"This is a simple and wild sea and a miracle of life. Hundreds of millions of years ago, the rushing magma spewed out of the earth's crust and swallowed all the green at lightning speed ... However, one morning thousands of years later, a touch of green rose tenaciously from the solidified wind erosion magma and spread out in a large area. It went through the Quaternary Glacier without hesitation, and after numerous disasters, it is still lovely today. This is probably why streams are called primitive secondary forests. This is a writer's description of Xiangxi.
In Xiangxi, green has enveloped my heart. A stream, hidden in the dense branches and leaves of Xiangxi, flows in a happy time. My thoughts are turning or drifting in the streams of Xiangxi. Is this the Xiangxi I am looking for? In the mysterious village of the mysterious stockade, I heard the beating of ancient songs and the surging bursts of Lin Tao. I think there must be the melancholy and memory of Xiangxi, which contains its longing and sustenance for life. Xiangxi gave birth to the roots of life and green, and gave birth to all the sources of water and milk. Isn't the sweet spring of our life from the mysterious gurgling of Xiangxi? Xiangxi in front of me is still clinging to my faith. The sky in western Hunan must be the most meaningful poem in the world, with unspeakable beauty. Now, I stand beside Xiangxi, and my mind is intertwined, collided and merged with Xiangxi's mind. Xiangxi still stands and talks with me with a lively and agile life body, crossing the void of mind and thinking. The years in Xiangxi tell me a truth, life will not wither suddenly in the eyes of distant history, and the tree of life will be evergreen.
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The mystery and beauty of Xiangxi cannot be replicated. Xiangxi conveys poetic feelings and is a realm of Xiangxi. Their souls shine in the eternal starry sky and never fade. Walking into Xiangxi, I saw the blend of culture and Zen, and felt the poetry of ancient incense and stone. Every gorgeous place has a rich history. Walking into Xiangxi, my mind is full of the sound of harmony with Tao and the life rhythm of all species.
Xiangxi can make me reborn, and Xiangxi can make me phoenix nirvana. There are phoenixes in Xiangxi, and phoenixes have golden phoenix. Walking into the Phoenix in Xiangxi, I saw golden phoenix at a glance. To my surprise and sigh, golden phoenix is about to fly. There is no lack of soft feeling in my heart, amazing to almost ecstatic. Because in my heart, there is a belief that only in Xiangxi, only in Phoenix, only when I see golden phoenix, my rebirth and my nirvana can be realized. Without the existence of golden phoenix, how can there be the nirvana of life? Without the legend of golden phoenix, how can there be the mystery of Xiangxi? Looking at those Miao girls dressed in gorgeous ethnic costumes, either alone or in groups of three or five, walking in the street like beautiful peacocks, makes the phoenix particularly enchanting.
Xiangxi residents in the mountains like to build their houses under ancient trees, on rock ridges and by mountain streams. The house is naturally a wooden house, and the footings are green slates of the same color. No need for cement or industrial materials with strange smell. A house like that will only smell of resin all day. Living in such a house, no matter winter or summer, does not need air conditioning. Therefore, women in mountainous areas of western Hunan who live in moist and fresh air all day long have particularly delicate skin and look as bright and lovely as new leaves in the sun.
I guess the rivers in western Hunan have been flowing for thousands of years, and there must be carbonized ancient sedimentary trees under the riverbed, which have not been excavated yet. Some precious ancient trees are buried deep under the river bed, which have the charm of paleontological fossils and such immortal mystery. These leafy, tall and vigorous ancient trees, as rare trees on the earth, have their special significance in the dark. From the love of life for ancient trees, I have always felt that a tree is a totem. Every drop of water above is photocopied with countless pictures, the baptism of blood and fire, and the years of swords and shadows; Like the vertical extension of ellipsis, it verifies the vicissitudes of ancient trees.
From the stream, I saw the restless and stubborn character, their betrayal spirit, and their humiliation and bloody chivalry spirit that had already been written down in their fate.
