Changshan is located in Zhucheng, Shandong Province. The largest hadrosaur fossil in Asia was unearthed here, so Zhucheng won the reputation of "Dragon City". The dragon city, which turns from west to east and north, is surrounded by the Weihe River, which has been flowing for thousands of years. Now, there are already many tall buildings here.
In front of the modern town with high-rise buildings, the protective wall winding 2000 years ago has also been restored. Nanhu Reservoir in front of the ancient city wall is as calm as a mirror. The fields around the South Lake are covered with corn seedlings more than a foot high, green and flat. At the end of the field, many prominent mountains are covered with lush vegetation ... all of which are covered by drizzle in early summer and clustered at the foot of the long mountain.
Nature has endowed Longcheng with this magical and beautiful land. Generations who grew up in Longcheng, Mizhou, are always inseparable from the love of Changshan. Changshan belongs to the land of Longcheng and the people of Mizhou.
The air that has been hot for several days has gradually become humid. The lightning that didn't come at night has gone with the wind, and the raindrops that knocked on the window for half a night have also quieted down.
It is raining in Mao Mao in the morning. Rain, like tiny beads with broken lines, falls down and floats quietly, uncontroversially and freely with the breeze.
What will Changshan look like in the rain?
From a distance, the vast water surface of South Lake has been shrouded in rain and fog, through which you can clearly see the verdant and abrupt long mountains. From the depths of the forest in that mountain, the milky morning mist is transpiration upward, like clouds, smoke and veils. ...
Under the white fog, the blue bricks and red tiles of Wenbo Garden are clearly visible. However, the Bi Xia Temple with red bricks and green tiles on the hillside and the towering Baihua Pagoda on the top of the mountain are looming in the floating white fog. Like a fairyland on earth.
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The car stopped at the west side of the square in front of Wenbo Garden. When I got off the bus, I walked alone with an open umbrella made of black tarpaulin.
Xishanpo Reservoir in front of the mountain was named "Fuhai". There are a row of men and women here in Fuhai, either holding umbrellas, carrying bags or carrying pots. They put black, cyan or silvery white fish back into the water.
They stood piously by the water and watched the released fish swim freely back and forth on the drizzling water. Those fish seem to be familiar with human nature. They gather on the shore to play together. They can't bear to be scattered for a long time. After swimming for a while, they slowly left and swam to the depths of Fuhai's clear water.
The sound of chanting Buddha in the ten thousand Buddhist temples in Wenbo Garden is like the sound of nature, adding a bit of solemnity.
Two elders in blue robes stood on the shore not far away, twisting beads with one hand and holding their palms on their chests with their eyes slightly open and their mouths talking silently.
On the other side of Fuhai, in the rain and fog, under the umbrella, middle-aged people fish, staring at the water, quietly waiting for the fish to bite. Suddenly, the small colored float on the water shook. The fisherman quickly pulled the fishing rod and caught the big herring in surprise. ...
Another tourist and I stopped by the roadside to watch.
Sound continues ...
The liberator is kind to them; The angler was stunned by his surprise; The elder chanted his hymn; The traveler looked at his watch. ...
I am feeling my feelings: where is "I" in this world of mortals?
I don't have the pleasure of anglers, the compassion of liberators, and the meditation of Buddhists. However, the scenery in front of me suddenly made me feel the meaning of "Fuhai".
Fuhai exists because of long mountains. Shan Yu, spring water or ice water that melts in spring all form streams in different seasons, and gather here to form a "sea".
Accumulated virtues can accumulate virtues, accumulated virtues can save blessings, and accumulated blessings can be collected in rivers and lakes. I hope there will be more love and happiness in the world.
Because I don't know where I am. Or go back to the present and visit Changshan. ...
Walking on the highway around the mountain at the foot of the mountain, the rain has already soaked the rough cement road.
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The rough gray-white cement pavement has been soaked by rain and turned blue-gray. Several snails appeared in the grass by the roadside, in twos and threes, climbing happily on the road.
Snail tentacles stand upright in the sky, just like cattle horns. The ivory-like slender neck stretches forward, crawling on the ground, carrying a hard shell, and the tail is attached to the body and leaning on the back, moving forward telescopically, crawling freely and slowly to the middle of the road.
Strangely, a few snails crawled out of the middle of the road, but returned the same way and eagerly climbed to the grass by the side of the road.
Careful observation shows that milky white slurry appeared on the road not far from the grass, beach by beach, beach by beach, like someone wringing out a snot, which smells a little fishy. Oh, that's the body of a snail that was crushed to death by a rubber tire under a passing car.
The returning snail must have been reminded by the death of his companion. Let's go home early to avoid disaster.
The rain in front of the mountain brought them both excitement and disaster.
