When I first arrived in Baiyun, I was surprised by such an unprecedented picture: no matter on the grass beach or on the grass slope, yaks are pacing leisurely in groups of three or five or grazing with their heads down, some standing still and some lying still, with old crows standing on their backs and buttocks; The two do not invade each other, such as family intimacy and harmony. This simple and quiet picture reveals a trace of ancient vicissitudes, just like the ancient murals in the grottoes, which makes people daydream and move. I never thought that the strong yak was so kind and the old crow was so capricious. Even if pedestrians approach, cows and crows are still in a safe state. In fact, pedestrians don't bother or hurt them at all. The friendship between them makes me firmly believe that this place is not dangerous, just like a white cloud, full of warmth, purity and beauty.
The mountains around the white clouds are covered with dense forests, forming a series of green screens. The four seasons here are distinct, picturesque and natural. In spring, pink peach blossoms, snow-white wild plum blossoms, bright yellow wild thorn roses ... cluster after cluster, and five-color blocks seem to be the painter's palette. The white clouds in summer are a green world, with clear mountains and clear waters, blue sky and white clouds. After a rain, the mountains were covered with smoke and clouds, and Baiyun Village was looming in the milky mist. Clouds disperse and cicadas sing in the forest, one after another, as if to remind those who don't feel hot and dry that summer has arrived. In autumn, the wild fruits on the gully slope are fragrant. Wild sour pears, wild plums, seabuckthorn and other fruits are numerous, and the branches are bent and no one picks them. There is a thick layer under the tree, and people will not cross their feet when they step on it.
The happiest thing is picking mushrooms. On Sunday, people get together to pick mushrooms in the dark forest. Aside from the thick layer of dead leaves in front of the roots, you can see several fresh mushroom heads clustered together, which makes people exclaim with joy. Far away, I heard the laughter in the mountains, but I couldn't see the shadow of people; It really responds to the wonderful artistic conception of emptiness in the depths of the mountain expressed by "there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice" There are many kinds of mushrooms, and you can pick up the basket in half a day. If you are lucky, you can also pick fungus and Hericium erinaceus. Mushrooms bask in the yard, and the whole yard is fragrant. A wild mushroom stewed chicken in winter is delicious. The winter with white clouds has changed its tenderness, coldness and coldness, but the mountains are greener and the pines and cypresses are bluer. The wind, surprisingly fierce, is like a wolf howling at night; Sometimes like an angry lion, it seems to blow people down. Once I went to work by bike. I went with the wind, but I was blown into a ditch by the side of the road. The embarrassing experience is so beautiful in retrospect.
Baiyun village on the other side gives people a quiet and peaceful scene everywhere. The outer wall of the Tibetan hut is made of stone, which looks like a bunker. There are colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind on the roof of every household, and the big wooden shelf like a ladder in front of the door is covered with barley and broad beans ... The tall and old poplars in front of the village are flourishing, and in autumn, against the blue sky, like the Millennium Populus euphratica in the western regions, golden leaves burn half the sky. Bailong River has made great progress in changing the terrain difference, and the river surface has become wide and flat. There is a wooden bridge on the river. The pier is a tripod made of wood, and the deck is composed of cross bars. This bridge, in its roughness, shows its primitive and quaint beauty. Tibetan villagers walked along the bridge and walked among the white clouds, and gradually established friendly relations with people in the forestry bureau. Villagers often exchange their own soybeans and bracken pork for flour, rice and clear oil from the forestry bureau. Later, the Forestry Bureau invested in building a tall iron cable bridge, which made pedestrians on both sides of the strait unimpeded, and the friendship between Tibetan and Chinese brothers became as strong as a steel bridge.
According to the predecessors, before the development, Baiyun was a barren beach, overgrown with weeds and inaccessible. It is a group of builders who come here to cut mountains, build roads and build camps; Take root and blossom here and devote yourself to the national forestry construction. Most of the early Tibetans lived in deep mountains and forests. They are almost isolated from the outside world and live in a primitive and backward state. When the car horn sounded for the first time in the sleeping ravine, all the people living in the mountains were frightened; When the light of the headlights first lit up the ravine, they thought that the gods had fallen from the sky; When someone gives soap to Tibetans and teaches them how to wash clothes, they will regard soap as food ... People from Forestry Bureau bring new things into mountains, civilization into white clouds, and help Tibetan compatriots open doors and windows to understand the outside world. The younger generation of Tibetans learn to speak Mandarin, wearing high heels, bell bottoms and Tibetan robes. The villagers also used electricity, watched TV and got on the bus. ...
People from the Forestry Bureau come from all corners of the country, which makes Xiaobaiyun have a vast world. Multi-regional accents and diverse living habits and customs have injected fresh blood into the white clouds in the mountains. I have lived in Bai Yunsheng for several years and am familiar with dialects in many provinces. I learned to cook northeast sauerkraut and Sichuan kimchi ... and made many friends. Today, more than 20 years later, although friends are in different places, their friendship is still there and their contact is still unbroken.
Perhaps it is because people from other places are mostly warm and friendly, and have a strong sense of fellow villagers. My best fellow villagers are Uncle Zhang and his wife. The old couple treat me like a daughter. Every holiday, I always go to their home. My aunt always cooks home-cooked meals for me, and their kind care keeps me away from my parents and is no longer so lonely. Let's go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and pick wild fruits. On the hillside and forest deep in the white clouds, we left a string of happy laughter. At sunset, we went to the grass slope behind the house to catch grasshoppers for chickens, and picked snow-white straw mushrooms to cook soup. Baiyun, give the treasure to the people here without hesitation; People here give love back to Baiyun; I, here, feel the warmth like "white clouds".
My peaceful and beautiful friendship is as pure as "white clouds"
At the beginning of my work, I couldn't ride a bike. Riding a heavy bicycle, Ping sends me to and from work, rain or shine. Later, she taught me to ride a bike and helped me buy a car. She has delicious food at home and will definitely give it to me. Her mother's garlic eggplant, steamed and stuffed, has a unique fragrance that will stay on my tongue forever.
Xiu is a Cantonese, with the cleverness of a southern woman. She is several years older than me, rich in ideas and rich in social experience. She taught me a lot of social knowledge. We talk about everything together. Her emotional experience, life confusion and good wishes are all told to me. I go to her house every night to watch TV and tease her children. Every time, she will send me downstairs to the dormitory. When she goes out with her lover, she will give me a bunch of keys so that I can watch TV and cook at her house. This bunch of keys has a door and a cupboard ... what she gave me was actually not a key, but the trust between people.
Then I transferred back to my hometown. Every time I think of the fascinating white clouds, my memory is full of kindness and joy. I think: to measure the beauty of a place, not only the beautiful scenery, rich products, developed economy ... but also the personality of the people there; The goodness of human nature and the beauty of human nature are the most beautiful yardsticks-just like the white clouds deep in the mountains.