Dream back to Lushan Mountain (Lushan Love Letter)

Dream back to Lushan Mountain (Lushan Love Letter)

The first time I saw Lushan Mountain was when I was a freshman. At that time, I was studying at Nanchang University, and my little cousin Jiang Jiang in Ganzhou missed his father who worked in Lushan so much that he took him with him? Mission? He led his little cousin up the hill to visit his father.

I remember it was spring evening, and the car went all the way to the top of the mountain along the rugged mountain road. It's getting darker and darker, and the mountain road is covered with thicker and thicker clouds. Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness and darkness, we feel farther and farther away from human civilization and seem to get lost in this illusory cloud. 10-year-old cousin suffers from otitis media and motion sickness. With the height rising, the feeling of low pressure made him miserable. He covered his ears and was depressed. Dude, does my dad really work in the mountains? Will he become a savage?

I hugged my poor brother, feeling extremely distressed, so I nodded my head. Yes! ?

My brother, with a pale face, hugged my waist tightly and was tossed around by the car. He cried like a Buddhist monk. 265,438+06, 400, 265,438+07, 400, 265,438+08. I am very pleased and have taught him a lot of knowledge.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, so I won't get carsick. After hundreds of sharp turns, I also feel dizzy. My brother vomited twice and began to count. I have some doubts about whether Grandpa Mao didn't have enough matches when he went up the mountain and counted wrong. There are more than 400 bends on Lushan Mountain! I bow my stomach and think of the carsickness my father taught me. I look at the distance. Everything in front of me is white, and there is no distance at all.

? Brother, how can I find my father when I get to the mountain? It's too foggy for me to see him. ?

? By smell! ? I'm happy. tease him. You can definitely tell his smell! ?

? Dude, I'm getting dizzy. My brother rubbed his eyes. Why are the fogs all golden?

After several big bends, we rushed out of this thick golden fog and saw a brand-new world, a glittering, brand-new golden world! At this time, the fog is golden, the clouds are golden, the valleys are golden, the trees are golden, and the roads are golden. I looked at my glittering brother, pointed to a big golden ball on two mountain arches and shouted: Look, brother, the sun has set! ?

? Great, the sun has set. My brother climbed past me, grabbed the window and said excitedly, I can watch "Big Head Son and Small Head Dad" with my dad! ? Then he lost his way. But in this deep forest, is there a TV to watch?

My brother knew how to watch cartoons and didn't understand the real meaning of sunset at all, so I corrected him: sunset means the end of people's hard work, which means we can eat later. ? I looked at the end of the sunset and swallowed. That kind? Hungry dizzy? I'm afraid only those who have been to Lushan Mountain can understand this feeling.

The beautiful sunset brings us hope, animation and the temptation to eat dinner make us refreshed. Our remaining worries are: Here? Deep mountains and forests? Is there a TV and delicious food in the room

The car began to drive into the downhill curve, and I inferred that it would soon reach the top of the mountain.

When you drive down the ramp, you are greeted by a cool breeze with clouds. What you see is a pool of green lake surrounded by pine and cypress. On the lake? Floating? Is there an arrogant octagonal pavilion, like the one in front? White dragon drinking spring? The arch bridge echoed on the water.

? Uncle, stop the car! Stop the car, please! ? My brother suddenly shouted.

Yes! Stop the car. It's beautiful. This is the Fairy Lake in my dream.

Cars? Hey? Suddenly stopped, I opened the car door and couldn't help chanting in Lulin Lake. The overlapping mountains are different from the sky, and communication is the fairy. Red rain falls on the bottom of the cloud, and purple smoke floats in the cold valley. ?

? Wow, my brother suddenly pushed me away. In such a fairyland, he vomited again!

After a short stay, my brother regained his spirits and we continued to drive forward and climb the mountain. We're starting to see a lot? Red roof stone house? Like a villa in an old Shanghai movie. The younger brother finally showed the big die half of the words: brother, the house on the mountain is not a thatched cottage, and dad will not become a savage! ?

I told my brother, not necessarily.

We passed the church made of granite and saw the cinema made of granite, so we discussed whether to put lotus lanterns in the cinema. My uncle, who was driving, told us that there was only one romantic movie called "The Romance of Lushan Mountain" in circulation all the year round. He also said that there was a kissing scene, which I really wanted to see, but my underage brother couldn't (footnote 1). Then, we went through a tunnel like a bomb shelter and finally came to Guling Street.

