Prose about Autumn in the Dabie Mountains

Autumn Morning in Farewell Mountain

A cement road, like a crystal-clear river, curves in a morning surrounded by peaks and shadows. The undulating peaks and ridges in front of my eyes are like thousands of galloping horses; the lush green trees on the skyline are like waves, and they are like ships like sails.

In the Dabie Mountains in October, there is a bit of chill. Looking at the dawn on the forest, a kind of outline spreads all over the body. In the distance, there are faint villages, faint schools, faint bridges and faint pedestrians.

The mountain road is winding, with question marks one after another. The unknown is the reason, the temptation is the reason, the persistence is the desire, and the footprints are firmly inserted into the depths. The stones beside the road are silent. They are not lazily dreaming, but seriously thinking about how the colors of time will change. The grass on the slopes is a little yellow and withered, but there are red, yellow and white wild chrysanthemums, dotted with beautiful stars. I think the breath of autumn is the richest color.

The mist is graceful and there are birds chirping intermittently, just like a small order in autumn, the sky is ethereal. Suddenly I heard the sound of the waterfall, and I realized that the passion for life comes from the mountains and forests.

This is a bamboo forest, one after another, continuing the green sea. Where are the symbols of the soul? The moon hangs slightly on the willow trees, and the bamboo leaves sway gently. The implication of bamboo is that it is moving upward step by step, that it would rather break than to bend, and that it is humble and low-minded. Only after the wind passed through the bamboo forest did I know what "qing" smelled like. It turned out that her erect and profound essence was here.

Listening to the intimacy of natural sounds; touching the heartbeat of autumn red leaves, I kept my eyes on the cleanest bamboo leaf. The morning breeze is very good, and the clouds change naughtily, but once it reaches a high place, it also becomes naughty, getting into your collar and rolling in your chest.

In autumn, there is silence in the distance; the clouds are light and the harmony fades away. The sun was a little smaller because it was high in the sky, and the color of its light was like exposed corn, yellow and orange. The autumn colors in mountains and forests are the most beautiful, because the splendor of the tree for a year is condensed on the top of each tree, just like the new leaves in spring, red, yellow and green, all holding up the colors of the sun. In the distance, the terraced fields in the hinterland are gradually becoming golden. They are rice. They bow their heads shyly, remain silent and unobtrusive.

The deep mountains and forests are filled with the sound of waterfalls and running water, and the sunny ones are filled with the rhyme of bamboos, pines, waves and clear wind. Then, a mysterious impulse suddenly occurred in my heart, and a clear purification was completed in my heart.

Autumn Rhythm of Farewell Mountain

The sycamore leaves have fallen, and a poem has fallen: It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting. The distant mountains are painted, an ink painting of clear autumn.

On the village road, carts travel hard, and the rice on it is dyed into grains of gold by sweat and the autumn sun. The village, with its jagged buildings beautifying the land and wilderness, is illuminated by the moonlight in the city, and they are all singing "You Will Win If You Work Hard" by migrant workers.

On the side of the hillside, there are rows of grape trellises, and countless pairs of mature and transparent eyes are looking around. The vegetable greenhouse is not lonely either. Tomatoes are red-faced, and cucumbers are stretching and affectionate... The road to school is straight and curved, curved and straight, and finally merges into a wide stadium in front of a flagpole, with a group of children dancing happily. , letting laughter and dreams fly into the blue sky.

The sky is as clear and bright as a girl’s eyes; the gentle sunshine is like the old lady choosing vegetables at the entrance of the village, quiet and peaceful. The white clouds pass by and come again, and all the fantastic thoughts fall into the streams, flowing poetically. The wild chrysanthemums on the riverside are taking their time, watching how the smoke from the kitchen spreads joy. At this time, you will dream of a scene - lift off the shawl, reveal the delicate and white arms, play the piano gently and with the ups and downs of the Beijing accent.

Song of Bieshan Lake

Bieshan Lake, located in Huoshan County, Anhui Province, is an artificial lake formed by Chinese people damming the river in September 1956. It was originally named Mozitan Reservoir. .

The majestic dam connects two mountains in series, like a giant "one" character horizontally locking a green lake. This is a beautiful fairy lake. The green lake water is the fairy's dressing mirror, and the famous mountain beside the lake is the Queen Mother's dressing table.

Stopping at the top of the dam and looking around, you will see green mountains, green mountains, and green mountains. The autumn water is green because the mountain light enters the lake; the bottom of the lake is blue because the lake embraces autumn. Under the dam, the gurgling stream keeps chanting poems and singing about autumn; the valley trees are lush with red and yellow leaves, as gorgeous as flowers.

The yacht slowly cuts through the silk fabric of the lake. A clear and handsome mountain, a clear and handsome autumn, is like a peacock spreading its wings, red, yellow, blue and purple, and colorful; the clear water, the clear autumn, is also like the watery eyes of a beautiful woman, crystal clear, soft and shy and affectionate. The water filters out distracting thoughts, and the mountains are filled with happiness.