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Xiangxi, I'm looking for its mystery tour. It goes through the life-and-death game with time and pursues the ideal of life with a normal heart. When it comes to the ancient trees in Xiangxi, they are giant pens and vigorous China calligraphy fonts, which are quietly independent of the edge of the world and stubbornly guarding the lonely home of life. The green of life touched their hearts, and lightning tempered their spiritual values. Those trees, with their standing posture, show the rise and reproduction of a tree age, and their sorrows and joys sing in a lonely world-holding up their tenacity and strength with unyielding souls.
The ancient trees in Xiangxi have experienced the destruction of history, the life and death of nature, lightning electroforming, wind erosion and rain turbidity, leaving a dark and eccentric body, full of holes, engraved with the imprint of time, refreshing the face of time. The starry sky above them enlivened light and wisdom and revived the most touching poem in all things. Ancient trees interpret the value of life with their own existence, and the soul and thoughts of an ancient tree are still blending in the tunnel of time. Walking into an ancient tree I just visited, I burst into tears and my heart was burning. The life of ancient trees has always been in the direction of growth. Although the years have changed, things have changed, but only the liveliness and watchfulness in life have lit up the starry sky, and ancient trees have become brilliant flowers.
These tough and cold ancient trees have devoted themselves to the evolution and development of thousands of years, and they have an innate spiritual pursuit and will to struggle. It is said that the tree can still live if it is split in half. Feng Zikai said: "Because the tree is big. The tree is deep-rooted, so it doesn't matter if you cut it a little. He can grow indefinitely, and soon he will become a big tree again. We in China are like this big tree. "
That old tree is in Luyang Town. It is at least 200 years old. I grew up beside the ancient post road in my early years, next to a flat and fertile field. In the 1920s, it was already vast and gloomy. Shen Congwen once wrote this ancient tree in his essay Huaihua Town. Every time I see the Lv Yun-style canopy scattered behind the houses in the town, I can't help but stare at Shen Congwen's experience. I always want to get close to this ancient tree, stand in front of it, mourn it and touch it, all with reverence. I think it is a chance to think that a foreigner is also mourning here. A tree allows people of different nationalities thousands of miles away to gather in a small market town in western Hunan. Two people's eyes spanned more than half a century and blended together among the green leaves of the tree. What a wonderful moment! I'm excited to think about it.
This ancient tree with four seasons like clouds and green branches like dragons is considered to be the ancient Qinggang Tree with long life and hard wood, or Itsuki Midoriba. Later, I learned that this is an ancient camphor tree. Tall trees stand tall and straight in the courtyard, covering almost the whole courtyard. The tree is next to the back wall, and the trunk is as big as two people holding together. The pen stands more than 30 meters, flourishing. The rough surface of the tree looks like a centenarian. In the early 1920s, Shen Congwen and I contacted and admired this tree for more than 90 years. After so many years, I was lucky enough to see the weather-beaten and vibrant ancient camphor tree. How natural and cutting-edge this is. I felt the spirit of the owner and the divinity of this ancient tree when I touched it. I have always believed that ancient trees can become gods in western Hunan. God is everywhere! Under this tree, a small sea temple, one meter square, was built, and incense paper ash was burned inside. Someone should believe in the holy tree. Unfortunately, a stone tablet was not erected, indicating that this is the missing camphor tree that Shen Congwen once described. That would be more perfect and make life more nostalgic.
This tree once lived in Shen Congwen's memory and will always live in the pen and ink of literati. Now, Shen Congwen's spirit in heaven may haunt this leafy old tree, and his soul is like a bird, singing peacefully in the shade. The soul is like a breeze, winding among the leaves in the sky.