That was the first time I realized what it was. Xanadu There is a bustling city hidden on the vast and hidden top of the mountain, but which one runs through the whole scenic spot? On Gouling Street in Yuntiantian Street, colorful lights are bright and tourists are weaving. Through the dreamlike colorful clouds, we can vaguely see: restaurants, bakeries, shopping malls, coffee shops, bookstores? The driver's uncle also told us that Lushan had these shops as early as the 1930s. It's amazing! This city was so prosperous before my grandfather was born, which is beyond our imagination!

The stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground, and the mountains were full of neon restaurants and hotels. Not worrying about food and clothing, my brother met him as he wished? Did not become a savage? Dear dad, we also have life security. A few days later, we started our first trip to Lushan Mountain.

Thick clouds and dense fog, high mountains and high roads, the city of the sky, green mountains and green waters are my first impressions of Lushan Mountain when I am carefree. Since then, I have often educated my younger brother to be filial. His father works hard and should visit him often. The most important thing is that I must take him up the mountain. So, during my college years, I had a second, third and fourth trip to Lushan Mountain? Take a bus from the north and south gate or walk up the mountain from Haohanpo. Do you see it? Spring is like a dream, summer is like a drop, autumn is like drunkenness, and winter is like jade? Lushan Mountain in every solar term.

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In the winter of my senior year, it was probably my tenth trip to Lushan Mountain. My brother Loki and I chipped in. Forced? My brother went up the mountain to visit his father, and we also saw the snow scene (by the way, really). Brother took beautiful women to Lushan to perform live? Romance on Lushan Mountain? Show us. Fortunately, that beautiful woman is now our sister-in-law, otherwise this paragraph can't be written. Here, by the way, I would like to say to my sister-in-law: Sister-in-law, please rest assured that my brother has only talked about one girlfriend, and that is you. Sure, believe it or not, just tap it.

Anyway, the four of us rented a van and went up the hill from the north gate. The driver pulled out four chains with thick arms at the north gate and threw them out. My 13-year-old brother is very scared. His safety awareness is stronger than ours, and he dragged the three of us to discuss everywhere. Brother, four chains, the four of us, just right! ?

Loki and I couldn't figure it out, and my sister-in-law didn't understand either, so I asked him what he meant.

? One by one, tie us up and kidnap us! ? In the weather of a few degrees below zero, my brother was sweating like a pig.

We three adults took one look at the driver who was thinner than the younger brother, and then at the underage brother, and said in horror: It's over. Is it over? What should I do? ! ?

Brother uses it? Silkworm baby is like a small hand, pointing to a mountain road that climbs like a white python in the garden gate, and said with milk. Let's run, run up the hill and find little dad.

? Why don't you get in the car? The wheel is locked by a chain. The driver pointed to the tied tire. So it won't slip. ?

Brother and sister-in-law helped brother into the car with a smile. Brother? Piggy? Struggling, kicking around in the air, screaming like a pig: Conspiracy, accomplice! ?

Compared with the south gate, the mountain road in the north gate is relatively flat, with fresh ice residue on the road surface and cleaned ice piles on both sides, and the wheels with chains are firmly pressed on the ice. There are no leaves on the branches of the French phoenix tree on both sides of the road. Instead, slender ice is hung. Facing the window, clouds and Feiyun, there is fog and no fog, just like a little smoothie mixed with soft edelweiss?

? Boys, is Lushan Mountain beautiful in winter? The driver's brother asked.

? Beautiful, beautiful! ? We answered.

? Most tourists only know that they come to Lushan Mountain in summer and enjoy maple leaves in autumn, but they don't know Lushan Mountain? Spring is full, winter is majestic? . ?

? Is it majestic? Winter is beautiful, how can it be magnificent? I don't understand.

? You'll know when we pass by Wangjiang Pavilion. ?

Shall we go along this line? White python? Passing by Xiaotianchi, you saw something more holy than before? Nonata? . In the past, the pine and cypress in the tower area have become a continuous white hada today. As the car went on, we saw the world under the mountain, which was so dense and white that we couldn't tell whether it was a city or a village, a house or a bridge.

The driver stopped at the roadside of Wangjiang Pavilion, rested for a while, told us to pay attention to safety, and went to Wangjiang Pavilion to see what Lushan Mountain was like in winter. Is it majestic? . We took our younger brother along the snow-covered stone road to Wangjiangge, passing by? Mountains and rivers are not two? The granite stone tablet door climbed the nine steps to mourn the 99 th Route Army and came to the snowy Anti-Japanese War Martyrs Cemetery. The anti-Japanese war monument stands in the snow, and the top of the monument is like a sharp knife that goes straight into the sky, symbolizing? Three People's Principles? The windward side of the triangular pyramid-shaped monument is covered with a layer of holy ice and snow, and a string of ice hangs horizontally on the leeward side, like the tears of martyrs. We observed a moment of silence in front of the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression Monument?

