I stuck my head out in the turbulent green sea, and I was surprised and inexplicably saw that the deep green was rendered into intoxicating tenderness, with a gorgeous elegance to the extreme.
Here, Qingcheng Mountain, the birthplace of Taoism, is located in western Sichuan.
On the ancient Qingcheng Road, the sun couldn't shine, the rainstorm couldn't catch up, and the wind couldn't blow in. Suddenly, I heard Xiao Sheng.
Xiao Sheng, indifferent to the world, is like a narrow and clear stream in a valley, enjoying itself and flowing endlessly. ...
It is said that it is Xiao Sheng, but it blows out a quiet and serene mood. The lush jungle can't stop it, and the majestic green tide can't isolate it. The long notes, like a beautiful arc, are pervasive and leap into the clouds, releasing a secluded path, surrounded by even the towering ancient trees, with endless aftertaste.
At this moment, my heart has a huge and gentle throb.
That Xiao Sheng, unlike blowing out, seems to be a pleasant and colorful green that permeates from tranquility.
The sound of green.
It is like a giant green hand of nature, caressing an impetuous, grandiose and superficial heart, making it steady, solid and quiet.
I didn't deliberately pursue truth, just, just regard this green as a selfless gift from nature; But in the hazy subconscious, I have long been willing to take this sound of nature as a heart song written by Taoist priests after practicing in the mountains.
"Sweeping bamboo leaves to cook tea, chopping loose roots to cook vegetable roots" is Zheng Banqiao's description of the "out-of-touch" life of Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain. I think that such a pure and clear Xiao Sheng must come from a heart that has never been polluted by noise.
It was after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when I reluctantly left Qingcheng Mountain, which is full of scenery, I accidentally bumped into the "truth".
I saw the man who blew Xiao.
He is blind.
In this place where the sunlight is dyed green, he is like a moving tree.
A tree is so thin, but it is so tall and straight.
On the endless stone steps of Qingcheng Mountain, he walked briskly without crutches. Whether going upstairs or downstairs, he never leaves his mouth and leisurely blows out music like mountain springs or valleys and streams.
Men who are more obedient this year are born blind. With a keen sense of sound, he practiced the unique skill of blowing a flute. At the age of 30, he began to climb up and down Qingcheng Mountain, blowing Xiao Sheng into layers of green.
He walks regularly for seven hours every day, blowing while walking, and blowing for seven hours every day, adding infinite elegance to the original Qingcheng Mountain.
I stopped in front of him and he stopped sharply. I expressed my touch in the most vulgar way, but he pushed back the money I took out and said calmly, "If you like Xiao Sheng, can you buy a bamboo leaf?" With that, he took out a simple bamboo shaw from his backpack, handed it to me and told me a price that surprised me. On the surface, the power of self-reliance has become an inviolable dignity.
Now, after the Sichuan earthquake, the Green Xiao Sheng sounded unexpectedly in expectation, as if it had been fading away.
Looking back at the blind man with tears in his eyes, I think he actually highlights the spiritual outlook of Sichuanese, more like a stone than a stone. It is firm, solid, tenacious, indomitable and indestructible, and no difficulty can defeat them, no.