Mao'an Mountain Travelogues
Liu Xiguo
After a few days in his hometown, his friend Mr. Wang enthusiastically invited him to see Mao'an Mountain in his hometown.
About Mao'an Mountain, I only know a little from Mr. Wang's father. Legend has it that before the liberation, the people of Zhoujiaqi said that the name of Mao'an Mountain was closely related to Shen Daoshi. The people in the village don't know who Daoist Shen is, they only know that Daoist Shen's mana is very unusual, he can help the poor and save the people from hanging upside down, and he never counts the gains and losses.
One day, several villagers met together, and everyone said that they were going to harvest wheat today, but fortunately, thanks to the help of Daoist Shen, the harvest was fast. Several people looked at each other and said that Mr. Shen had helped. Everyone thinks that Daoist Shen is not an ordinary person. In the end, they all thanked Daoist Shen for his help. They all asked Mr. Shen if there was anything they needed their help with, and Mr. Shen smiled slightly: I want to hug your wheat straw and use it when living in a thatched hermitage. One of the villagers said, "What should I do, I can take as much as my husband wants." Mr. Shen said, not much, just hug the wheat straw. So he approached the haystack, only hugged it, and forcibly picked up the whole haystack and left. Leave behind the jaw-dropping. Since then, there has been a thatched hermitage on the hill to the west of the village, and the mountain to the west has been named "Maoan Mountain". In his spare time, Mr. Shen continued to help the villagers farm the land, weed, water and harvest wheat.
At the foot of the mountain in the south of the village, there is an octagonal well from what year, and the spring water bubbles all day long, nourishing and guarding the villagers on the north side of the mountain. Many years later, one day, a villager found that Daoist Shen was sitting on a well and ascending to immortality, his eyes slightly closed, and the spring water under him was bubbling and gushing, like lotus petals. The villagers buried Mr. Shen alive. Hold down the well water with large pieces of coal, and no longer drink it. Strange to say, there are also two springs gushing out of the west foot of the mountain and the village to the north, and the spring water is sweet and pure, refreshing and refreshing. In order to commemorate Mr. Shen's kindness, people built an octagonal pavilion on the octagonal well, which enshrined the statue of Mr. Shen for the villagers to worship, and the incense is still vigorous.
I couldn't hold back the excitement of seeing the style of Mao'an Mountain, so we and Mr. Wang's two families brought incense paper mounting, brought enough pots and pans and meat and vegetables, and happily marched to Mao'an Mountain.
Starting from Zhoujiaqiyuan, about 20 minutes by car, we arrived at the foot of Mao'an Mountain. The towering green peaks, the wooden doors, the fluttering colored flags, the ancient temples, and the enthusiastic tourists, I quickened my pace.
At the foot of Mao'an Mountain is fertile land, and the rape flowers have bloomed golden, spreading down from the roots of the mountain like golden trees. The breeze stirs the cauliflower, and the wasps chirp. People swim in the flowers, and flowers stand beside people. The trolley travels through the sea of rape flowers, wandering in the sea of golden flowers. The twists and turns of the white mountain road are like a shepherd's belt, but as soon as the wind blows, the boundless rape swings over, presses down, and instantly obliterates the thin mountain road. A fragrant breeze immediately refreshes people's hearts. From afar or up close, the kind of yellow that is purer than sunflowers, the kind of yellow that is rich and elegant, the kind of yellow that breathes out of the soul of the seed, can really cleanse the heavens and the earth, wash the body and mind. There is really a good wind shaking a river spring, and the momentum of rape drunk pedestrians in the mountain village. I couldn't bear the click of the camera interrupting the whispering of the rape flowers, I just watched quietly and sniffed stupidly. My wife and Mr. Wang's family also watched quietly as I did, and no one said a word, and they all felt that the loud noise in front of a solemn and noble soul was either ignorant or vulgar.