Where does a narrow path behind the Anti-Japanese War Monument lead? Hunting shadow pavilion? That is, it was renamed after 77 years? Wangjiangting? . We got into the path covered with white pine and climbed the Wangjiang Pavilion against the biting cold wind. Lushan Mountain has a panoramic view of the whole northwest, Jiujiang City is covered by two peaks, and ice fog blows on my face. This is a sacred world, a kingdom of ice and snow. Lushan Mountain in winter is really magnificent, and I can't help reciting Grandpa Mao's "Qinyuanchun?" Xue, brother, sister-in-law and brother recite: Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! There are so many beauties in Jiangshan that countless heroes bend their backs.

Did we go through the journey that time? Looking for a net friend in the forest before leisure, trying to recruit five old people to face their pale faces? , Wang Shimao's? Where is Kuang Jun in Thousand Cliffs Kethleen? , Xu Ning? Cold air, five old snow, oblique moon, Jiujiang cloud? , Lu you? Hazy Hua Yue escapes, snow falls on Lushan Mountain? And then what? Someone looked for Du Fu in the mud lane, but no one asked Yuan An in Xue Lu.

That year, my brother Loki and I were about to leave school and step into the society. On Lushan Mountain, we are facing the snowy Lushan Mountain. It is as foggy as our future world, white, full of ambition and a little lost. The brother said:? Spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night have their own beauty. Life can't be full of birds and flowers. When the winter night comes, we still walk cautiously and bravely like climbing Lushan Mountain in winter, and beautiful scenery will always appear in front of us! ?

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Years are like the clouds of Lushan Mountain, which flash by and spread endlessly. Blink of an eye, my childhood is gone, and I have been in the business for ten years. I have the demeanor of a child and a good wife. My nature? Greed? Reality and dreams are inseparable, and they switch repeatedly in work, life, music and writing all day long. Telephone calls are bombarded day and night, and trivial matters keep pestering me. What makes me sigh most is that some close relatives and beloved people around me have started to leave me one by one: great-grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, Manchu (footnote 2), elder sister-in-law, sister-in-law, Yao Jiu, teddy boy? These relatives and friends left me forever, and I lost them forever.

I lament the fragility of life and the insignificance of human beings. So, when I was tired, I began to get used to all kinds of memories, recalling those carefree times on Lushan Mountain. When the memories overlapped to a certain extent, which affected my behavior, I decided to go to Lushan again.

It was late autumn that year, and it is estimated that I have been to Lushan Mountain for the twentieth time. I signed a so-called contract with a customer in Jiujiang. Big contract? Later, I asked my colleagues to return to Jiangxi as scheduled. I parked at the foot of the mountain and climbed the mountain from Haorenpo alone. It's been fifteen years since I first climbed Hero Slope. How many fifteen years can a life have?

Long bluestones pave long steps, and the long steps form a long heroic slope. This long heroic slope is like our long life, full of ups and downs, seemingly long. When we are about to end, we find out whether the later beginning and end are just a moment, and whether the pain and joy along the way are just our own fantasies.

Litters cover the bluestone steps and lightly fork the branches. Me? Breathe? Breathing heavily, chanting Cao Cao's "Short Song", calling for Meng De's companion:? When singing wine, how much does it cost to go to Japan? Just like the moon, when you can not worry, you have to worry.

The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The Lord of the world still calls it that!

Does the crow cry from far to near? Wow? Wow, echo.

? There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. Duke Zhou vomited, and the world turned to the heart and recited it. I almost let it go? Hello? Spit it out and die. In recent years? Pig friends and dog friends? It destroys every body, and its physical strength is not as good as in the past. I am a crow, should I find a tree to praise my son? Yiyi yiyi? .

The hero pavilion, so considerate, appeared in front of my eyes. Like a dog digging the earth, climb to the hero pavilion with both hands and feet, and pull out your hands when you shake them? Daphne. Take a long drink. After seeing the no-smoking sign, take another long drink and put it out repeatedly. Thoughts with smoke, and crows? Huh? Ah, the voice drifted into the distance: should I save half my life or lose my life as a hero this time? Chiang kai-shek There is no shame in going up in a sedan chair. Besides, I have been there before, haven't I?

Giving up halfway is not my style. I climbed up Hero Slope and came to Scissors Gorge like Hydra on the shore (footnote 3). I lay on the cold steep stone steps, pointing? Is the moon star rare? Night sky, laughing loudly:? There is no way to stop my progress! If you can, come to a few more sets of steps. You don't scare me! ?

