Ruxia Wei Zi's Prose

When I was a child, I was always curious about the clouds on the horizon. The ever-changing shapes are like flying horses, monsters, flowers, waves, and sometimes even present a strange shape that makes people think. The colors that change at any time are as warm as lava erupted by a volcano, as gorgeous as flowers in spring, and sometimes emit colorful light like rare treasures. While marveling at the magic of nature, I even wonder if there is a great painter who painted a colorful world in his heart in the vast sky. Sometimes, I wonder if there is a magical magician who transforms so many strange shapes behind the scenes that we are dumbfounded. In order not to miss the colorful changes of the clouds all over the sky, I always like to stare quietly at the deep blue sky and let my thoughts fly slowly with the changes of the clouds.

It was a time when I worked in Mingjiu Town. As a group of young people who have just joined the work and are single, they are not dragged down by housework after dinner. Of course, this mountain city far from the county seat has no entertainment items and contents, and there is no place to release our youthful enthusiasm. Immersed in work during the day, we feel that time is better, but after dinner, we are always at a loss. We can only accompany the silent mountain village, listen to the singing of frogs, watch the mountain village usher in spring and autumn, and send away winter and summer. Rhododendrons all over the mountain also dyed the hillside red year after year in the eternal song of Yangliuhe. The air is pure, the streams are clear, the mountains are romantic, the fields are green and the pines are bursting. For people who are older and have a certain understanding of life, this is undoubtedly a very rare meditation place. How difficult, boring and helpless we young people with full youth and shriveled hearts are in such a cold and cheerless environment! After dinner, we had nowhere to go and were frightened by the misty yellow ash. We walked in the fields. The gentle evening breeze always reminds us of our homesickness. We climbed the opposite hillside, but for a short time, we always regret not climbing to the top of the mountain to see the mountains and rivers. Fortunately, there is a temple-Yuanshi Cave in the northwest of the town 1 km, which was built in the early years of Qing Qianlong. Although this is a monastery of monks, there is nowhere to go, so we can only meet for a walk here after dinner. Sometimes, even on rainy days, we will come here along the absolutely muddy streets of the town with umbrellas and rain boots to pass the boring time at night.

The temples in Yuanshi Cave are built on the mountain, and the traditional layout of "Ling" is unique. Liu Yanghe in front of the door flows leisurely, and the building wall contains Buddhism. Calligraphy and painting is an art exhibition room, which makes us linger. In particular, the first poem with a half-word lianzhu sentence in Mountain View CCBA:

The beauty of this mountain is comparable to the ancient poetry in front of the rock.

The towering bells and drums in the temple will be quiet and the stars will move at night.

Shaolin root Pei Fudi once worked hard and took pains.

Build Guanyin Cave and play chess with immortals.

We often complain and taste the meaning and charm of this poem. Of course, I have been there many times and know every Buddha statue, every poem and every mural like the back of my hand. Later, every time we went, we just stood by the Bagua Lake, listened to the family's pious lawsuit, and fed the "released" fish in the pond with the popcorn we bought. Then, we can only watch the sunset slowly climb the ridge and dye the pine forest on the hillside. The ever-changing sunset has evoked many thoughts, and the wonderful pictures that never repeat have infected our mood. Looking at the clouds all over the sky, we also talked about youth-related topics, looking forward to everyone's inner dreams and the early arrival of God's care.

In Yuanshi Cave, there are two Lagerstroemia trees on both sides of Bagua Lake. I heard the host in the temple say, "These four crape myrtle trees were planted together, but the two trees on the right hand side in front of the door died for no reason in the year when the previous host died. After nine years, in the spring when I was about to overhaul Yuanshi Cave, I suddenly sent out new branches and buds from the roots of dead trees. " We are skeptical about this statement, but the withered old stump and the crape myrtle with two thick wrists make you find it difficult to explain. One day, among several friends walking together, I can't remember who said Ziwei was also called the "tickling" tree. If you scratch it where there are knots, the leaves and flowers at the top of the tree will shake unconsciously and happily like a person being tickled. Don't believe us, try one by one. When there is no wind, we can obviously see the leaves and flowers shaking on the treetops, just like that friend said! And if you scratch different parts, leaves and flowers on different branches will shake on the treetops, which is very interesting. We tried two crape myrtle trees opposite Baguatan, but no matter how hard you tried, the treetops didn't move. Maybe they become numb with age like people. Therefore, paying attention to the two dead crape myrtle trees, making them "laugh" with us, watching the sunset glow with us, and listening to the distant dusk drums in the temple with us have become our necessary homework after dinner. We also repeat the life of going to work, getting off work and visiting Yuanshi Cave every day like monks! Especially in the summer blossom season, we not only appreciate the splendor of clouds, but also gradually forget the sadness of homesickness, the troubles of work and the frustration of life, and stay in a quiet environment where flowers compete for the moon.

Nowadays, most of my friends who share joys and sorrows and seek dreams in a foreign land have returned to the county seat as they wish, but whenever I see the beautiful pictures of white clouds and crape myrtle blooming all over the sky, I always think of those youthful years and the deep friendship I have forged with those friends.