The driver sang a Dabie Mountain folk song: "In August, sweet-scented osmanthus blooms everywhere, bright flags are erected, lanterns are put up and colored, lanterns are put up and colored, a new world shines brightly..." Haha, it turns out that the revolutionary song "Osmanthus Blossoms Bloom Everywhere in August" comes from here!

The yacht picked up speed, the driver whistled melodiously, and the waves on the lake echoed the whisper. Snow-white waves rose behind the boat, and a bright and bloody national flag appeared on the lake in the blue sky and in the autumn wind.

This is the sunshine at noon, slanting at the bottom of the lake, a depth of happiness and a depth of joy. A bamboo raft is swaying in the distance, and tourists are singing "Goodbye Dabie Mountain". It floats vaguely across the lake, holding the water and sky clouds.

As the yacht approached the edge of the island, I saw a red maple on the island. Under the sunlight in the middle of the sky, it was trembling with tender red color, as crystal clear as a baby's little hand. Look at a ginkgo tree again, like an umbrella blocking out the sky and the sun, its golden leaves swaying in the autumn wind.

Hey, there is a big river willow tree here. There is a big bird's nest on the high branches, and there is a faint quacking sound of magpies in the nest. Sunshine, white clouds, clear water, clear peaks, red maples, and chirping birds are just a harmonious picture slowly unfolding in the lake and sky.

I asked the driver to slow down, let the wind slow down, and let the mountains slow down. I wanted to place the skylight and cloud shadows in the camera lens, and then combine the gentle waves of Bishan Lake and the beautiful scenery. You can feel the folk songs in it - you can feel the blue lake sky and the blooming autumn mountains.

The water caresses the white clouds, the clouds caress the clear peaks, and the autumn songs soothe a restless heart. The poetic state of being carefree, calm, and seeking nothing emerges in my heart. There are square white net floats on the lake in the distance, which are fish cages. Accidentally, Sunshine sneezed, causing the cage to float; with a "plop", a fish jumped up with a bright white eye.

Farewell Camellia Forest

I am in a good mood today. At dusk, I walked into the autumn tea forest in the Dabie Mountains and smelled the green leaves of the tea trees. The dark green fragrance was still there, and I thought of my tea bottle, the rich memory of the tea soup and the fresh and tender leaves that kept pace with the times.

The tea forest, an old green with blue tint, reflects the beauty of the autumn sun. I bathed in the sunset, letting the sunset touch my body and mind, infiltrating every inch of my heart and changing it vividly.

There is a farmer working in the forest. He sometimes bends down and sometimes stands up. He grabs a handful of autumn wind and topdresses each tea tree with his own sweat; he grabs a handful of sunshine and mixes it with water. Praying for the everlasting health of the world, pour each vein of tea root carefully.

Suddenly I thought of spring, and of picking tea. The tea girl wearing a straw hat and carrying a basket on her waist, gently picked out the buds with her slender hands.

The evening breeze blows, and the tea trees ripple blue. The view was pleasant, so I sipped the tea soup I brought with me, slowly enjoying the beauty of the tea forest at dusk, and slowly savoring the fragrance of the journey of life. Mind enlightenment spiritual bud, heart tea connected. It turns out that the connotation of Huoshan Huangya is here.

The setting sun magnifies the emptiness of the autumn fields, and the smoke from cooking smoke fills the mellow atmosphere of the village. The sunset is subtle and subtle. Does it mean that the trees are cut out and simplified, or does it mean that the days are simple? The sunset is like tea.

Dabie Mountain Villa

In the evening, the twinkling lights outline the pretty figure of Dabie Mountain Villa, like a gentle little beauty, quietly leaning on the shoulder of the white horse tip of the main peak superior. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it is 950 meters above sea level. The wind blows and it feels like "it's not cold at high places."

Dinner was warmly received by the boss of Dabie Villa. The hot pot was steaming hot, and the three cups were directly connected to the road. The boss introduced us to the construction concept of the villa - nature and integration.

Build your house along the mountain and build your house along the river. Therefore, trees passed through the roof, stones grew from the walls, water gurgled from the house, bamboo broke through the small window to explore the moon, and vines entangled the corridor passionately. Everything was a true representation of the mountains, rocks, wood, bamboo, and flowing water. Natural combination.

Think about it, here is one of Lao Tzu's principles, that is: wise people plan according to the trend, while fools act against reason. That is to say, everything in the world is changing all the time. This is an unchanging law and principle. Only those who follow the trend of change and development are wise; those who go against common sense and go in the opposite direction are fools.

Bieshan Ruins Square

There is a ruins square in Dabie Villa.

