a piece of spark explosion and loud noise. The tide immediately receded, and the water slid over the top of the mountain, salty and muddy. Without Wang Yang ... many lives began.
Fish that stop breathing sleep on salty mud. So there are mountains, valleys, streams and rivers; There are trees, grass, sunshine, stars and moons, and rain and dew; There is wind, snow and ice, four seasons, day and night. My fish, as well as arthropods, worms, sponges, software, jellyfish, echinoderms and trilobites, immediately carve themselves into hard stones and let them go on talking.
Countless spring and winter have come, countless mornings and evenings, and countless rainy and snowy days. I wander in the mountains, at the bottom of the valley, by the gurgling stream. It is those rolling peaks and valleys, those gurgling streams and lakes that hide the secret words of hundreds of millions of years ago. Walking in the mountains is walking on the seabed hundreds of millions of years ago. Stones pass through the center of the earth and break through the ground. Those fish, those joints, worms, sponges, software, jellyfish, echinoderms, trilobites ... are crying on the rock surface, as if telling stories and elegies hundreds of millions of years ago.
Later, I caressed the residual vein on the east coast of Leigong, and gradually approached the talking stone and the paleontological fossils of Balang Village, Gedong Town, Jianhe County, Guizhou Province. Qingshui River flows through the east side of the mountain peak, so does the deceased. The peaks are as angular as towers, and the wooden houses in Balang Village stick to the roots of the mountains, as quiet as the blue lake.
Like a peeping tom, I timidly grabbed the mud next door to them. When you hold your breath and listen to their complaints, time passes in the valley of rocks. There is a wave in the valley of the southern plateau, and the trees have stood in a choir. Yuan Ye, a huge stage under the sky, played a blow to the integration of classical and modern at that time. At that time, my thoughts were dragged back to the ancient incense of history, black and white negatives, edges and outlines, oceans and fish, joints, worms, jellyfish ... the beginning of life-I admit, I was a little scared at that time.
About 100 years ago, those ancient wooden houses with dark ages and years were still buried in a sea of fire and instantly turned to ashes. At that time, 30 families-today's Balang village-moved here from the foot of the big tree in Xipo Valley to avoid the fire, and there was nothing unusual on the top of the mountain. Shan Ye, covered with green trees, is sometimes quiet and sometimes noisy. Like other places, black mudstone and rocks, spring water flowing out of cracks in rocks gather at the roots of mountains and flow slowly. Thirty families began to build houses there.
The secret slowly appeared at the bottom of their hoe.
They cut down a forest and dug deep into the soil, and the rocks in the sun shone with gold. At this time, life hundreds of millions of years ago reappeared in front of their eyes. The rocks are clearly tattooed with worms, joints, software and jellyfish. The vast sea suddenly flooded the mountains, and on the slope of the continental shelf where the imaginary shallow sea of the Yangtze River transited to the deep sea of the south of the Yangtze River, the life that had no time to hide and escape suffocated instantly and was engraved on those rock layers forever. Since then, experts from all over the world have flocked to Balang Mountain to investigate paleontological fossils and explore the mystery of the origin of life. Mount Balang has become the cradle of life on earth.
Now, from a distance, the sword on the peak of Balang Mountain is inserted obliquely, and the fresh life-walking people, cattle, sheep and insects-is the same on the peak as anywhere else. Only its underground, silent and eternal life is deeply hidden there. We have seen the sword of time for hundreds of millions of years pass through the deep passage and are closely connected with today.
Many times, I stood facing those stones on the ridge for a long time, and I seemed to hear them whispering. At that time, my eyes were always wet and deep in thought. Life is so ups and downs, and it is transmitted in different ways. You can't help being moved by it. Seeing countless experts and tourists coming from all over the world, whether exploring the mystery of life or listening to the secret language of stones, we all saw the joy of life interpretation, stretching out like a song. The longing for life and the hope of life are so tenacious and hidden in our hearts.
Now, to see the origin of life so clearly, we can't be indifferent to those whispering stones. We have inherited life from time and years, and we should convey this wonderful life message. So, in what way will we let life continue? I climbed the peak of Balang Mountain again and again, and Balang Village in the distance was quietly bathed in the sunshine, and the towering peaks did not move. At that time, I could always see the stones of our spirit and thoughts shining slightly there. Perhaps, that is the glory of our life!