Last weekend, I went to these places in Wangcang. I recommend you to go too!

Text/He Dayao

Yang Jinpeng, a friend of literature and art, posted some beautiful pictures of the Stone Forest in a circle of friends, which made my heart itch. I can't wait to see the Stone Forest. The friend of literature and art replied: Huya, Levin Town, wangcang county.

Last weekend, I invited my younger brother and friend Shi Shuhua to go with me. I was going to bring some snacks and drinks to Shilin to enjoy a sunny and romantic lunch, but Teacher Shi denied it. The direct reason for the negative is: "It is not only unromantic, but also rude for two old people to eat in public in broad daylight." He insisted on taking me to the farmhouse green garden in the green court hot spring scenic spot to experience the fun of the new countryside.

There is a couplet inscribed by Zhang Kuansheng, a famous calligrapher, on the middle post: "At the foot of Hanwang Mountain, Levin Gongya, Micang wild vegetables are also happy." It accurately summarizes the rich historical and cultural heritage, rich products and beautiful environment here.

It's a blessing to go upstairs for the first time: I met Wang Yong, the son of Chuanjiang, He Ping, a native of Micangshan, Wu Yamin, a master of calligraphy, and Mu Xinmin, a photographer I admired for a long time. Everyone sat around for a cup of tea, poured out their love and enjoyed the encounter. When it comes to the exchange of creative experience and writing experience, there is no process from fame to bosom friend, which is enjoyable. Who said that "scholars despise each other since ancient times"?

Teacher Wang Yong said that our literary creation should be like a hen laying eggs. Giggle a few times when laying eggs, let the world know our works, and let them know and judge our works. Only those who have tasted eggs have the most say. The purpose of laying eggs is for readers to taste. Teacher Wang Yong's metaphor opened my eyes. I have been embarrassed to forward my works before, for fear that others will say that I am fishing for fame and commenting on my works. In the final analysis, I am not confident enough and not atmospheric enough.

After lunch, we couldn't wait to hover along Damaopo and go to Huya to find the Moxiang Stone Forest of Chuanjiang's masterpiece Calligraphy World. The terraced fields, green crops and orchards in full bloom on the Damaopo building all show the essence of the "Damaopo spirit". There is a farmer building a new house on the side of Banpo Road. When the foundation stone was laid, fireworks and firecrackers were brightly scattered in front of the car in the sun, and the air seemed to smell of sulfur nitrate. The householder greeted the busy workers with a smile and his mouth was full of pride and happiness. I couldn't help opening the window and waving hello to them, and I got a smiling face. Frequent waving hands, red bricks in their hands, brick knives with sand and ashes, smoking cigarettes, perfectly constitute a warm picture.

The car walked through the Woods, and the light beams that passed through the leaves and vines interwoven the space into colorful colors, and the birds and flowers were stuffed into the car, which was refreshing.

I went to Huya, but I didn't see Shilin. I got off the bus and asked, only to know that my literary friend Jin Peng got the place name wrong. The location of Shilin is Ludu Village, not Huya Village. Ludu Village is opposite Huya Village, on the top of the highest mountain in Damaopo.

When I asked for directions, I suddenly saw a piece of green oil. Going forward, it turned out to be a layered tea garden. Although I have heard of Levin Tea for a long time, I stumbled into the depths of the tea garden and was fortunate to see the spring scenery of Huya Tea Garden in Levin Town. Rows of tea trees seem to have been calculated, and as the terrain spreads, the greenery attacks people. Tea trees and tea gardens abound in this land. The branches and flowers that have not withered all convey the message that they bloomed not long ago. I'm sorry I'm not here for this, but it's a surprise!

After seeing Huya Tea Garden, turn around for ten minutes and arrive at Laolonggang Family Farm. The field of vision here suddenly widened, and dozens of acres of dams appeared in front of us, leveling the potato seedlings that had just broken ground, shaking the dark green head into a gray-black straight line in the sun, and dividing the yellow land into golden zones. Blue sky and white clouds are close at hand.

The Stone Forest is on the right hand side of the dam of Laolonggang Family Farm, with a small area of only about one acre, but it is unique. Elsewhere, the stone forest is like a lush forest with staggered teeth. The stone forests here are mostly flaky and neatly arranged, such as soldiers lined up for reading, or layers of screens with holes running through them, big or small, round or square, with different shapes. Use the concave and convex stripes on the stone to organize into expressive portraits.

A stone is slightly cow-shaped, lying in the stone forest, which reminds me of a poem sung on the back of a cow when my great-uncle visited Wuquan Stone Forest during Wen Xiu's reign in the late Qing Dynasty.

Strange rocks, like cows, have been lying in the mountains for thousands of years.

Grass is hard for Mei Qi to talk, and the shepherd boy didn't look back.

The wind blows all over the body, and the rain makes you sweat.

Today, there are few ropes on the nose, and the world is lazy at night.

Marvel Comics marveled at the ingenuity of nature, and praised the exquisite huazhang written by literati.

On the right side of the stone forest, there is a round mountain bag. You can drill a hole, cross several barrel bridges made of logs and bypass the mountain. The hole is low and small, and only one person can climb through it. There is a hole in the middle of the empty side, like a leaf. People take pictures at the mouth of the cave, just like elves on leaves.

It takes about 20 minutes to get back to the dam around the hill. There is a protective railing nearly 200 meters long and about 1.5 meters high on the cliff edge of the dam. Looking at the railing, the distant mountains are like Dai, and the long rivers are like jade. Pines and cypresses, green seedlings winding like ribbons, and roads dotted like red walls and blue tiles are all in front of you. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..

The mountain wind is strong, and several small ancient pine trees on the hillside, imitating the appearance of Huangshan welcoming pine, bend the branches on the windward side and lengthen the branches on the leeward side, and faithfully and enthusiastically receive tourists from far and near. Walking down the steps in the direction of pine trees, the tea trees on the small slope swing round and round, reaching out a pair of chubby little hands, overflowing with unique fragrance and refreshing sense of smell. The newly planted cherry is unwilling to be lonely, shyly showing yellow teeth the size of a grain of rice, and struggling to show great hope.

I talked hopefully with the hostess of this land.

The hostess said that this is an eco-agricultural park that they have worked hard to build. The stone forest was discovered when they were digging, and it was well preserved. They paid for the hardening of the roads in Shilin and the construction of the fence at the edge of the cliff. Visitors can not only provide tea for free. What a simple mountain man. I asked her why she did it. She said that her husband is the village party secretary of this village and has inherited the spirit of several generations of Damaopo people: people should do things that are beneficial to the public when they are alive. I stood in awe and threw my fist at the hostess.

Say goodbye to the hostess, her mouth is full of the smell of her new tea. Teacher Shi and I strolled in Nakakoji, Lin, digging out novels written in the past to discuss and comment. If we have different opinions, we will quarrel and laugh when we reach an understanding.

On our way home, the sounds of pine trees and kingfishers recorded our happy mood this weekend.

Brief introduction of the author

He Dayao, male, born in July, 1966, is from Changcun Village, Dade Town, wangcang county. Now he is a worker and grass-roots correspondent of Sichuan Coal Huarong Shidonggou Coal Company. He has successively won the honorary titles of the third "Home of Scholars" from 20 19 to 2020 and the national advanced individual in coal mine literature and art. The literary book Wild Cherry Blossom published on 20021was rated as one of the top ten literary works in wangcang county.