After entering the village and touching the south for more than four miles, everyone said to get off. The car stopped at a flat place, and everyone hurriedly hugged down, set up the borrowed tent, and spread the colored striped oilcloth. Move the stools down again and line them up one after another. After walking for a long time, everyone said they wanted to take a break. Some sit on stools, some sit on wine crates, and some simply sit on the floor. Mr. Wang and I smoked cigarettes and talked with the adults who came with me, and our faces were filled with joy like being out of the cage. At this time, it is always thought that the work of teaching is God's favor for the poor and helpless. Accompany the stars and the moon, circle the dots, hoarse, dizzy. In the end, the snow fell on his temples, his waist was arched like a shrimp, trembling and towering, and he was naturally eliminated by the laws of life. So, whenever I have free time, I walk around as if I was in a hurry.
Mao'an Mountain stands in front of you and belongs to the Qilian Mountains. In July, the mountain is surrounded by rape flowers. The temperature and soil here are the most suitable for the growth of rape flowers. Rapeseed grains are large, the seeds are fruitful, the oil yield is high, and the oil quality is good. In areas where it cannot be planted, there are golden dew plums, silver dew plums, and unknown flowers and plants.
After resting for a while, the man set up the stove together, brought the prepared dry wood, and found some half-dried cow dung, and the fire burned vigorously. The pot was filled with enough spring water, and the chopped steak and mutton were put into the pot, leaving a woman to use the fence to scoop up the foam. The rest of the women put the braised meat, braised chicken, watermelon, drinks, etc. they bought on the colored striped cloth one by one, and once the mutton was rotten, they feasted on it.
A few children and I walked towards Mao'an Mountain, west of Tandi. Walking gently across the meadow, the dew on the tips of the grass was already wetting the trouser legs, and we were ecstatic to wade through a small stream and a more open meadow. There are edible mushrooms on the ground, everyone takes off their sunhats to pick them up, some take off their clothes, tie their cuffs with malian grass, and pick up bright and bright mushrooms of all sizes. When I had enough, I organized the children to play eagle and catch chickens, and if they lost, they had to perform a show, or sing a children's song, or tell a riddle, or split their legs, and everyone had a good time, completely ignoring the water dripping down the surface of their trousers, sliding to the earth, sliding into the depths of the years. Hadron is a child who lacks fun, as soon as he loses, he runs away, everyone coaxes him to him, I lose my eyes, and the rest of the people rush up, and together they pull off Hadron's pants, revealing a cute little cock, and everyone will prepare the green-headed cat doll grass in Hadron's cock and rub it until it is kneaded into a blue piece. The laughter startled the birds in the bushes.
Next, I teach the children to recognize wildflowers and weeds, such as red, yellow butterflies, melon alfalfa, cats, small green leaves, knotweeds, birch and birch firewood, foxtail grass, etc. Pick some flowers and leaves and stick them on the children's faces, and we go climbing. Bypassing a bush of black thorns, we finally stood on Mao'an Mountain. There are golden rape flowers all around, and looking at the rape flowers one by one, you will feel that it is also the painstaking work of Van Gogh. The golden rape fields are separated by grassy ridges, where yellow and green dominate the world, and Van Gogh's soul dwells there. The cool breeze blows through Xixi, and the vegetable waves are pressed one after another, and at this time, I feel that Dengmaoan Mountain also has a sense of boldness in the small world.
Finally reached the top of Mt. Maoan. The hillside is full of blooming golden dew plum and silver dew plum, proud pink ball flowers, wild thorn rose, golden cauliflower, and condensed moss, which is refreshing. The road winds along the mountain, with cool breezes and layers of mist. When you climb the ruins of the hermitage, you will feel that the white clouds are perched on your shoulders, and the mountains are thrown into your arms. Looking at the Qilian Snow Peak in the southwest, the world is vast, the history of the well, the song of the Yangyang, the hot drink of milk tea, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the heavenly realm of the sacred mountain has appeared. The soul is safe and free, and the heart is like a cloud and a flower, going with the wind, blending into the flood. Tianjing Mao'an Mountain, the beautiful scenery is unlimited!
Looking at the mountains in the west of Mao'an Mountain, so many mountains stand arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder into a group of peaks, like a group of men who don't know how to crawl, and their heads are getting higher and higher. It was as if tens of thousands of galloping wild horses, suddenly standing still, the trees were fierce and rough; It is a wild wild soar that has suddenly frozen, and I still feel that there is thunder rolling. Mao'an Mountain, the ups and downs of Mao'an Mountain, the Mao'an Mountain that was hit by storms and lightning. Mount Mao'an is very tanned by the sun. Mao'an Mountain has a pelvis that is very suitable for fertility.
