In the early autumn of last year, I stayed in the mountains for a few days. The wonderful feeling of opening the window and seeing the mountains often created dreamlike ripples in my heart.
Walking at the source of the Jialing River, the white water hits the rocks at the bottom of the valley, rumbling like a galloping horse. The high mountains on the bank are towering, and the towering trees are lush and green, making you feel refreshed.
The clouds and mist are lingering and rising there, gathering more and less. When they gather, they are intense and lively, but when they disperse, they disappear without a trace. They come and go as if they are immortals.
On the most ordinary rainy day, the slender and dense pine needles of a tree are covered with strings of crystal clear raindrops. This silent green tree with silver beads is like a crane full of cranes. A wise old man who lost his temper but still has a heart full of love. The red foxtail grass studded with rhinestones and swaying in the breeze is as bright as a bride waiting to be married. A huge spider web was woven all over the canopy of the small tree beside the road, and the silk web was also covered with small sparkling dewdrops. This small tree looks like an innocent little girl wearing a crystal headdress, smiling sweetly and looking around in the morning light. When it occasionally clears up, the mountains, which are nourished by clouds and mist all day long and often washed by rain, look like a modest gentleman with beautiful features, tranquility and elegance, and a spotless appearance.
Those duckweeds are woven all over the small streams, and they will not be tired of life because they have no roots. The straight spurs hold bright purple flower buds like lamps, brightening the mountains and fields.
It has been raining for too long, and the grass is covered with dark green, shiny, soft lichen. Picking lichens in the drizzle is something I often did in my childhood. Wash off the grass and sand stained on the lichen, chop it into pieces, mix it with vermicelli and tofu to make stuffing, make buns or dumplings, take a bite, it will be fragrant and soft, it is the delicious food in your memory, it will make you drool just thinking about it.
The rough bark is covered with moss, just like putting on a velvet skirt for the trees. The little brown snail was lying on the velvet skirt, looking at the scenery leisurely.
This little ant crossed over the fallen grass pole, from one side of the stream to the other side quietly. Although it did not know that it was Chinese Valentine's Day, it was also rushing to an ant tribe. date. These peaceful and peaceful little creatures are full of natural and peaceful atmosphere in their movements.
The village under the green mountains seems like a mirage in the rain and fog. The Sichuan-Shaanxi Highway that divides the mountain village into two is like the Tianhe River drawn by the Queen Mother with a golden hairpin, and the rain and mist floating on the road are like the clouds and smoke on the Tianhe River. Whenever a car speeds by, those clouds and mist will run quickly behind the car, and they are like the dragon on the Tianhe River, causing waves when it takes off.
The water of the East River, like a crescent moon, rushed out of the mountains, broke through the canyons, rushed to the Jialing River, and then merged into the Yangtze River into the embrace of the ocean. Beside the Donghe Bridge, a huge smiling horse spoon greets vehicles and pedestrians traveling from north to south with the unique hospitality of Xifu people. When the big yellow dog squatting at the door of the mountain people's house looks at you friendly, you will feel the comfortable feeling of returning home.
That night, we went to Feng County, the hometown of the moon, next to the station to watch the musical fountain with a maximum height of more than 180 meters. It is surrounded by mountains and the Jialing River passes through the city. Every night, the solar lights twinkling on the mountain look like stars. The colorful light strips that cut through the night sky and illuminate the river surface, together with the cheerful melody of the fountain performance, spurt out from the palace on the top of the mountain, creating brilliant gushing waves. That night was the only moonlit night in the mountains in seven days. That night, two moons rose by the Jialing River. One was the Emei crescent moon that was admired by people all over the world, and the other was hung on the top of the mountain on the left side of the main venue for the fountain performance. lamp. That night, on the Jialing River, the waves, music and lights told the legendary story of the Phoenix Hometown; the magic lamp on the top of the mountain interpreted the natural law of the moon's gain and loss. When I returned that night, I fell into deep thought: No matter how noisy the world is, it will eventually return to peace and tranquility; no matter how dark the night is, it will eventually be illuminated by brilliance.
The quiet night in the autumn mountains is cool and pleasant, and the mosquitoes have long disappeared. There were only many moths and insects that couldn't be named, rushing towards the light. The smaller ones squeezed in through the gaps in the screen window and flew close to me. The older ones lie on the screen window, or watch my activities indoors, or dance around, not knowing whether they are greeting friends or showing me their graceful dance.
That night, I went to my companion’s room to chat, but I forgot to turn off the lights when I left. When I came back, the whole house had become a world of insects. I remembered that I forgot to close the swinging window, and they were able to move in in groups. That night, I sat in front of the computer, typing the words I had always wanted to write down the mountain, but could never calm down to type. These insects have always been with me, sometimes flying, sometimes watching from the side, and even lying on my arms. Go take a nap.
Insects are the children of the mountains. They bring the simplicity and frankness of the mountains and are close to me who love the mountains. The mountains outside the window are silent in the dark night, guarding and letting their children pursue their bright dreams. When I fell asleep, I couldn't bear to turn off the light. I know that these insects come for the light. I cannot let them come with hope and return with disappointment. In the haze, I actually felt itchy, and there were small things crawling gently on my cheeks, but I did not disturb their exploration.
Birds are chirping outside the window, and the light has merged with the sky. Those insects that rushed towards me, after staying with me for a night, like naughty children, have sneaked away in my dream.
In those days, when you open your eyes, you can talk to the mountain.
Kindly say: Good morning! The blue sky embedded on the top of the mountain smiled and said: Get up quickly! There is a Xiaguang shawl waiting for you to try on! Although Qingshan is silent, it seems to be saying: Get up, get up! The natural oxygen bar is looking forward to your visit!
Go to the mountains and say hello to the flowers that are blooming silently, and say good morning to the birds that sing happily as soon as you wake up; go to the mountains and quietly bathe in the sunshine like a small tree. , singing heartily like a chirping cicada; go to the mountains, forget the worries of the world, and be a simple and free child like an insect chasing light.
The green mountains outside the window, the tranquil sea of ??mind, return to simplicity.
Outside the window, there are green mountains and a curtain of deep dreams.