In his autobiography, Shen Congwen still remembers the tree, the town, the light rain and the cave on the waist of the hill. He called it a wind tunnel. It is also an unforgettable scene for him many years later. Of course, the ironmaking furnace mentioned by Mr. Wang no longer exists, and it is difficult to confirm the place where he cooked dog meat for his fellow boss in the ironmaking furnace. But the field behind the big tree, through the stream in the field, still flows quietly. It is still an idyllic scenery, and it is still a vague appearance 90 years ago. All the vegetables, radishes and crops in the field are green and shining in the sun.
Shen Congwen carved Xiangxi for our descendants, full of fantasy and romance, and gained eternity in words. Longer than this ancient camphor tree. I touched this ancient tree and looked up at the vast canopy like a cloud, which was deeply touched. Culture is accumulated. China's 5,000-year-old culture, like a long river of history, has left a deep-rooted and profound Chinese culture.
In Xiangxi, I have entered the inner world of an ancient tree and the sun, moon and Kun of life. I held my breath, repeatedly touched the heartbeat of an ancient tree and listened to its silent whisper. Listen to the humming of a life repeatedly and touch his spiritual height. I hung on an old tree to pay tribute to it. In fact, I am paying tribute to a life and a person. A person, a tree, exists naturally and depends on each other. In Xiangxi, there are no worldly interests, greed, violence and cruelty, intrigue and helplessness in reality, but people relax and forget themselves in front of nature, which is also the best state of mind that people present in front of nature. The open-minded wisdom left by an ancient tree deserves our examination and treasure.
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I just breathe quietly, for fear of disturbing Xiangxi's thinking and a person's soul. I dare not say something in my heart. I know that secular desires are here and will be washed away by this heavy spirit. My breath is so calm. I meditate alone in the silent space, looking up at their history and future. I can't help admiring and worshiping in my heart. This is the tree in my life. They didn't lose their wings. They have been smoothed by the sunshine, and their sighing eyes may have taken away some sadness, but more is glory and happiness. Secular glory and happiness have infiltrated into the secular cool world. In Buddhism, the vitality of life originated in the jungle. Mountains and rivers are always mountains and rivers, but ancient trees have crossed mountains and rivers, crossed the pain and frustrations in the history of human civilization, and finally knocked on the heart of life freely. These ancient trees once flowed through the Book of Songs and interacted with the sun and the moon on the road of life, and the trajectory of life climbed out of the sky with the soul.
I breathe quietly, my life is breathing, and I touch the soul of Xiangxi. I heard it talking silently, and I heard the keys banging on the earth, and the strings stroking the earth. This diverse and complex world turned out to be so simple and simple that no one will forget the Buddha's voice that transcends the soul. Those wet stone roads opened long-forgotten memories and brought back my budding thoughts.
Standing in front of the beautiful Tuojiang River, what is surging in my heart is not the bitterness of Cui Cui's fate, but countless excited confessions of beauty, yearning for mountains and rivers in western Hunan, and looking back at the mysterious western Hunan again and again. Xiangxi, once tenaciously supporting countless branches and leaves, once silently honed its will in the stormy years. Can't this experience show the eternal vitality and grandeur of life? Xiangxi is spiritual, and its mountains and rivers are spiritual. The mystery of Xiangxi is inextricably linked with the spirituality of Xiangxi. In thousands of years of historical journey, Xiangxi is full of wind and rain and thunder, intertwined with human struggles and struggles, soaked with scorching heat waves, and suffering from the disaster of war. Because of this, Xiangxi has the warmth and enthusiasm of the world and is respected and looked up to.
At this moment, my heart is not only buzzing, but also an impulse to make a phone call. What I see is the birth of ancient trees and human beings, and what I see is the mutual reflection of times and destiny. Stroking the ancient trees that have experienced a long history and changeable situations around me, stroking the water of Tuojiang River, my ups and downs have been surging.
The soul of Xiangxi guides their spiritual direction, sticks to the nirvana of life and glows with endless vitality. Although this is the end of life, isn't it the beginning of life? Historical twists and turns, geological changes, natural risks and heavy losses on the earth have failed to destroy the ancient tree's obsession with the tension of life.
