"Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Light spirit/dancing and changing in bright spring "(Lin's" You are an April day on earth ") We came from a city to an April day in the countryside, which is also an April day in literature. Tall buildings are in the distance. The village is hazy. The sun is shining. On the Panshan Highway, in the air-conditioned bus, the journey from the small town to Xiao Ye is getting richer and richer, just like a walnut, with its shell peeled off and its fragrance slowly spreading.
Are we experiencing the route that Lao Tzu walked in those days? I rode a green cow, and the purple gas came from the east. Our mount is a steel monster known as material civilization, with smoke and dust all the way. We may be almost the same as Lao Tzu in speed, but we are far from each other in feeling. Xiangyun is the poetic rhyme of the journey, but automobile exhaust is like the root of vulgarity, closely following the air quality, like a ghost. Nowadays, driven by the rapid running of the wheel of time, people's feelings about the earth are short-lived, dull and numb. Escape from the world of reinforced concrete solidification, can you find one or two herbs to cure our consciousness in the place where Laozi lived?
Imagine such a season, when the sage came to Zhou Shoucang's room with the historian, he suddenly felt bound by the imperial robe. He needs a free place for the wind to blow between his loose robe and sleeves. Yunfei, how did he find the medicinal mountain? Did the astringency of herbs find his sense of smell, or was the green cow on his leg attracted by the green hills and unconsciously leaned against the huge body on the rock? Climbing the mountain and touching the clouds, the place where I stopped miraculously unfolded at the top of the mountain. Listening to the birds singing in unison is enough to calm down, but watching the mountains and clouds in the distance can also be a kind of enjoyment. Escape from Zhou Temple and stay away from rivers and lakes, but get the highest courtesy between heaven and earth. This is 5 1 1 year BC, in the ninth year of the week. This year, I collected medicine and alchemy. Since the Ming Dynasty, the Taiqing Palace dedicated to Laozi is the highest place in Yao Yao, with the Jade Emperor Hall under it and the Taiping Pavilion in front of it. Bi Xia Temple, Laojuntai, Sun Observatory and Wanghaige Cloud stand tall in the east, and Ten Kings Temple, Sanguan Temple, Xianjia Temple and Thousand Hands Guanyin Bodhisattva Temple in the west echo them from a distance, which constitutes the sublimity of the mountain.
There are no jiazi in the mountains. Green pine trees, blue-gray rocks and crisp birdsong constitute a beautiful scam, which confuses the boundaries of seasons. It seems that time passes very slowly, giving people an eternal feeling, which makes the whole person relax. Living in the mountains is like a year, that is, making a day as long and rich as a year, one day experiencing early spring and midsummer, and one day receiving rain and a thousand years. The boundaries between things are blurred, and everything seems to be returning to the invisible state. Laozi is in a trance, talking about a person's dream: "If it is not seen, it is easy; If you don't listen, that's hope; Bo can't be called Wei. These three are hard to blame, so they are mixed. " (Tao Te Ching? Chapter 14) Lao Tzu understands the road by understanding nature. He believes that Tao transcends the concreteness of all things in nature. Laozi, the first philosopher in human history, took nature as his teacher and internalized it into the human spirit itself, thus providing spiritual wisdom for the survival of human individual life.
In the mountains, what kind of scene will Laozi be in when he faces infinite time "vain and quiet"? Just talk about Confucius. Laozi's trip is a magical legend, a personal aerobic exercise, while Confucius's trip is out of the chaos of the current situation, trying to get involved in reality and help the people through the world. He and his disciples got out of the carriage, tied their crowns, and walked to the king with three cardinals and five permits. It seems that only a magnificent palace can amplify his voice to deafening intensity, but the colonnade is cold and the throne is opposite. Laozi and Confucius passed by, and the distance is getting farther and farther. One is hidden in layers of dense forests, and the other is submerged in many halls.
