Tong Boshan's prose

Steal a day off, make an appointment with two or three friends to "travel" in Tongboshan, get close to nature, cultivate yourself between mountains and rivers, and let your heart calm down. Travel through time and space, date the ancients, talk to the world, and swim in your heart.

The air in Brewmaster Lake in late autumn is particularly refreshing. The sky is like washed glass, closer to the sky than the head. Occasionally, there is the beautiful scenery of' Lan Tianye cranes passing by'. Although there are no nine immortals, there is a faint fragrance.

Standing by the lake, the first thing you see is the boulder standing on the other side. It is dozens of feet high, surrounded by walls, and there are no other rocks around it. Looks a little lonely, but handsome. The top of the rock is as big as two or three stadiums and covered with trees. I have never been there, so it is a virgin forest. Although I don't know what kind of tree grows long, I have the daydream of' dark green forest'. Writing a big word' longevity' on a huge rock mass can be described as ingenious and natural. I don't know its name. Let's call it Shoushan Stone. This is the symbol of the scenic spot.

When it comes to playing with stones, it is the great artist of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Song Huizong. In order to build Genyue, he played with the riddled Taihu Stone for a hundred times, and Taihu Stone still tells the story of turning the stone into gold every day. Royal gardens, Shanglin Garden of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty can be described as magnificent, Yuanmingyuan of the Qing Dynasty can be described as exotic, and Genyue of Hui Zong can be described as exquisite. The completion of the root month attracted hundreds of animals to run and birds to come to the DPRK. Green mountains and green waters, flowers bloom, just like a fairyland. Unfortunately, a flood in the Yellow River buried Gen Yue at the foot of Kaifeng. Song Huizong finished carving the jade fence and finished himself. It left a tragedy that "many countries in the Central Plains have perished since ancient times, and who knows that the Song Dynasty is a stone". And this song "Shoushan Rock" is played just right, a bit like a sage.

A small bamboo raft, light on the blue waves. Free and easy. Look up at the blue sky in Wan Li and overlook the clear thousands of feet. There is not only the comfort of flying in the air, but also the fear of being in the next place. Understand life in this surprise and joy. Confucius said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." The mountain is tolerant, and the water is smart. Laozi said, "Nature is as good as water", "The world is the softest and the strongest". The water is ever-changing and graceful. When it is soft, it is soft, and it gallops between heaven and earth. The strongest and strongest in the world can't be enemies. The water in Lake Brewmaster is more delicate and gentle. Hand-painted green waves are tender and smooth, like a girl's skin. Take a sip, sweet and fresh, like milk in the first month. Through the blue waves, the fish swim around among the water plants, swimming around and enjoying themselves. Just like me now, I forgot my troubles, my troubles and myself.

There are thousands of bamboo forests by the lake. Looking from a distance, the green waves are rippling and the waves are peak. Along a long path, it twists and turns in the depths of bamboo forests and disappears among thousands of trees. I'm playing hide-and-seek with God. At this time, I can only catch it with my mobile phone. It's really quiet, like "but through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing?" . But not lonely, Qiu Chan is still boasting "cicada, cicada" on the high branch, and the bird is jumping around with a microphone and singing a tactful song. I can't help singing like a bird, shaking off my melancholy and letting my heart bloom freely. Lying on the soft bamboo leaves, gently closing your eyes and listening, the wind passes through the bamboo tips, fine and dense, like a drizzle into the water; Sasha vujacic is colorful, like spring flowers. In this trance, it seems that Ji Kang's Guangling San floated from the depths of history, as thin as silk and as light as a dream. Sometimes generous and sad, sometimes calm and sad. Tell an open and helpless life story.

During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, wars continued, political platforms were chaotic, and political situation was turbulent. Scholars can't display their talents, avoid the secular world and seek spiritual sustenance. Ji Kang's piano, Ruan Ji's whistling, Xiang Embroidery's reading and Liu Ling's drunkenness, these "seven sages of bamboo forest" in the bamboo forest of Tianmen Mountain, are in full bloom with helpless lives and exhausted souls. There are only three ways out for the old literati in China. One is not to ask politics, to live in seclusion in the mountains, to be poor and miserable, such as Ji Kang and Tao Qian. Second, "if you live in a temple, you will worry about the people, and if you live in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king." Although this can be remembered in history, the ending is often embarrassing, such as Qu Yuan and Fan Zhongyan. Third, "if you are rich, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be immune." They live an official and secluded life, such as Wang Wei and Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi has lost his political spirit and become more reclusive since "Worried about Different Worlds". Inexplicably, the official is prosperous, and the official is in Henan Yin, which is the third product. Live a life of "going out to court and returning to the mountains". In the mid-Tang dynasty, geisha were popular to raise tombs, and Bai Juyi went with the flow. "Cherry Su Fan mouth, willow leaves small waist." Su Fan can sing, and Xiao Man is good at dancing. They are his domestic actresses. It perfectly solves the contradiction between being an official and hiding, which is difficult for future generations to surpass. Zheng Banqiao took "not easy to be confused" as his motto, and he just stuck to it. Zeng Guofan regards "flowers are not blooming, the moon is not full" as the highest realm of life, and it is also a word of "forbearance". Without Bai Juyi's detachment and freedom.