I silently looked back at the glory and dreams of Xiangxi, and the window of my heart suddenly opened. The passion of my soul is still burning. Through this autumn rain, I saw the figure of Xiangxi walking alone. The diversity and complexity of the world have refined Cyclobalanopsis's character. They stand upright in the vast sky, stunning the world with a leisurely personality charm. An ancient tree is actually a unique symbol of the soul. Our world may need more noble, elegant and extraordinary souls to fill the glory of mankind.
Looking up at the true face of Xiangxi, although many vicissitudes and frustrations are written on my face, I won't suddenly feel some kind of melancholy and worry. I am glad that they have a soul to live and return to. God always likes to give some lonely souls enough vicissitudes. Xiangxi once stood like mushrooms after rain in the world. It is a rape flower in our hearts in spring, and it is still remembered and cared for by many people. Xiangxi, a tenacious and vigorous personality symbol that lingers in my life, has completely lost its lingering tenderness, leaving its pride and greatness that cannot be faded in its bones. In the hometown where they live, it is still bright and vibrant in spring.
Standing in front of Xiangxi, I seem to have returned to my hometown. My thoughts wavered in the wilderness, thinking of the ancient trees in the wilderness, thinking of the power of weeds in life, and a stream of passionate emotions came to my eyes, and suddenly tears filled my eyes. The historical sky, Shan Ye and valleys full of love and sunshine are free and lush forests. As for the ancient trees, they roam freely in this unrestrained forest. What they hold in their hearts is always a kind of generosity and openness, which has created a full spiritual realm and supported our endless yearning and pursuit.
The Xiangxi complex summarized in my heart is no longer an illusion or a hypothesis. Nature, like the habitat of this ancient tree, rises with peace and prosperity without restraint and inhibition. A person, a book, a boat, a river, will be integrated with the mountains and rivers in western Hunan, and finally gorgeous. However, a person stands calmly in the torrent of history and lasts forever. In the long river of years, he is still a green branch.
Life is like this, be more honest and confident. The normal state of secular life has its own original life. Only by experiencing the ups and downs of life and keeping in touch with the blood of the earth can life be true and natural. Support life with life, set off green leaves with green leaves, and express dignity with freehand brushwork, and the world will be clear, bright and beautiful.
Xiangxi is a history, and its mystery is Xiangxi culture. Xiangxi hides a heart of heaven and earth, with the feelings of being born, and lights up my eyes with the care of joining the WTO. Their life is inseparable from struggle and pursuit, but they have always left endless charm and bloomed bundles of rich and fulfilling spiritual flowers.
chapter five
The end of the life of a towering tree does not mean the end of the river, but the end of a tree indicates the call of culture. The trees that have lost vitality are leading us to a new life. Why do humans always have thousands of reasons to pursue ever-changing happiness? And those so-called happiness disappear in a fleeting time? The life of a tree is humble, but it is this humble life that supports its innate pride and nobility. The life of Dashu gives me a lot of comfort. I walk in the center of the tree. Although I was a passer-by in a hurry, I saw a lonely soul with no regrets at that moment. At that moment, I felt the eternal pilgrimage in the depths of my life. I came from the forest and walked into the sky of ancient trees. Maybe I'm not particularly surprised. My acquaintance with ancient trees is a kind of karma in the Buddhist sense. So, I was alone among the ancient trees, listening to their voices from nature. Ancient trees show the struggle and nobility of life with a tall and straight posture, and miss the youth of the past. Although their vitality is gone forever, they have left the most thought-provoking material evidence in this world. The sky of ancient trees is still clear, and ancient trees still live in my soul, which makes me realize the value and significance of every creature.