After a while, the people down the hill beckoned us to come down. We stepped on the green grass, crossed the simple birch pier, bypassed the bibi stream, and reluctantly came down.
There are so many people coming. People going up and down the mountain are shoulder to shoulder, and the open space on both sides is a place of joy for tourists, most of them bring local characteristics of yogurt, milk tea, and all kinds of cooked food, which is very attractive. Looking around, the thousands of snow peaks on the east and west sides are hideous, on the clouds, countless cliffs and cloud trees, surrounding the sun and the moon. The white clouds are stacked, the wind is fierce, the eagle falcon is shaking the sky, and the snow leopard is roaring on the mountainside. Butterflies fly, chickadees spread their wings. When you look up, you can see the clouds, and the purple lan is permeated; Leaning over to see the wildflowers, as bright as the clouds. East and west are sandwiched, and the stream flows. The belt-like path winds long and winds towards the sky. A mountain cliff falls down the waterfall, which is pure and clear, and the dingdong is like caressing the strings. The empty valley is deep, only the nature is faint; The mountain road is crooked, but the birds are chirping. For a moment, I reveled in the Mao'an Mountain.
Steamed steaks, mutton and lamb's blood have been placed in bowls on colored striped cloth, and hand-grasped mutton and condiments have been served in the basin. First of all, in the octagonal pavilion, the statue of Mr. Shen was served a piece of food. Everyone chooses to eat freely, eats with a mouth full of oil, eats until the top of the head sweats, and eats with anger. After eating, the adults put on a posture to drink soju, and the children each carried a bottle of drink and ran after the butterflies. Loud and small voices stuffed the slope to the brim. At this time, everyone feels like living as a person. In the middle of drinking, everyone was still talking about the reason for the name of Mao'an Mountain, talking about Emperor Yang of Sui who patrolled out of Dadu Bagu (Biandukou) from the east and west of the village, and also sighed the misfortune of Princess Changping who died in the mountains due to a sudden snowstorm.
Eternal years, time is vast. Sit in front of the hermitage. It seems that such a scene is conjured up in the eyes. A team of people and horses, with flags and canopies, wearing armor and helmets, holding spears and straddle horses, came from the mountains in a mighty way, and suddenly the mountains and rivers were colorful. The wind around the eagle flies, endlessly, and the air is forested, straight through the sky. In the end, the mountains and rivers returned to silence. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and people and horses multiply. I think that in my spare time from trivial work, I can stay or even live in a cave, walk at the bottom of a secluded valley during the day, step on the rocks, and have green mountains on my head, or listen to the deer yoyo, or sing the songs of the old garden; Or temporarily rest under the old cypress pine, gazing at the sky, and the heart is at the eight poles; Or chant the wind and make the moon, or cook wine and write poems. The situation will definitely make ordinary people look at the peak and transcend the outside world. At night, the cliffs stand on the cliffs, the ancient trees are towering, the rock sheep are frightened and moved, and the snow line glacier and the stars and the moon shine. This is the poetry of nature that no poet or painter can sing. Revel in the Mao'an Mountain, and revel in the mountain village of Zhoujia. I think that even in winter, Mt. Maoan is beautiful. Sprinkled with snowflakes, Mao'an Mountain is dressed in silver, pure and ancient, like a fairy outside the sky.
With the snow-capped mountains as the background, Mao'an Mountain is lonely and ancient. When the sunset rests on the mountain, we take the car back, along the way the singing bursts, in the warmth of the cauliflower, everyone said, if often give the soul a holiday, how good. Sitting in the car, I still looked at Mao'an Mountain over and over again, looking at the snow peaks and white clouds, and my soul was obviously left here. Mao'an Mountain protects the villagers of Zhoujiayuan. Goodbye, Mao'an Mountain; Goodbye, Zhou Jiayuan.
(About the author: Liu Xiguo, senior middle school teacher, member of Gansu Writers Association. I usually write a little article, and occasionally make a little money. Don't seek to be heard, live a light life. Occasionally, small articles appeared in newspapers and periodicals. ）