Qixia prose

I heard that the red leaves in Qixia are in good condition, so I made an appointment with my friends to visit Nanjing. I take the train and change trains. After many twists and turns, I finally arrived near Qixia. Looking at Qixia from a distance, the whole mountain is looming in the hazy mist, which is not clear. Like a poem, half of her face is hidden behind her guitar from us.

When you look closely, it gradually shows a strong color, gradually changing, from the green at the foot of the mountain to the yellow at the mountainside and then to the red at the top of the mountain. The color is extremely rich and harmonious, and it is a landscape painting that no matter how good a master can describe.

The beauty of nature is always better than man-made creation, because nature always inadvertently brings the art of beauty to every corner of the world, without a trace of redundancy, and beauty is pure. Only in this era of sardines, more and more people are addicted to the flashy material life, and the eyes that can really appreciate beauty are gradually disappearing.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I looked up and saw the dark gray stone gate, which stood in the shade. This is the world-famous Qixia. Monks proudly shuttled in front of the mountain gate, even blowing kisses on the mountain gate proudly held their heads high, as if telling the legendary story of Qixia that lasted for thousands of years. Who doesn't know that a Qixia Mountain is half of Jinling history books!

Once upon a time, Zen master Shao used to "travel around the mountains and play with water" in Nanjing, and finally fell in love with the landscape of Qixia, where he built an exquisite house. Jing She is the embryonic form of qixia temple. Qixia temple is located at the west foot of Qixia Mountain in Qixia District, Nanjing, surrounded by mountains on three sides and the Yangtze River in the north. It is one of the four famous temples in China and the birthplace of the Three Theories of Buddhism in the south of the Yangtze River. It is also the largest Buddhist temple in Nanjing. During the Southern Dynasties, it was as famous as Jiming Temple in Jiangnan and Dingshan Temple in Jiangbei. Therefore, qixia temple's main entrance system is quite grand and full of majesty. The yellow walls, the glazed tiles with red ribbons, the exquisite overhangs and the huge doors all show the Millennium glory of Qixia. The main entrance of qixia temple is the main entrance of Qixia Mountain Scenic Area.

Today, Qixia Mountain Scenic Area has become a paid tourist attraction, charging 25 tickets in off-season and 40 tickets in peak season. The past compassion Dojo is gradually moving towards the road of commercialization. The fence built in front of the gate of qixia temple for charging is out of tune with the antique buildings around it. The banner of Qixia Mountain Maple Leaf Festival hangs across the tree in front of the gate to attract tourists, and the bark of the old tree has been pulled down with a deep mark. Entering the scarlet gate of qixia temple, we passed the majestic stone beast and the statue of dharma protector, and were confronted by the huge black incense burner and fragrant sandalwood that were entrenched in front of the screen.

Bypassing the screen wall, there is a unique small lake on the left. The lotus on the lake has been sold, and the yard just stands alone, bleak in the yellow leaves and beautiful in the bleak. This is Mingjing Lake, which is called rainbow mirror. Not far ahead, there are bell tower and drum tower on both sides. The architecture of the two buildings is exquisite and gorgeous, which has a classical charm-if you ignore the monks who are trying to sell bracelets in front of the Drum Tower and the ancient trees wearing golden flashing seat belts.

Walking along the main road, there are new antique corridors and temples on both sides, but now it has become a place to sell Buddha statues and various souvenirs, with tourists weaving and crowds. The original tranquility and comfort of the ancient temple were quietly broken. Climb the steps, follow the terrain, pass through another door, and you will see the magnificent main hall and two ginkgo trees in front of the hall. Because of their beauty, friends praised them as real ginkgo trees-the street trees in the school are uniform. Without this randomness, there would naturally be no such beauty.

I walked in front of the temple for a while and entered the main hall with my friends. The Buddha statue in the main hall is resplendent and solemn, but Zen masters everywhere advise tourists to donate money, which destroys the serious atmosphere. After only a few glances, we left the main hall through the back door. After I came out, my friend told me a story.

"Golden stone, is a Buddhist? A mage begged everywhere to build a golden statue. He is very happy and thinks he is the best believer. At this time, a little girl took a lotus flower and wanted to exchange his Buddha statue with him. He said that Buddha statues are much more precious than lotus flowers. Why should I change it for you? " Is this a true Buddhist? The question mark lingers in the ancient temple. Go along the back door, climb all the way, and walk past pagodas and caves, which is the way up the mountain.