To the east of the ruined square is a mountain. Does this indicate the weight of history?

Pass through a stone gate with a sunflower totem inlaid with the Sun Country, go west past the stone door frame that symbolizes modernity, and then to the west is the simple stone gate of the future. Continue walking past a couple embracing each other with Tai Chi totems. Pond, a form of beauty vaguely appeared in my heart.

This reminds me of what Yu Qiuyu said in his famous work "Ruins": "Ruins can provide the possibility of reading. Ruins exude the magnetism that makes people linger... The soul The compass senses strongly here."

What is this intensity? Past, present, future - thick, wonderful, poetic.

Ruins, looking at the brightness of distant mountains in the shadow of the eastern mountains. Is it a farewell to destruction or a choice to start over? This is the trace left by the footsteps of time and space on the earth; this is the persistence of yesterday's story in the wind and rain; this is the reincarnation process of life and death, death and life. So I asked, did the purpose of building the Ruins Square come from this?

Ruins, you are a drop of tears that solidifies the vicissitudes of life, lost due to hatred, and hope due to love; ruins, without you, there would be no today and tomorrow; ruins, you are a symbol of civilization, shining in the confident sky .

Reverie Siwang Village

Siwang Village is a historical relic on Siwang Mountain. It is located on the northeast side of Baimajian, the main peak of Dabie Mountain, on the top of the mountain with an altitude of 1396 meters.

The autumn wind is blowing and the sun is shining brightly. We stepped on the uneven path and climbed to the top of the mountain after many twists and turns, many twists and turns, and many hardships. Then we saw the vaguely standing fortress and winding ancient city wall in the hinterland of the peak from a distance. I immediately thought: Does all this have nothing to do with reality? No, today is an extension of the past! Therefore, this increased my desire to peek into the past - to walk into it, get close to it, remember it, and perceive it.

This is a historic site to resist foreign invasion, with the same mission as the Great Wall. However, this is a historical product of defending against peasant uprisings.

The ridge extends from north to south and twists and turns; the wall of the village is like a bone circle forming a peaceful area; the stone wall is like a square shield of mahjong tiles building up the space - the outside of the wall is steep and steep, but the inside of the village is flat and wide.

Here we appreciate Fengqiu’s thoughts. We enlarge our eyes to explore, penetrate the thick vicissitudes of the ancient village wall, and imagine the past on the shoulders of the sun. That was the Taiping Army, a peasant uprising army led by Hong Xiuquan in 1850; it was historically known as the Nian Army, a peasant uprising army in the north in 1853. The Qing government was in turmoil, and the Qing government began to suppress. In 1861, the village was built on the orders of the magistrate of Huoshan to deal with the rebels.

Siwang Village, you are a protected area of ??the Qing government, how come there are no traces of residential buildings? Siwangzhai, you are the fortress of the Qing government, how can you see the stone incense burner in the temple? There are not many detailed stories here, just waiting for the arrival of literati and poets to discover its tragedy and despair.

So, I slowly put my thoughts on the lintel of the ancient village, and used the sickle of the sun to harvest the bullet casings and cannon fodder in the carved patterns. The wind and autumn passed through the dilapidated village gate, and there was a rustling sound of yellow leaves... I asked the primitive, rough and desolate Siwang Village, how many dense arrows do you have? How many swords and swords do you have? The tomb has been flattened by more than 150 years of wind and rain, but the sound of the moonlight falling to the ground can still be heard deep in the bones.

A bluebird glides across the dust-shrouded castle, and a blue night sings with my thoughts. So I took pictures, and the scenery was torn and mottled in my camera, but the peeling and broken city walls were actually antique thread-bound books; the collapse and sinking of the fort was actually an accident of the ruins.

Ruins always make people love and hate them at the same time, because they are a monument of love and hatred.

Love leads to White Horse Peak

In Dabie Mountain, there are three distant peaks. That is the main peak White Horse Peak, followed by the Cloudy Peak, and then facing the South Tianhe Peak, the three peaks echo each other and "go up every day". Baimajian, the main peak of Dabie Mountain and the core scenic spot of Dabie Mountain National Geopark, is located in Huoshan County, Lu'an City, Anhui Province.

We climbed towards the main peak with high spirits. Each step of the stone stairs was narrow and steep, leaving me panting.

Baimajian is a granite mountain with fine-grained granodiorite. The rock structure is dense and has strong weather resistance. The granite has been weathered and denuded, and the peak cluster landform is high, majestic, steep and special. This is the characteristic of the park. Pay attention to the granite bodies. The steep cliffs must be the remains of raging flash floods and waterfalls; the deep and crooked grooves on the rock surface look like giant reptiles, confirming the truth that water drips through rocks.

