It is rare to stay at home with my wife and children this National Day, and I have never traveled outside. It is a bit boring to stay at home all day. My wife suggested climbing the south cottage. I was silent and set off without breakfast in the morning. My nephew drove, crossed Chunguang Bridge from Wugang Avenue, and then walked along the road to Daluping. My wife forgot the way. After several inquiries, she turned back twice before reaching the foot of the mountain and parked her car on a flat ground. When I stood by the canal across the bridge and waited for them to come back, the scenery on the roadside caught my eye. I saw the canal half full, glittering and translucent, grass crawling forward, like being combed by an invisible comb. Morning glory on the roadside is in full bloom, big and small, purple and white. Looking down like a trumpet, looking down like a lipstick mouth. This is very interesting.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain, the peaks overlap and stretch westward. There are many bushes on both sides of the road, and a thick green carpet is laid at the foot of the mountain. There are many trees in the middle, which look like many green tents from a distance. Going forward, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the roadside was covered with a kind of grass like a reed, with a broom-like head and a piece of red or white sea. It can be said that "flowers are getting more and more charming." The road passes through the green carpet, and occasionally tall trees stand by and cast shadows and coolness. Before they came to a farmhouse, the brick wall was gray and the house was very old. Two old people are sitting on the threshold. There is a large area of kapok and canna in front of the door. Pink or white kapok is dotted among evergreen trees, and dark red cannas are clustered, which is really beautiful. Standing in front of the door overlooking the county, the vision is wide and the air is fresh. This is really a good place to live. We envy old people and say that they can live long. The old man smiled from ear to ear.
What is even more surprising is that a snowflake suddenly floated on the road ahead. Take a closer look, but it's not. It's a flowering weed, a flower and not a flower. I can't name it. Pale white, white with a little green, crowded together, like a shallow layer of snow, embedded in the green, very eye-catching Surprised, I looked up and saw a temple, which was located in a small ravine on the side of the road. This temple is very magnificent, with upturned cornices and mottled walls. There are couplets by the door. The first part is "There are endless mountains and rivers outside the castle peak" and the second part is "There are doors in Buddhism", which is full of Zen and philosophy of life. The Buddha statue in the temple is majestic, and we stand in front of it and bow with our hands folded.
Not far ahead, I came to Yamaguchi to officially climb the mountain. There is no gate here, and there is a low wall on one side. Before that, the dense bushes continued along the roadside, so dense that almost no seams could be seen, which was lush and layered. My wife's colleague, Mr. Dai, lives in the street not far from here. When he heard the news, he came to be our guide and explained enthusiastically all the way. We climb stairs, and the road winds steeply or slowly to the top of the mountain. There are gravel steps and cement steps, and the gentle place is dirt road. Small wildflowers bloom shyly on the roadside, and here and there, red, white, yellow and purple … like the stars in the sky, they extend all the way to the mountains. Iron money grows piece by piece, like occupying territory, and it is likely to spread. As we go up, there are more and more trees, which are getting bigger and bigger. A welcome pine stood on the roadside politely, waving branches to welcome tourists.
Suddenly I heard the thin sound of running water. I listened carefully, it was under the bushes by the road, but I couldn't see the shadow. The sound of water walked along the road and showed its original shape at a corner. The water is less than three fingers thick and clear and cool. The road is getting steeper and steeper, and the road surface is covered with dead leaves or grayish brown pine leaves, which are soft and rustling. With fewer shrubs, trees are tall and thin, becoming sparse and growing leisurely. Standing in the Woods, looking up, you can see blue sky and white clouds, and the sun shines lazily on the ground in the Woods. We walked in the mottled shadows, panting and sweating. After a while, I came to a closed dome well. Well water is led down the mountain with several white plastic pipes, which tastes cool and sweet. Finally, I came to the top of the mountain. I thought I had reached the highest point. At first glance, I didn't. There are peaks on the peaks. The terrain here is very gentle, just like people's shoulders.
Climbing high and overlooking, the mountains are rolling in the distance, and fields, villages and streams lie quietly in the warm sunshine. White villages and mirror-like streams sparkle. Continue to climb, the road is covered with weeds, like a country road. After a while, I reached the top of the mountain and saw a small temple surrounded by cigarettes. As soon as we entered a small Buddha statue, we bowed and prayed devoutly. Drums and bells are hung on the left and right purlins behind the Buddha statue, which reminds me of the "morning bell and evening drum", as if I heard the melodious sound of bells and drums. I searched in the temple for a long time, but I didn't see a monk. I didn't know that they all went to the foot of the mountain until I asked. Can't they bear loneliness and the world of mortals?
This will be crucial, other mountains are short under the sky .. Standing on the top of the mountain, the vision is wide and the lofty sentiments and ambitions stir my heart. I can't be calm for a long time. Staring at the surrounding mountains and the vast mountains extending westward, my thoughts become heavy and solemn ... I am proud of the beauty of my hometown and ashamed of my previous "disapproval" The southern shanzhai is so pure and quiet. If I do this, this life will be enough!
Nanshanzhai is simple and exquisite, like a rough jade without any carving. If we say that Yunshan is a good family, Nanshan Village is a small family; Nan Shanzhai, standing on the edge of downtown, guards one side of peace and the other side of pure land. I will come to see you often. ...