Leave the bamboo forest and open a red bean shirt. The mountain stream below is deep, and the jungle above is dense. The car twists and turns on the mountain road like a ribbon. I didn't get off until the road was blocked. As soon as I entered the scenic spot, a tall yew stood in the way, with a towering trunk and red beans dotted on the crown, like a big Christmas tree. To my surprise, this precious yew has survived in this deep mountain for thousands of years. Zhuangzi's "Mountain Tree" includes: Zhuangzi entered the mountain and saw a big tree. The lumberjack didn't cut it down because it was useless. When Zhuangzi came out of the mountain, a friend killed a goose to entertain him, and a boy servant killed a useless goose that couldn't bark. Disciple disconsolate, asked Zhuangzi, "It is useless for a tree to enjoy its life, but it is useless for a goose to kill it. Should I be a useful person or a useless person? " A: "Great wisdom is foolish." It can be said that the straight wood is cut first, and the sweet spring is exhausted first. And this yew may be hidden in the mountains, unknown, so that it can live forever.

Walking on the curved stone steps, you can see it everywhere. Not far away, a large area of green attracted me. Looking forward, it was moss. Green forces your eyes, thick accumulation, the extension of velvet, gently press with your hand, and jump out of a few drops of crystal. It is the nourishment of mountain springs that makes it so lush. Man-made moss made by Wen Zhenheng in Ming Dynasty is hard to reach. According to Wen Gong Chronicle, a child, a small stove, fifty or sixty grains of rice and two bowls of clear water are boiled into rice soup, which is clear enough for people to learn. After the rain, new moss grew out. At present, the moss is fresh, it overflows the cliff, wraps the trunk, wraps the branches and hangs on the crown. This is simply a world of fresh moss. If the public knew, they would definitely move here.

Over this mountain, a beautiful world appears in front of you. An ancient village is embedded in this mountainous and inaccessible place. Smoke billowed in the kitchen, and chickens and dogs heard each other. I seem to have returned to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden and followed the trail of Tao Yuanming. Walking into the village, the curved cement road is clean and bright, and the houses are neat and orderly. Corn, dried bamboo shoots and red peppers are hung in front of the door. Dried pumpkin, sweet potato slices and radish slices are drying on the slope. This is a bumper harvest, this is a quiet life, and this is an ancient cultural heritage. There are fans, plows and waterwheels in the Tang Dynasty under the eaves. In the dense forest in the distance, there was a clanging sound of oil extraction, which became more melodious after thousands of years of accumulation. Cattle and sheep graze leisurely on the hillside, and shepherds play in the shade. The villagers warmly invited us to drink tea, taste wild honey and introduce homemade bacon and wild mushrooms. Everyone took some mountain products and reluctantly left the village. I will never forget the simple folk customs, enthusiasm and generous personality.

Climb the enlightenment tip and watch the clouds roll. Fog rises from the mountain stream, and the setting sun is reflected outside the clouds. Standing on the top of the mountain, there is a heartbreaking feeling of "who is with me, the moon is cold, and the wind is cold". Wudao Temple floats on the rocks, and the courtyard walls washed by rain vary in depth, becoming a splash-ink landscape. There are famous mountains and rivers, pavilions and pavilions. Although it is freehand brushwork, it is also natural. In the corner, a green vine sticks out from the wall, with a high faucet, fishing alone. There is a well near the temple. I am amazed at the originality of nature. In this place near the sky, there is a clear and sweet spring. There are several tea trees by the well, and I want to pick some tender tea myself. Use this well to soak a pot, go through the second passage and pour it into a cup. It has a faint green color, tastes fresh and full of charm. Although the world famous tea, it can't compare with it. Outside the courtyard wall is a narrow corridor hanging in the air. There are many shrubs below, and Osmunda japonica is in full bloom. In the meantime, three or five groups of butterflies are flying, and two of them are standing on purple stamens. "Butterfly flies in the water one after another" is really a wonder. I can't help asking loudly, are you Liang Zhu? How are you getting along now? They seem to hear it and fly away leisurely.

In front of the vast land, all living beings don't know what knowledge is. Some people are happy because of love, some people suffer because of love, some people watch for love, and some people are crazy for love. "Life is infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance." In the world of mortals, some people think that love is sad and beautiful, and only the sadness of "golden wind meets dew" will have the beauty of "netting countless people"; Only the sadness that students can't share the same bed can have the beauty of become a butterfly's death. If this is love, then I dare not enjoy it and I don't want to enjoy it. A poem says, "Hold your hand and grow old with your son." It is so simple, simple, natural and unusual, with both the whispering before and after the flowers and the tenderness of the bright moon. This is the purest and truest love, and the great love in the world extends to generations.

Walking in the faint moonlight, I returned to my humble abode, waiting for my next departure.