Indeed, impossible! The iron gate of Scissors Gorge will be closed when it arrives. I couldn't get into the garden gate, so I squatted on the stone steps outside the iron gate of Scissors Gorge, shivering with cold and crying. I looked piteously at the dark cliffs around me, blowing the swishing mountain wind, and somehow I remembered the scenery on Jingyanggang. Hanging a white-eyed tiger? . Even if I know? Lush vegetation, tigers and leopards? Lushan Mountain was in the early Ming Dynasty more than 1000 years ago, but in this environment and mood, it is really scary to think about it.

There is really no way, in order not to freeze to death or be scared to death by the tiger in my heart, I still? Called the police. The door opened and I almost collapsed. I completely forgot. How many long steps and steep slopes are there from Scissors Valley to Guling Street?

At that time, I didn't visit familiar scenic spots, and I didn't go to inspect the poems, songs and text background of those literati about Lushan Mountain. I am alone, wandering in unknown hillsides, mountain roads and forest trails, looking for those forgotten scenery and looking for the pure happiness about Lushan Mountain in my heart. My brother, brother and friends are not around this time. Lushan Mountain is still this mountain, but I am not the original me.

I've become a loner? I like loneliness, and I learned to interact with French phoenix tree, Japanese Cryptomeria, Taiwan Province Yun Song, Liriodendron chinense, Houttuynia cordata and Petunia. Inches, spiders, bugs, cicadas, butterflies? Lark, lark, crow, smelly owl, swallow? Even if a stone and a wall, a house and a wall are friends, I have learned to be friends with everything in nature. I am accompanied by clouds, blue sky, bright moon and starry sky, and I can summon literati and poets of past dynasties as companions. How do you feel? No branches to follow? Again? Can branches rely on it? I am also a branch that blackbirds can rely on, and I feel extremely liberated. My body and mind are integrated into nature? I am nature, and I am Lushan.

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(If the number of times you go to Lushan Mountain in this life is? Cosmic ledger? There is a destiny, so every time I go to Lushan, is it one more time, one less time, or the same? Has this big ledger been changed? It's been years. Over the years, my friends, relatives and clients have traveled to Lushan Mountain many times, but every time I go to Ganzhou thousands of miles away, I always feel unfinished. My heart is empty, I look forward to going to Lushan next time, and I will fill the unknown blank area with some memories and feelings. That kind of expectation is like the long-distance running and dehydration of life. The farther I run, the more I want to drink a mountain spring, but the taste of that mountain spring is always worse than when I first went to Lushan. What's it like to miss?

As a result, I began to think of Lushan Mountain, dream of Lushan Mountain, and analyze the empty area of Lushan Mountain in my heart. I am sitting in Ganzhou today? Star tower? (Footnote 4), the mountain was painted with a brush for the first time. My days in the mountains are so happy that I don't want to spend a second doing anything that has nothing to do with traveling in the mountains and understanding the Tao. I've been brewing for a long time What about Lushan Mountain? Love letters and emotional books are thousands of miles away. Use my dreams, memories, thoughts and feelings to complete it. Maybe this time? Up the hill? , can fill the empty area of Lushan Mountain in my heart.

This is my thirty-fifth visit to Lushan Mountain. My body is in Ganzhou. God, thoughts and dreams travel through time and space and dimensions to Lushan Mountain in my dream. I dream of going back to Lushan Mountain!

It has been the Mid-Autumn Festival these days. My sister-in-law took my grandparents to Nanchang for a few days. I came out of school by bus 107 (footnote 6) and went to Bayi Park to accompany my grandparents for a walk. The park is decorated with colorful lights and laughter. Grandpa lost his crutch, made a backhand, took his short and fat grandmother's arm, pointed to the moon cake lamp on the lake and said to me, Grandson, we will pick up your great-grandmother from Torringi tomorrow (footnote 5). Don't forget to ask your father to bring her favorite nut moon cake. ?

? Your father loves his grandmother the most. Grandma stroked my head and looked kind. Zixi also wants to hurt grandma. ?

I'm so happy. I hug my grandparents. I can pick up my great-grandmother tomorrow. She is in Torringi, and she is 100 years old. Yes, I'm going to call Yujie and Enzai together. My great-grandmother and grandparents have never seen Eun-jae.