On the roadside is a green pool and a tree, which has not turned red, but is turning red, and has turned red. Although the heights are staggered, they are hidden and orderly, and the creators have their own beauty. My friends and I climbed slowly along the winding stone road. During the period, there were mountain springs as companions and birds as friends, and the body proudly wandered between heaven and earth, and the mind unconsciously merged into the natural situation and became a part of this landscape. People are inseparable from the environment.

In a landscape, a friend found a fortune teller who was engaged in this ancient occupation that lasted for thousands of years. Perhaps because this beautiful scenery has some magical charm, my unbelieving friend decided to ask him to calculate a divination for himself, which is a valuable life experience. After the calculation, my friend told me that it was just that he and the fortune teller were testing each other. The western algorithm is not connected with China's, and it is still arbitrarily limiting the life span of others, but the last sentence is very useful.

Actually, I don't believe in life. Although I have seen the difficulty of having children and the tragedy of smearing my fate, I am still blindly optimistic. I am not reconciled! Yes, I am unwilling! Although my background is extremely humble, if I divide it by family composition, I am afraid it is the bottom of this society. However, I want to change my fate and be a fish that escapes from the net in the palm of this given fate. I am working hard for my naive ideal step by step, which seems to be just an extravagant hope in the eyes of others. I have no background, no money, no background, and I can only rely on myself. We must grow rapidly and stand on our own two feet.

Going up this road is Xiaoyingpan, where there is a wooden building. We climbed up and saw far away. In autumn, I thought of my invisible hometown, my teacher, my ideal, my ambition and my experience. I couldn't help feeling extremely sad and crying. Autumn has a feeling of sadness and loneliness. After all, the hearts of the ancients are hard to find. I can only turn my little personal feelings into the intentions in poetry inch by inch, express them in the form of poetry, and become jumping and vigorous notes on paper. Friends alone, thinking, quiet. His heart has always been calm, and his feelings tend to be rational. Unlike my fragile feelings, they are always flooded when you least expect them. We can only wait for it to calm down. I continue to look at the red leaves and Qixia in autumn, trying to appreciate the nature from another angle.

Qixia Essay (2)

I continue to look at the red leaves and Qixia in autumn, trying to appreciate the nature from another angle. I think it is a kind of love and cherish for life. The leaves on the tree are red, and gradually lose the green color representing vitality and the ability to synthesize nutrients. However, they are still standing on the branches in the chilly autumn wind, unwilling to fall down early. They must persist until the last moment when they can resist, when the nutrients are completely exhausted-they love their lives and they are stubbornly fighting against the laws of nature. They don't want to die, even when they have to die, they should choose the most beautiful way to say goodbye, just like a flying red butterfly flying over every treetop, over the heads of tourists, overlooking the river not far away, sighing for the life they have to leave, and then stopping under the shade of trees and beside the roots. Turn it into nutrients and give birth to new leaves in the coming year.

Of course, there are also conifers and cypresses that leave no leaves on the mountain. But to be honest, I don't like them. They occupy the branches for a long time, and don't give new leaves more opportunities. Although it is eternal, it lacks an attitude towards death. Along the path, further up is the fork in the road halfway up the mountain. Two cement roads, one down and one up. We choose the upward road, and there are more red maple leaves along the way, because some roadside trees are still short and many leaves are within reach. This also gave me a chance to get close to the maple leaf.

I approached the trees by the roadside and observed each tree carefully. I found that these trees with red leaves are not a species. Their leaves are irregular, pentagonal, oval, triangular and fan-shaped ... leaves are big and small. Ever-changing, beautiful. I reached out and touched each leaf, feeling their texture and their gradient. This change usually begins with thin stems whose leaves absorb nutrients. The thin stems gradually turn purple and then red, making it more and more difficult to absorb nutrients.

Then the red color spread along the veins of the leaves, until the whole leaf gradually turned red, and gradually dried up because of the loss of photosynthesis, turning into dazzling red, jumping off the branches, throwing into the arms of Mother Earth and sinking into the soil. Ye's life ended like this. It blooms its beauty and completes its meaning. It lived a wonderful life and experienced cold and summer; It died magnificently, and its bright red color dyed all over the mountains. Its life is meaningful, it creates oxygen breath and embellishes everything on earth; Its death is meaningful, which frees up precious space for new life and becomes a nutrient to nourish them.