In the cities that Confucius has been to, today's April "is the cruelest month, feeding lilacs in the dead land, mixing memories and desires, and letting the spring rain stir the dreary roots and buds" (Eliot's Waste Land). Shan Ye comforted us, hung spring on every branch, and gently brushed away our burden with the warm palms of leaves. This is a sentence I said in Eliot's tone. After Laozi, enlightenment in the mountains became a fashionable performance art, and Laozi's seclusion in the wilderness was imitated by later generations, concocting rumors of practicing immortality. Laozi was honored as the founder of Taoism, the god of morality and the emperor of Taiqing, and was deified and immortal. At the same time, the wisdom of Shan Ye provided by him in Tao Te Ching was also concealed by strict temples.
Yao Yao Mountain is not high. It is said that the altitude is 495.438+0 meters, but the mountain road is steep. The only way to reach the top of the mountain is hiking. Take a step forward, sometimes with both hands and feet, climb the stone edge, grab the grass tree and hold the branches; Sometimes the road is steep and slippery. You have to fly from branch to branch like a bird, and your feet are using Lingbo micro-steps. If you are not careful, you will experience the pleasure of skiing in the mountains for free. This kind of journey makes people imagine the difficulties and obstacles when I collect medicines. I seem to have completed a practice: when climbing a mountain, the mountain road pushes away the polluted air in your body bit by bit, so that you can unload the burden of the world, and then blow you with the mountain wind rich in oxygen ions, wash your face, moisten your lungs and shake your clothes, so that you are alert and refreshed, which is completely different from the secular you. Chapter 28). This is Lao Tzu's way of becoming a Taoist.
Nature is the Tao. The road is in the mountains, the road is in the trees and the road is in the wind. Nature has enough wisdom to survive. Thoreau, an American writer, once wrote, "Nature lures mankind into its secluded depths with one bait or another."
Yao Yao, also known as Yaoyue Mountain, is said that when you hold the moon in your hand, you can take it off. In this dialect, "medicine" is pronounced "month". In ancient times, people called Zheshan Mountain, but now Zheshan Mountain runs through it and becomes the name of an administrative region. The first time I heard the name Yao Yao, I had a heartfelt respect for it. It was more than twenty years ago, when I was studying in a normal school, Xue, a poet of the County Cultural Center, founded a literary tabloid, Anqiu Literature and Art. He said that he would publish a large number of literary works and set up a "Moon Mountain Literature Award", which was selected once a year. I was the only one there. It was a Sunday morning. He enunciated clearly, just like the sunshine in spring that year, which directly hit me through the glass window on the second floor of the cultural center. The warm and scalding feeling turned a docile sheep into a poetic leopard in reality. In those years, Picking the Moon Mountain often appeared in my poems and became a poetic totem of a person. Later, I learned that this mountain is a mountain for collecting herbs, and my inner poetry tends to be dull, but the breath of Shan Ye is extremely rich.
My normal classmate Wen Qing teaches in a rural primary school at the foot of Yao Yao Mountain. When I climbed the mountain and picked the moon with him last year, he was already the principal of that primary school, and he was still the shy boy who talked about his classmates and teenagers in the breeze and drizzle. He is a quiet smile when he is sipping his mouth. Walking to his campus, I turned around and saw him, still the familiar smile. He has been at the foot of the herb-collecting mountain for twenty years, and his school has not changed its old appearance. The low red brick tile house only grows with the terrain. Seen from a distance, it has many visual effects of halls and high-rise buildings. In other words, these classrooms don't look like man-made buildings, but have some ups and downs. Vincent is still modest. He has never transplanted any cutting-edge teaching ideas, and then switched columns and packaged them into earnest quotations from the principal. Perhaps, from the beginning, picking Yaoshan was his inner drawing. All he can do is let the children in the mountains sit in the cramped classroom, and when he looks up, he sees mountains and green birds coming and going. The most straightforward brick wall I have ever seen is endowed with profound campus culture. The school organized and compiled the school-based textbook "Lao Zi Culture Collection". When the words in the book were written round on the brick walls with a brush, those brick walls broke away from the shackles of cement masonry and became living buildings. They stretch out thousands of luxuriant branches like Zheshu, delight your eyes, purify your soul and lead you to the natural world where everything is thriving. The first cultural wall to enter the campus is "approaching Laozi", followed by "knowing Laozi" and "feeling Laozi". This is a campus order, a spiritual order, which is orderly in every reader's field of vision.
