Nan Yandang Mountain and I have been neighbors for many years. If I have something to do, going to the mountain is like visiting my neighbor's house.
When the autumn wind blows, a pool of autumn water is wrinkled, flat and wrinkled, like a small wave in my heart, fluctuating and quite restless, so I thought, go to Nanyan.
Before people arrived, geese sang to report the news of the visitors; There are early gurgling streams and brewed tea waiting for you to make wine; As early as the smoke from a kitchen stove, you push the plate for a change and drink the wind and sip the dew. In front of Shi Tian's window, there is a maple tree looking out of the window. The window is hanging on the rock by the stream, and the poet of the Song Dynasty said to you, "Go deep into the south rock to see the famous mountains, and the skylight in the cave will not close at night." The skylight in the cave has long been famous.
The gate of Southern Yan is clean, shallow, clear and countable, and soft, like a piece of green brocade. You can roll your trouser legs and wade through the water, but it is more elegant and childlike to gently buckle Southern Yan Chai Fei with a bamboo raft. There are three or five bamboo chairs on the raft, and three or five people sit, all dishonest, paddling barefoot, singing folk songs at the top of their lungs, fiddling with the camera in an attempt to collect beautiful scenery and throwing their hands at people. Familiar people are not angry when they are splashed, they are all smiling. As soon as the bamboo pole is propped up and the bamboo raft swings, people will be in the mountains and rivers, integrated with birds, stones, trees and streams, and the boat of time will be propped up from the mortal world and sailed to Xanadu.
Nan Yan came out to meet you as soon as she picked up the curtain. The door curtain is hung with bluestone, and the words "southeast barrier" are embroidered skillfully, and then wisteria moss is dizzy below. Needless to say, this is the handwriting of nature. The face hidden behind the barrier is quiet with cicadas, which is the leisurely wind and rain. At first glance, it can make people feel calm and peaceful.
Chrysanthemum indicum was planted in Nanyan. Blue petals and yellow petals are blue and elegant, and yellow is bright. At first glance, I only think that the wild chrysanthemum still stained with Xiao Lou is a village girl, smiling and swaying in the breeze. Squatting down, smelling the fragrance of chrysanthemum, slightly bitter fragrance, bouts of nameless fire, lips and teeth stimulated for a long time, all disappeared like swollen comfort. With serenity, Mingli will not be impetuous. This is the code word of wild chrysanthemum. Southern Yan wrote the motto of Banpo. Banpo chrysanthemum is enough to be a chrysanthemum pillow. A pillow with chrysanthemum fragrance will make you dream and time ripple. Every night, your heart will be cool, which is all practice.
Xiangu Cave is to be visited, not for a little sage like type, but for Yuan Yixin under the cliff on the west side of the cave. In fact, there is nothing special about a hospital. What makes people dream is the osmanthus forest in front of the hospital. Osmanthus fragrans in this season, like wine in a deep alley, like a beautiful woman with poems and books in her belly, like a general with a strategic mind, is burning and can't be hidden. Simply, I don't hide, I open one by one, and I grind a path full of flowers, which makes autumn blush and bleak days become fireworks and warm. It is said that osmanthus is not suitable for Taoist practice, because it is too strong, too burning, too exciting, too exciting, and you can't hold it when you shake your mind. The true qi accumulated in the practice for many years will be exhausted. Fortunately, the cave is deep, quiet, and the deep fragrance is sealed by the cold from underground, and then it is slowly released, which has become an enlightening Leng Xiang. No wonder that Taoist priest has been here for a hundred years. Qiu Lai Nanyan has no sorrow or sorrow. Sad for spring and sad for autumn. This is only the patent of those who are narrow-minded and weak-willed. The atmosphere is as magnificent as a wild goose. In thousands of years, those small thoughts and emotions have been washed away by thousands of times, and their hearts are open, rain or shine. Years killing pigs will never help people who live outside the years.
Huiwen Academy will also take a trip. Under the peak of Huabiao Mountain, the stone gate opens, and in the cylindrical cave, Huiwen Academy is built according to the cave, elegant and quiet, with the spring ticking like a pendulum, measuring the years. In the antique building, the stumps are sitting in an elegant stool. At this time, I want to hold a volume of poetry, recite a few words in a quiet voice, shake my head and talk to the talents behind the pile of old papers. A ray of sunshine came in obliquely, bright, like a sword through time and space, and plunged in. Looking intently, in a trance, I saw Chen and Jingbang brothers pacing in the late Northern Song Dynasty, sitting on the ground with a bunch of blue shirts, listening to Zhu's crazy thoughts, and seeing Sun's ink full, he brushed and wrote: "Elo pays attention to respect, Yongjia predecessors read more." Encounters in life are all done inadvertently. In every subtle corner, you can always meet what you want to meet.
Autumn sun is fleeting, and in an instant it rings the golden bell and retreats. Gather your thoughts and sit by the window, just like sitting on the ferry of the season, a fallen leaf. It is a bookmark left by Southern Yan's book, which is firmly held in your hand, like holding a desolate one. The flower shadows and incense parties of the world of mortals have all become the past. What remains unchanged is the face of time and Southern Yan's heart. I also learned to listen to the poems in front of the door and the poems written by Southern Yan in the wind. I only feel a faint consciousness in my heart, spreading branches and leaves.