The melodious voice kept coming, peaceful and warm.
That milky white slurry tightened my once compassionate heart.
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When I came to the entrance of Xishan Mountain, it was raining in Mao Mao, which made the old man who used to guard the door hide far away. And the table where the information of climbers is registered is still there. There is an instrument on the table to detect the fire carried by climbers. I didn't bring a lighter and matches, and I didn't bother to register, so I went straight in.
Without the propaganda of "Don't bring fire up the mountain", "Let's take care of the forest together" and "Changshan is a national fourth-class scenic spot" repeatedly reminded in the loudspeaker in the past. Therefore, Changshan Mountain in the rain is more peaceful and peaceful.
Entering the mountain forest, there is a tortuous cement road at the foot.
The first thing you see is two rows of straight poplars on the roadside. On weekdays, the gray trunk turned dark brown under the infiltration of rain, becoming more masculine and heavy, just like two rows of ceremonial soldiers welcoming guests, solemn and solemn.
On the branches hanging from the tree heads above the trunk, the green leaves washed by the rain show their brightness and enthusiasm. Under the breeze, they collided with each other and made a slight noise, as if welcoming me. I have a lucky and glorious expression on my face.
Go on, there is a gazebo at the corner of the uphill. Under the pavilion, a pair of young men and women who are in love are hugging each other and enjoying the warmth and sweetness given to them by Changshan in the rain. I couldn't bear to disturb others' happiness, so I stepped up climbing.
On the right side of the uphill cement road, water gradually appeared. The water flows out from the bushes and grass on the right hillside, and the water flows one after another to form a stream. The stream meets the gravel on the roadside and stirs up white waves. The waves made a thump sound. So this mountain seems to add more vitality.
Looking up, when the stream meets dense grass or mounds, it consciously overflows the cement pavement and drops to the other side of the low-lying.
The spilled water dispersed with the road surface, and formed a weak surge due to the terrain, and gradually flowed down in an orderly manner. Don't tread over the soles of your shoes, and walk carefully. A faint fragrance came.
Looking around, those small jujube flowers on the roadside are surrounded by jasper-like broken leaves, swaying with the wind, flowing with the flowers and invading the nose.
I walked quickly to it, narrowed my eyes, put my nose close and smelled it. But there is a buzzing sound in my ears, and a bee is coming. Watching, pale yellow bees flapped their thin wings and flew to the bud, holding a trace of pollen in their claws and flying back. The faint breeze aroused by the rapid shaking of thin wings passed by my motionless cheek, and I dared not open my eyes. Another kind of bee came one after another, and it buzzed around. ...
The umbrella was held overhead, and the water drops on the poplar leaves on the roadside knocked on the umbrella surface, making a heavy and slow "tick" sound. The raindrops dripping through the leaves make different subtle and compact knocks. But it's like different drummers beating different drums from a distance.
Listen carefully, the intermittent rain in the air, with a faint sound, falls on the grass and forest, like the sound of a piano in the field.
With the sound of streams, frogs croak from time to time in the depths of the forest. Quack is clearly the croak of a little frog that just faded its tail, gave birth to flippers and climbed out of the water: crisp and pure.
Looking back on the past, the buzzing of bees and the brushing of leaves constitute a magnificent and colorful symphony of nature-natural and simple. I'm so obsessed with this that I don't want to go home
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Moving on, Dongpo Cultural Wall is just around the corner. That's the backyard fence of Changshan Wenbo Garden, built by the mountain. The leaders of Zhucheng municipal government took advantage of the trend and asked the painter to draw the story of Su Shi when he was the secretary of Mizhou on the wall painted yellow.
It's been over a thousand years. According to historical records and Su Shi's "Hunting in Jiangchengzi Mizhou" and other works, Su Taishou, who has passed the age of no doubt, once again came here to hunt with the whole city.
Look at that young and wild old lady, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, leading a yellow dog and a goshawk, riding a thousand horses over mountains and mountains. Elk, hare, Shan Lang ... panicked; Call sign, shout, kill ... earth-shattering; Flags, spears, bows and arrows ... Great. Men, sharp arrows, prey ... heroic, very lively.
Things are human, stars are human, and things are human. The competitive hunting ground is now shaded by trees, the orchards are fragrant and the water is flowing.
Enjoy the cultural wall and move on, turn right and go uphill.
On the left hillside, there is a dense locust tree leaf, which is the most striking: it is getting greener and greener under the erosion and infiltration of rain. From a distance, it looks like a huge jade lying halfway up the mountain. As soon as the wind blows, it shakes one after another, like a tidal surge of a large green ocean, surging from bottom to top along the hillside in a ladder shape until it reaches the white cement roadside.