This time I went to Yaoshan, Vincent went to the place where I left, and I came back at night. Ma Min is still here, the guy who likes to go to school with the wrong branches. Now he appears as a township cadre. Perhaps because of frequent meetings, his speech is challenging the endurance of my ears, in the car and in the mountains. I can't remember some of his words clearly. I remember the words of the Qing dynasty, but when I took them apart, moved them and rearranged them privately, I found the following scenes: the steps of Laozi's cultural square are rooted buildings, and the Tao Te Ching is its root, which is spread on the scriptures and the earth. "Tao gives birth to one, two, three and three things" (Tao Te Ching? Chapter 42), it is "Tao" that guides you to the heights to observe the reciprocating of all things; On the day of Laozi Temple Fair on March 15 of the lunar calendar, the square was crowded with people, filled with incense, and colorful flags fluttered. mountain products, such as mountain crabs, mountain scorpions, pheasants, mushrooms, grasshoppers, chestnuts, peanuts, taro, sweet potatoes, persimmons, walnuts, strawberries, apples, jujubes, millet, stupid eggs, crystal pears and big cherries, were all Laozi. Ma Min is far away from the context of poetry, but close to the beauty of Yao Yao Mountain. Just like a wing shadow, the word "Picking the Moon Mountain Literature Award" flashed by, drawing a high blue.
One day in April, when the sun shone again on this mountain city of 156 square kilometers, Yao Yao was the first to shine. This mountain surrounded by Zheshu, Yun Song, Chestnut, Sophora japonica, thatch, Salvia miltiorrhiza, polygala tenuifolia, Fructus Trichosanthis, Radix Astragali, Radix Rehmanniae, basalt and limestone is surrounded by countless beautiful things because it is in the center of the earth. White clouds are turned into showers by it, and running water is polished into jade by it. A grass was jointing its roots last year, and a bird was opening up a completely different flight route. Where are the people in Dashan? As long as they walk around Yao Yao Mountain every day, their hearts are particularly solid and warm. Spring flowers are followed by autumn fruits, green and yellow, and everything around them is changing. The posture and worship eyes of the mountain people will never change.
At the foot of the mountain, the cherry is red. Cherry is the "first branch of a hundred fruits". It is red, bright, smooth, round and full, showing all its beauty in April. "Yifu's sakura is a tree, full of fruit and glory first, leaving spring to meet the east." A cherry tree makes the Xuan Di characters in Houliang continue from ancient times to today, appearing in the sky of Yao Yao Mountain in April. All beautiful things have a fixed spiritual direction. Birds return to their nests. The branches are swaying. A small yellow flower is intoxicated in its own shade. Shallow cherry blossoms, hidden among lush branches and leaves, accumulate growth energy, just like the sunrise, a small red sun suddenly generate. Like pearls, like gems, that is the metaphor of the public. The first fruit in early spring, it is red at the foot of the herb-collecting mountain, not on the balcony of the city, which must have extraordinary significance.
When picking cherries, we are extremely careful, for fear of knocking off other agates, and respectfully extend our flexible right hand. When approaching the red fruit, our thumb and forefinger are solemnly close together, holding the slender cherry pedicle, and gently cutting it, a red bead in thousands of Pian Yu oils becomes a treasure in our hands. The whole picking process needs enough care and patience, with a solemn and pious ceremony. From this, I think of Laozi's practice of collecting herbs or Confucius' traveling around the world. These thinkers are not chatterboxes, but are building an ideological system with personal actions and choosing their own way of existence according to the guidance of this thought. When picking cherries, we just cherish it from the heart, "Yu Xi, if winter involves Sichuan;" However, if you are afraid of your neighbor; Yan Xi, if it is a guest "("Tao Te Ching? Chapter 15), in the state of ignorance, we reproduce the behavior of Laozi.