In the gap between the fallen leaves, on the roadside where the sun can shine, saplings are growing tenaciously. It is also a shrub of red beans, which embodies the style of fire in southern China. Autumn in Qixia, so wanton, is the power of life.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker. Seeing leaves in the fog is the same as seeing flowers in the fog, and it has different poetic rhyme. Because I can't see clearly from afar, every time I get close, there will always be new surprises. And every step in the mountains is like walking in the clouds. Outside the cloud nine, there seems to be a feeling of immortality. After walking for a while, two small tile houses suddenly jumped out in a white fog, which surprised people. A poem immediately flashed through my mind, which was Mutu's "Mountain Walk". "From a distance, Hanshan stone path is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " Yes! This fantastic blur is the mountain color of Qixia. Qixia mountain was born in confusion and sublimated in confusion, which is eternal beauty.

Qixia Essay (3)

Going up again, according to the logo, it should be the riverside of the first emperor. However, on the way up the mountain, I didn't find Qin Shihuang anywhere in Linjiangtai. Instead, I bought six villagers' trinkets woven from herbs produced in the mountains and a pile of dates.

I didn't have enough change at that time, so I had to spend 100 yuan to buy a small pendant with a total of 10 yuan. I gave the money to my fellow villagers, who immediately gave it to me without looking at it. I'm surprised. "Don't you check?" The villagers smiled innocently and blushed. "You children, how can you give me fake money! But to check! " Then she smiled at the aunt next to her.

"Say you also made! You give me one, I give you so many things! " Aunt also follow to laugh. Under the laughter like a silver bell, I secretly put away the hand that wanted to secretly check the money. Well, I deserve it! Won the trust of the villagers. This feeling is really priceless in today's society. How many people are willing to trust each other in this city life?

I took a shortcut to the top of the mountain. At the top of the mountain is a towering electric tower and a small courtyard where a tower keeper lives. From time to time, there was a loud crow cry in the small yard. But the cock's spirit of singing the world white still failed to break through the clouds. Looking down from the mountain, it was all white. You can't see that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, and the peaks and hills are like children and grandchildren. There are only white clouds for thousands of years.

After going down the mountain, the fog disappeared. The colors of leaves are brighter, red like fire, yellow like gold and green like emeralds. Live up, all over the mountains. Turning a corner, the first emperor's riverside land magically appeared in front of him. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. It turned out that we missed the tree because it was too dense and we were not careful.

Standing on the stage, where Zu Longyi stood a thousand years ago. Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. Where have all the heroes of the past gone now? Only Cangshan Baiyun is still old. Heaven is merciless and won't make a little regret for anyone. People, originally small to heaven and earth, had better have some awe.

Go back to the fork in the road and choose a different road.

There are few passers-by, and green leaves seem to be far more than red leaves. However, after turning a big bend, you see the red leaves in the ditch, and the red butterflies are flying up and down among the tall trees, as if they were separated from each other. A little further, Wisteria Falls and Bantang Duckweed complement each other. Further on, there are two stone statues, and the red leaves fall on them, adding simplicity.

There is no one around, only birds can be heard vaguely. This is where Fan asked. In the past, Fan and Zen Master Yungu sat here for three days and nights to realize the universe and what they saw. Life is independent, not in the sky, but in people. I have nothing to argue about! This is also the place where Taohua Lake is located. There is a peach blossom fan pavilion behind the lake, and it smells better on the mountain of your tomb. At that time, a "Peach Blossom Fan" was a sad song of our country-there are doomed people in the world, and there are doomed people in the world! Carnivores seek it, and every man in the world has the responsibility to defend the country! Xiang Jun practiced setting off fireworks. Although the peach blossom fan is stained with blood, although it has been tortured several times, there is no regret.

"Coming and going to Qixia, Niutou, collecting firewood for a living", "Sui Chen hates the endless smoky moon, and the well brings rouge and soil with fragrance", and the past events of Nanming have been integrated into the vast historical materials. It makes sense to think that it is only at home and in the country. Looking up at the vast mountains, I can't find my motherland. There are only two lines of tears, lamenting people's hearts-the source of national subjugation is not in the land, but in Li Xia! Summer ceremony is summer, and death ceremony is the death of the world. China, in your heart. Further down, I returned to qixia temple. The two roads lead to the same goal, originally just a circle.

Return and leave the temple. Goodbye, Qixia. Farewell, old times. Farewell, innocent years.

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