How rich is the heart of Xiangxi? The accumulation of 5,000-year-old historical civilization and the hope of 5,000-year-old Chinese descendants have all merged into the historical sky of Xiangxi. The world of Xiangxi is an eternal world of vicissitudes and infatuation. The scenery of western Hunan is a tablet stone without words, which records the changes of history, carries the long river of years and points to the hearts of heaven and earth with a warm edge.
Xiangxi, let me see the confidence and warmth of the soul, guiding my longing and yearning. In the sky of Xiangxi, I still flapped my wings, walked through a long and mysterious time, walked through bitterness and fatigue, and saw the beautiful scenery in the sun. At that moment, I once again heard the whispers of Xiangxi; At that moment, the silence of Xiangxi had a real and natural fit.
The mountains and rivers in western Hunan bear rich philosophy of life, which makes me worship and look back with a vastness. I lay quietly on my back on a landmark rock in western Hunan, constantly and stubbornly questioning the meaning of life. Seeing the beauty of Xiangxi and seeing one's body and mind return to the landscape of Xiangxi, one will naturally think of the purpose of modern civilization. No matter how human civilization evolves and how people's needs are met, the instinct of being close to nature cannot be abandoned. The development of mankind has not made civilization more ignorant, but made wisdom more rational and life more meaningful. We are close to nature and want to be integrated with nature, so that our souls can be nourished in nature. And this edification is the desire of our own life, and we need this desire. Our persistent pursuit of nature is actually to let our hearts cross the natural spiritual space of heaven and earth. There is no doubt that the nature in front of us has become the nourishment of life, the natural oxygen bar, and the vitality of nature is another kind of freshness of life. The smile of nature is sweeping people's increasingly barren hearts and growing green life. Love nature, love every living thing in this world. Is to let nature see that man is actually a part of nature, and man cannot surpass nature. When people love every living thing in this world, they are actually forgiving what they have done and saving their souls.
This peace of mind is my hometown. This is the best answer to the question of the ultimate meaning of life. I seem to understand how satisfied this heart is when a soul yearns for it. A heart can finally be put down, and it is in my hometown. I listened to pottery on Tingtao Mountain near Tuojiang River, and I heard the voice of life, the cry of life from the heart. From the mountain road to the right, you can see a stone tablet not far away with five big characters written on it. Here, it is a person's "my hometown". Not far away, there is a vertical stone tablet with the inscription: "A soldier will either die in the battlefield or return to his hometown." It coincides with a soldier's long-cherished wish. If he hadn't died on the battlefield, he would have returned to his hometown. Staring at the cemetery built on the narrow lawn, there is no grave, only a natural colored stone weighing 6 tons. On the front of the stone, Shen Congwen's handwriting is engraved: "According to my thinking, you can understand me;" According to my thinking, I can know people. " On the back of the stone is Shen Congwen's sister Zhang Chonghe's couplet: "uncompromising, kind; The stars are full of words, and they are fine. " The four words at the end of the joint sentence: "Let people follow the article", which embodies Shen Congwen's life.
The quietness of Shen Congwen's cemetery and the surrounding green trees fully prove that the connotation of the cemetery is very rich and contains different contents. Mr. Shen's watery state of mind contains all this. I have read the story about water written by Mr. Wang. Cui Cui at Chadong Ferry, sailors in Yuanjiang Valley and people rowing dragon boats under Box Rock are all related to water. Mr. Wang enlightens with water, thinks with water, reshapes human nature with water, and embraces everything with water.
When we read Shen Congwen's words, we always feel strongly the aestheticism and elegance floating in those words first. What a familiar smell. Just like the breath vaguely breathed in the night dream in Fenghuang Ancient City Inn-warm and pure, flashing with the Tuojiang River water outside the window with complicated memories.
Shen Congwen's soul will jump with the mountains and rivers in western Hunan, and his border town will become more and more confusing with the drizzle in western Hunan. It is enough for him to have a Zhang Zhaohe all his life. He may be the most infatuated man in the world, but is Zhang Zhaohe the happiest woman in the world?