The trunks of that locust tree forest are winding and full of vitality. They extend along the gentle slope from the depths of the mountains to the roadside. Until the side of the road, large branches of different lengths leaned out of the middle of the road. The round leaves on the branches are symmetrically and evenly distributed on both sides of the veins. They spread out, like a shrinking banana fan, swaying with the wind; It is also like welcoming friends in line, extending warm hands and greeting tourists who come in the rain.
Turn left along the cement road at the top of the slope, not too slow, but slightly slippery. Go to the middle, stop and look down, and the green ocean composed of pieces of Sophora leaves is very spectacular. Hold an umbrella to keep the raindrops from falling. Eyes looking at the intoxicating green. Suddenly, I seem to smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica in spring: rich, mellow, sweet and wonderful. So, close your eyes, quietly aftertaste, taste. ...
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Bypassing the locust tree forest, I walked down the stone steps and soon reached a spring at the foot of the mountain.
That's where Su Taishou led the people to pray for rain. According to legend, there is a great drought every year. As long as it doesn't rain for a long time, he will come to worship at the request of the people and pray for rain to the mountain gods. Strangely, there is a drought every year, and we often pray and respond. The mountain is not high, but if there is a God, it is spiritual. The efficacy here has been highly praised by the people, so this mountain was named "Changshan". The paintings on Dongpo Cultural Wall just now reproduce the scene at that time: incense burners, purple smoke, sacrifices, people and officials. ...
It doesn't rain much in Mao Mao today. Seen from above, thick white fog floats at the foot of a spring mountain. The fog rose upward between the falling rain, but it was not dispersed by the rain. Just with the breeze, it overflows the locust tree forest and floats away. Until it began to revolve around several tall old phoenix trees and poplars.
White fog, green leaves of Sophora japonica, dark brown trunks and the sound of falling rain are intertwined, like a fairyland. I really don't have the heart to bother you.
Bypass Luquan, turn right, follow the path surrounded by sparse bamboo on both sides, pass through the old nun's site, and walk for another mile, and you will arrive at the Peach Blossom Garden of the mountain people.
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On the flat hillside in front of the orchard, there is a thatched cottage made of earth. Above the roof, the gray smoke curled up and twisted desperately, fighting the scattered raindrops.
An old couple are taking care of the vegetable garden in front of the door. The two beans are dense and solid, and the slender and full beans jingle, either green or purple. That cucumber, under the lush, wide and round leaves, is covered with prickly cucumbers. Bend like a hook, straight like a stick, yellow flowers on the head, delicate and fragrant. Lentils, eggplant and green onions ...
The leisurely but diligent old man, the green vegetable garden, the hut behind him and the smoke from the roof constitute a beautiful and moving landscape painting, which is hazy in the rain.
Behind the hut is a green peach garden. Low and lush leaves gather into a dense crown. Peaches hidden in the canopy, look carefully, dense, different sizes, red and green, countless. The branches hung on the fruit and hung low to the ground. It seems that there is another good harvest this year.
The cement road next to the orchard is calm and flat. Covered by rain, it becomes light blue and bright as a mirror, reflecting the peach trees on the roadside in the water.
Look carefully, the peaches swaying in the water are clearly visible. Green leaves and dark brown branches with different thicknesses complement each other. Even the smoke from the hut is crooked and vivid. Compared with the actual situation, it corresponds to the level, like a mirage.
Gently step on the thin water on the road and walk slowly, just like walking in a virtual world. The world vibrates, breaks and revives with the broken ripples ... it has a unique taste.
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After the orchard, turn downhill and go west. On the right is the pine forest, which is green and full of rosin and waves. On the left are canyons, elms, poplars and cypresses, which extend and protect the cliffs of the valley. At the bottom of the valley, the stream is gurgling. As soon as the running water touches the bulge, white waves will appear and flow vigorously to Fuhai at the foot of the mountain.
Watching the flowing water go west with the canyon, the fish, turtles, frogs and shrimps in Xianghui Fuhai and Fuhai will welcome her. May the natural ecology live in harmony.
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Turn right along the winding cement mountain road and walk down the mountain. Soon, he returned to the square in front of the mountain.
The voice of the Wanfo Temple in Wenbo Garden is coming again. The voice is pleasant to hear. Although I know nothing, the sweet voice is purifying my soul.
Before getting on the bus, I took another look at Fuhai in the west. Groups of people were released in an endless stream, continuing their compassion.
Changshan Mountain is not only a national four-level tourist attraction, but also an ecological garden and leisure place for Zhucheng people.
It is also the habitat of people in the world, rolling in the world of mortals, impetuous and busy. Dignitaries, wealthy businessmen and tycoons, a paradise for purifying the soul.
I admire Changshan Mountain in the rain.