Take the cable car. Like geese, light riding. After a volley, Qianshan stepped on it. Nanyan's cable car is actually a bench. It was gently stopped by a steel pipe and its legs swayed in tandem. There is no need to say anything. The breeze came, shaking off all the dust and washing away all the troubles.
Nanyan lives in my heart, everywhere I go is full of Zen, and everywhere I go contains a proverb that the road will cross the sky.
Lijiang Taoyuan Dream
A place where I have never set foot is like a quiet and clear Taoyuan dream in the world of mortals, like a cloister in my heart when I was a pure and shy teenager in the depths of my memory. From time to time, I open a window to intoxicated the spring scenery and the bright moon. This place is Lijiang.
Get used to walking alone. It is not easy to get rid of this complicated world. Once I get the chance, I just want to wander freely and walk alone. Besides, talking with flowers and plants and being with mountains and rivers is not pure when there are many people around you. Lijiang is more suitable for walking alone, "riding a thousand miles alone" and "one meter sunshine". Those famous bars are waiting for you to be in a daze, get drunk and find yourself lost in the city.
Lijiang, without walls, is more charming and magnanimous, amazing and doubtful. How many impregnable cities were razed to the ground in the war, and Lijiang bypassed the iron hoof and escaped hundreds of years of killing, so that the bells of the ancient tea-horse road echoed gently in the depths of the years.
Two old waterwheels, one big and one small, are turning slowly, just like the eyes of the old people, looking at the troubles of the world without fear and responding to the questions of the world irrelevantly. Time, with the gentle handwriting of clear flowing water, engraves the imprint of years on the body of the waterwheel, as if telling people that years are used to support the elderly, just like the sunshine in Lijiang, giving you a warm quilt in a daze.
Lijiang is very noisy in the afternoon, and the alley is crowded with people. A dazzling array of shops, bars with different styles, colorful houses and Naxi-style buildings make people feel overwhelmed and dazzled. The roadway paved with five flowers and five stones slowed down the pace of travel. The roadway is lonely, walking on the roadway, thousands of years of continuous water, passers-by rushing from the top of the snow-capped mountains; Through the alley, it is the hurried footsteps and casual touch of distant travelers. The roadway is inclusive, and the noisy voices drown out the footsteps; Look for eyes and shake off the disturbing dust; Casual footsteps, unloading the exhaustion of the whole body. A hundred years of wind and frost and a thousand years of footprints have all become poetic carvings in her broad mind.
Turning into a secluded alley, people have gone far away, and there are no colorful shops, only gray walls and tiles, mottled wooden doors and small yards. Deep in the alley, an old Naxi woman sat on a stone bench, her face dark, and the carving knife of the years left thousands of scars. The eyes wrapped in wrinkles are clear and indifferent, and her smile is looming in the profound laws. A khaki puppy barked around her, biting her trouser legs and smelling her shoes from time to time, like a toddler, begging adults to take her out to play. A young woman bowed her head and washed her hair at the door. Her long black hair filled the turquoise washbasin, and buckets of water were submerged in her black hair. The sun shone on her wet hair like a dream.
Pushing open a lightly covered door is a small courtyard with "three squares and one wall" and "four entrances and five patios", which is the most common civil structure in ancient dwellings. Exquisite layout, exquisite carving and painting, this bucket-type wooden structure makes the house have the characteristics of "the wall falls down", which makes the ancient city not only escape the earthquake, but also become famous all over the world. Many flowers and trees are planted in the yard. On the windowsill and patio, bonsai of various colors are placed, and flowers are hung under the eaves, as if spring were locked here by an old wooden door.
Suddenly I want to sit down, have a cup of tea, turn over a book and grow old in the years. Or, just sit quietly, like a willow tree in midsummer, and spit at a loss. Here, I can't see the snow-capped Yulong Snow Mountain, and I can't see the Yuquan Qingxi red carp swimming around my feet, but I am clearly a fish swimming in Qingxi.
There is a saying in "Soft Time in Lijiang": Make life hard elsewhere. In Lijiang, being soft is morality. Is this softness what people who come to Lijiang are looking for? Like a spring straightened by fame and fortune, Lijiang's sunshine melting pot forged back to bending and elasticity. A soul carried forward by the undercurrent of the city suddenly broke free and danced lightly in the breeze of Lijiang. A place that makes people want to die is heaven.
I have been immersed in an intoxicating softness in the dance steps of Naxi women in the square street, in the bar street where neon lights are flashing and colorful fans are leaving, and in front of shops of silver ornaments, shawls, wood carvings, snacks and various handicrafts. This softness belongs to the Peach Blossom Garden in my dream and Lijiang surrounded by transparent and clear snow water.
Lijiang's theme song "Going Home" floated in the distance: away from the noise of reinforced concrete, washed away the troubles of mundane things and took a big breath happily. Isn't this a gift from nature? Lijiang is a gift from nature.