The next autumn was crisp, and we took the 107 bus and drove to Tolingi to meet our great-grandmother. The warm sunshine shines on the bus through the flaming maple leaves. I pushed open the manual window and let the cool mountain wind fill the whole carriage. Grandfather with silver hair set up Jinghu, and grandma immediately sang the Peking Opera "Dream Back to Lushan Mountain": the loving mother was bleeding in the hospital bed, and Zhang Sheng was looking for medicine to enter the forest. The goddess repaid Dolly's kindness by saving the sparrow from falling off the cliff (footnote 7). The car was full of laughter, and my parents and aunts applauded, and my aunt was there. Yeah, yeah, having fun, sitting in Yujie's arms, shaking his little head and humming a song. Cousin Jiang and Cousin Loki are playing? Nintendo? (Footnote 8).

? Zixi, Tolingi has arrived. ? The driver is Yao Jiu. He turned around and smiled.

? Brother, let's pick up mom together. ? Full bow drunkenly said to grandpa.

Grandpa stood up halely, took grandma's hand and gave an order: Go, pick up mom, and go to Lushan to enjoy the moon! ?

? Oh, pick up grandma! ? Pick up your great-grandmother! ? Get grandma Gao! ?

Mom and dad, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, Yao Jiulai flies, Enzai Giant Panda opens? Cheering, I followed my grandparents out of the car.

Outside Tolin Temple, pines and cypresses are towering, red maple is everywhere, and clouds and smoke are floating in the high walls of carved beams and painted buildings. We knocked on the copper ring and pushed open the red lacquered wooden door. Door? Cheep? It opened with a bang and scared away a flock of crows. A hunchbacked old lady appeared in front of us, wearing a black velvet forehead hat, a bright blue robe and black pants and shoes. She is tearing down the tie wire of several pots of plants with her hands like dead tree skins (footnote 9), mumbling: Amitabha, sin, sin.

? Mom, grandma, great-grandmother, great-grandmother, we rushed forward, knelt in front of her and looked up at her.

Facing the sun, my great-grandmother smiled wrinkled, pinched her mouth, exposed a few false teeth, and took out red envelopes from the side pocket of her coat and distributed them one by one. Meitang, Xiuzhen, Minggu, Wei Xiang, Zixi and Yujie? Yes, yes, it's my great-grandson, right? I haven't seen it yet. Good, good, full of children and grandchildren.

We took our great-grandmother on the bus and drove from the south gate to the top of the mountain. Along the way, there were no vendors and tour guides standing in the middle of the road, and there were no dirt cars turning like airplanes. In the sunset, autumn wind, mountains and rivers, and white clouds, we laughed and talked about our lovesickness around our great-grandmother for nearly 20 years.

Yao Jiu drove around Wangjiang Pavilion to watch the sunset, around Hanpokou to watch the sunrise, around Yunge Pavilion to watch the sea of clouds, around the flower diameter to see the flowers bloom, around Tiechuan Peak to see Jinsong, around Sandie Spring to see waterfalls, around Jinxiu Valley to see fairy caves, around Scissors Gorge to see cliffs, around Guyunfeng to see rivers and lakes, around Dayue Lake to see meteors, around Luqin Lake to see spring rain, around Lulin Lake to see autumn colors, around.

The car is driving all the way, so we won't be tired or sleepy, and the surrounding scenery changes in the four seasons. The bus finally arrived at No.38 Xiangshan Road, our apartment? Garden villa hotel? We set the cake and fruit, laid the tablecloth and sat on the floor of the garden.

My great-grandmother sat on a cane chair and looked up at the starry sky through two hundred-year-old yews in the garden. Zixi, can the moon come out?

? Madam (footnote 10), please wait a moment, my friend hasn't arrived yet. ? I quickly closed my eyes and thought hard, and my friends appeared one by one. I stroked a vine beside me and opened a bottle of Tsingtao beer. Ji Xianlin and Mr. Feng Zikai also appeared one after another (footnote 1 1).

I looked at all my relatives and friends, and then shouted at the stars: Moon, come out! ?

Here it comes, here it comes! The moon looms in the sky, yellow, white, chubby and round. It is getting bigger and brighter. Sister Chang 'e waved? Cai Yun gauze clothing? Floating down from the moon, dancing in the garden, Jade Rabbit and my pet? Mimi? (Footnote 12) Playing under my great-grandmother's cane chair, my grandfather danced ballroom dancing with my grandmother, Enen and Kaige played hide-and-seek in the moonlight, and my friends talked loudly and recited poems to each other. I indulge in singing, linger among friends and relatives, pour wine and tea, and distribute moon cakes?

This is the most reunion trip to Lushan Mountain, with the most beautiful night and the most round moon. I finally found the missing puzzle in Lushan's memory, which is the superposition of all good memories, a kind of happiness that can never be realized in reality and can never be possessed again. I was in tears, and crying woke me up from my dream. I don't want to dry my tears, so I quickly wrote all this down and fixed my happiness in this "dream back to Lushan" forever.