Lushan mountain, was such atop the atmosphere, QingCuiYuDi, fold the green into Zhang, but see cliffs bottomless, feet cliffs as his shoulder. LuoShi bushes, little pines, strong strength of the word, such as the ink from the back through the paper, in my mind do so with a pen. Here the mountain, not like the mountain of guilin, dushan GuFeng, but continuous ups and downs, such as long endless acacia, slowly spread to day there. Spiral upward, can do place, unless it LuHai turn waves, big born lofty sentiments. NanZhu layer upon layer, towering; LiuSha QiaoLi, tight; YunBai piece, tall and strong. All kinds of trees made ten thousand mu of linhai, the wind with the scent of flowers and trees and circulation, and communicates the bird sings. Think that year, chairman MAO is sitting on the HanPoKou on cany chair, the Yangtze river was visible. His usual the righteous chanting, and heroic figures, write, titled "climbed the lushan" : "one mountain fly along the Yangtze river, with luxuriantly green to see the world. Cool the sirocco of, the rain come jiang tianyi. Cloud horizontal nine sent floating HuangHe, three waves WuQi white smoke. Don't know where to go, make ceramic peach blossom garden can plow?"
The lushan mountain stone, is also falls, not the central journey, is lay in the cliff, mostly on the half empty, proud to look down at the world, let a person born oil fear. Quietly climb up to the boulder, lean over to deep cliff, see the great waves, wind. Each stone fault, it is the vicissitudes of the aging trace, is the real time disseminated record. I doubt the some, is the dream of the great piece of stone, it is engraved with the story of the previous existence I past lives, also told me, once in the area over the world of mortals protrude left past. In the mountain, cool meaning attacks, the dense to the marrow, I couldn't help with a slight shiver. Want to are season, in the mountain from, drunk to forest, bouldering but sleep, pillow grass sleep, flowers into the heart, this is what kind a kind of artistic conception?
The flower of the lushan mountain, is such a delicate and charming and dazzing, let a person startled. In the garden, green wobbly a LuHai, suddenly a bunch of bright red and purple into the yard, and original alpine rhododendron is in full bloom. They branches tough powerful, thin clear becomes shadows, reflected in the water, and dyes the party as the feelings of grass. The mountain flowers don't like artificial load of culture so gentle and, but with a kind of life the wild, make public youth strength and strong smell. From the top of the cliff, was born the white skeletons, round and round round to crowded together, very lively, let life admiration. Most interesting is, pieces of the golden cane flowers, climb in the cliff edge against qiao, look the circulation of one thousand kinds of amorous feelings, look at us, a gust of wind, hiding behind the rock at once. Some violet cane in the grass spend stealth, charming units look let people love to, but I can't touch them Ming yan's face. The botanical garden, I linger. Although is April, lushan peach blossom is just thank, still have a pink residue in the branches, gently put out a hand, they then jumped into my hand of the slender, become weak weak memories. There are a few plants HaiTangShu, blossom the bits and pieces of flowers, like a bean Curtis time girl smile face, be bashful.
Leaders up a WangQing water, wash but the days of the silly and noise, deep springs also I ZhangCanRe MingXia a smiling face, flower diameter in long hair flying in a rare bright and cheerful. Separate branches that fine cedar, light smell of the mountain flower, fragrant and appreciate the lushan affectionate. Climb the Matterhorn, I in through clouds, only to spring back to find where the poetry. Broken rock place, pine trees such as the needle, the jungle as the sea, poyang lake level as a mirror, clearly visible. See every temple temple, sweet mist curl up, zen sound light verse, fish such as song, yellow curtain falls, it makes more deep and remote mountain water longer. Sitting in WanLai quiet space, I already know is what hometowns, where today. The past is like smoke vanishing, the life like dream, the esthetic, the feeling be where, where meaning to? Can not find the answer, the reason is not clear gloomy mood. ......, who is called me to be, who is in the great stone bank and I had with? The water, I wait in the round to who? At this time, the mountain spring through, arouse the mist, blurred my eyes of silence. Now, I have to, and finally found the answer. Dear, is willing with you in the glad, lushan caravans pine, and read the generation after generation time.
Life is always the syndrome differentiation. Everything has two sides. The story happened in his ancestral home in the same way. One is older leaves in autumn wind like as litter, on the one hand, the younger generation is the birth and growth. One of my cousin got married. Had small hall nephew. My and a cousin married. Had small hall niece. And then one of my and a cousin marriages, and gave birth to their children. In his ancestral home is always prosperous. Life is like the river flowing as usual.
His ancestral home was wrapped around the mountains. The mountain pine, fir tree with chestnut, camellia, maples and all kinds of other, evergreen or deciduous trees, and all kinds of bushes. Close to the gentle slope of the ancestral home is growing seasons born of bamboo swaying posture. Ancestral home, the door has a scenic woods, scenery LinZhong the metasequoia glyptostroboides, GuLianShu, pagodas loose and mulberry. Mulberry leaf I pick to feed CanBaoBao. Mulberry ripe, my cousin and in the tree pick mulberries to eat. Once, mulberry will of our teeth and tongue black littered black, wash with water for a long time washing not to take off, so we always speaks sipped a mouth, like small grandpa and old lady. After a scenic woods, is a piece of rice fields. In the rice fields have kind of rice. Points to the home field, father do with it a vegetable garden, kind of a food. I like the wind HeMiao billowing wonderful attitude when, like rice maturity in the rice fields a golden harvest scene, also like it for a full garden pepper, eggplant, lettuce, leek, towel gourd, string beans...... The growth of profusion strewn at random scene. Rice fields in the past, is a pool. When water abundant thin. The water fish. Delicious fish. Water can be irrigated fields of rice, drench dish, still can wash clothes quilt, and so on. Summer, uncle and cousin they also swim on water. Near the pond hillside, and the most like mushrooms. Every year I will be in the mountainside pick many and few big mushroom and fair. Mother sometimes do fresh mushroom soup to we drink, sometimes they will go to the dry, with dry fry mushroom flesh to we eat.