Visit Phoenix.
I want to go to Phoenix with Shen Congwen.
It was already late autumn when I went, and it rained day by day. People in the same trade are very tired, but I am vaguely happy. Perhaps the phoenix is best for approaching in rainy days. Usually, rain is always the most beautiful decoration of the ancient city.
It's afternoon in Phoenix, and a Miao Nuo opera is being staged in the square. The actors with heavy makeup and bright clothes sang and played in the rain, and their songs were particularly crisp and pleasing. Go along an alley that only allows one person to pass through and walk into the main street of Phoenix. You can smell the scent of ginger candy from a distance. The spleen and stomach diluted by rain seemed to be chasing the sun, when Kuafu saw a ray of sunshine and left in a hurry.
Eating a handful of ginger candy, passing through the knitting crowd like no one's watching. Look at national costumes, appreciate silverware antiques, stop occasionally, and watch the store selling ginger candy rub sugar noodles like a show, shake it, and be skilled and natural. I love this frankness and ostentation. I am proud of my craft and deserve applause. Tired of walking, I casually turn into a restaurant to rest and pretend to taste the plum wine brewed by the store. The wine is filled with bamboo knots. Bamboo is everywhere in Xiangxi. The shop uses local materials, and the technique is natural and ingenious, which makes people clap their hands secretly. When plum wine was poured out from the cracks in the bamboo, I smelled it nearby, and the fragrance of plum bamboo mixed into a cool taste. When I savored it carefully, it was as spicy as my throat, and my tears almost came out. Slowly, between the lips and teeth, there is a faint sour and sweet taste, and I can't help but want to eat another bite. Later, I thought it was in this restaurant, and I was drunk for the first time in my life. It's a pity to see two women wearing straw crowns passing by and listen to their sighs. The ancient city has been commercialized. It is true that every era has its own brand. Why should an ancient city remain unchanged for thousands of years? I almost want to catch up with them and question them.
Your hotel is a diaojiao building by the river, called Cui Cui Inn. You can tell at a glance that it originated from Shen Congwen's handwriting. During the day, I visited my husband's former residence, a simple courtyard, and thousands of people passed by. Courtyard and furniture covered with years of smoke and dust are getting old in time, only the green plants in the backyard wall and some purple flowers, like fresh morning dew, wash away the mud and dust outside the courtyard wall. There are no old people, only Mr. Wang's words are in my former residence, and I bought two more collections of Mr. Wang's works, including Border Town. I have read this novel countless times and reread it in my husband's hometown, and I have some experience.
The hotel room is extremely simple, with a bed, a table, a chair and a dresser. It's not easy to look carefully. The dressing table is bronzed, with several parts falling off, but the color is still bright; The wooden frame with mirror is fancy and complicated. After reading it for a long time, I found a woman with long hair, dressing up under the flowers. It seems that the carving skill is handy, but it inadvertently reveals deep love. What kind of feelings does this dressmaker have?
Standing in front of the window, there is a fascinating world outside. In the rain, the diaojiao building on the bank of the river is covered with strings of red gauze lanterns, which pour on the quiet Tuojiang River. The river is like a slowly unfolding satin, the red petals tremble gently in the breeze, and the lonely feet of the diaojiao building are like thin stems; Not far away, bridge opening on Hongqiao, like a bright moon just jumping out of the water, is still wet; Linjiang bar, music and drums come and go, and the night in the ancient city is beating the young pulse; Two street singers, playing guitars, sang "Lang passed by that door and my sister was sitting in that room …" and made a modern Xiangxi folk song. Staring at it for a long time during the day, but not having the courage to walk over it, the jumping rocks are like beads worn around Tuojiang's neck in the dim light.
I stepped back quietly, turned off the light and lay quietly in the dark. The stilt buildings with thin feet and the flowing Tuojiang River water are clearly presented in front of us. Go boating on the Tuojiang River during the day, and the boat painted with tung oil is simple and simple. As soon as the boatman's long pole is opened, the singing voice of the woman washing clothes in the diaojiao building rings, inviting you to sing a song. I once grabbed a handful of river water and tasted it with the tip of my tongue. I have also explored the heart of water, pulled out winding grass and fished smooth river stones, but I feel that the Tuojiang River is so far away from me that I can't feel its pulse at all. I was just a passer-by in a hurry, just obsessed with Mr. Shen's words, and then I remembered the passer-by in the ancient city. As the night deepened, the ancient city calmed down. Footsteps from the next building, the creaking of the floor and the crackling of raindrops on the tiles came from time to time, but I was in a trance. I actually feel like a stone in the Tuojiang River, an unknown aquatic plant, drifting in the middle of the river thousands of years ago.
I remembered the rock jumping at the north gate that I stared at for a long time during the day, and suddenly understood that the gentle and pleasant Tuojiang River was full of glass green. Only people with quiet and peaceful steps and simple hearts can step on rocks jumping half a meter apart and step into the river.
This autumn night, I finally approached Shen Congwen's Phoenix infinitely, and finally had a long dream with Tuojiang under the pillow.