The mountain road is winding, and I occasionally see mountain people climbing with baskets on their shoulders. The still mountain painting is the finishing touch. After a bumpy and thrilling journey, sweating on the stone steps, and searching for traces in the mountains and forests, we finally passed the Golden Bamboo and Silver Bamboo Peaks. Looking back at the way we came, we can see "a thousand miles of dark colors, and several peaks emerging from the clouds." There is a huge stone on the roadside that attracts people's attention. It is the "divine ape welcoming guests", which is vivid; looking at the distant Panasonic stone pressing one stone, it is "two frogs croaking together", as if hearing its sound; looking ahead, there is a huge stone on the top of the rock. It is covered with diamond-shaped carvings, and what is even more amazing is that it raises its head and seems to be looking around. The name of the stone is "God Turtle Basking in the Sun". Thousands of strange rocks and rocks are dazzling.

The mountain breeze was chilling, but I was steaming and sweating constantly. Pull away the white clouds and wipe off the sweat!

In the wonderful pine corridor, you can see the beauty of the pine trees. Look at the "Peacock Pine", with its persistent branches sprouting from the creeping mountains, like a peacock spreading its tail; look at the "Representative Pine", weather-beaten, proud and calm, as if to say "it's natural to be cool"; look at the "Welcome Pine" "The trunk is curved and the branches are shaped like flags, like graceful arms embracing tourists. Most importantly, on the cliff at the top of the wild ridge, a pine tree stood erect, flaunting its character.

Climbing to the main peak, you can see the mountains in the distance. They are hazy, seemingly far away, real and illusory, close at hand, yet far away in the horizon. Standing on the peak, I looked at the scenery on the north and south sides of the peak. The south slope is full of green in spring and summer; the north mountain is boundless in autumn, red, yellow and green, rich and poetic. I couldn’t help but feel: Dabie Mountain is really a special mountain!

Baima Jian has the height mark of the main peak. It uses the height number of 1777 meters as the content, uses the peak stone as the building material, and uses simple design as the technique to build a unique world-class three-dimensional mark of the Dabie Mountains. things. What is the message it conveys? Is it the legend of Li Bai's visit here? Is it the charm of granite that grows surprisingly pines? Or the major discovery of the giant molybdenum deposit in the Dabie Mountains? The Dabie Mountains are a beautiful landscape painting and a grand geological history book.

Sit and watch the Longjing Waterfall

Longjing River is a fractured valley, also known as Longjing Gorge. It is the largest waterfall group in western Anhui. Because the gorge is shaped like a dragon, it is named "dragon" The word named the four waterfalls in the valley - Longjing Waterfall, Longmen Jump, Dragon King Zun, and Shenlong Hand.

Entering the valley, you are embraced by the mountains. You immediately feel a peaceful and beautiful world, and the faint sound of the rushing water makes you feel like you are walking into a childhood fairy tale. Average inside. Looking up, there are many strange rocks along the river. Some resemble birds and animals, some resemble immortals meditating, some lie quietly at the bottom of the water, some hold up the sky with one stone, some grow out of the forest, and some are inserted diagonally into the peak.

There is the sound of plucked kites and the autumn wind blows through the bamboo forest. There was a sweet wind blowing coolly on my face. Going up the river, you will see the roaring waterfall. Looking from the bottom up, you can see a waterfall, like a flying dragon, looking for the source and going straight up to the blue sky through the clouds and mist. This is Longjing Waterfall.

Before anyone got close, water mist hit my face, but I saw a 50-meter-high water column falling from the sky and flowing straight into the Longjing Pond at the bottom of the waterfall. The Longjing Waterfall is 3 meters wide and the Longjing Pool is 100 square meters in diameter. It is quiet and deep.

We must get closer to it. So we went down to the bottom of the valley, carefully moved to the edge of the pool, and sat on a huge rock. It was evening at this time, and the orange-red sunset shone on the waterfall, surrounded by colorful rainbow shadows, which was as fascinating as a fairyland. So I thought, only with water can there be spirituality, and only with water can there be life. Water never gives up day and night, striking flowers and creating endless splendid flowers; water is unyielding, firm in its direction and sings life; water nourishes all things forever and ever, giving birth to an ancient and splendid civilization.

Sit and watch the waterfall, take pictures of the sky covered with rocks and flying walls, and take pictures of the beautiful cicada wings and gauze.

Longjing Waterfall, did you use your tenderness to erode the hardness of the rock ridge and fall? Did you use the igneous rock of your heart to push up and down to form a wall? Or did you use the sword and ax of the ancient glacier to carve out a line of stone grooves and leap forward? A waterfall is also a falling water.

So it turns out, the charm of the waterfall is that you are willing to fall to pieces; the emotion of the waterfall is overflowing, even the volcano is unstoppable; the beauty of the waterfall is the impact, a kind of power that shows future generations - to break the suffering , smash hesitation into pieces, be firm and unwavering, and flow endlessly.

Longjing Waterfall, you are like a handsome white snow wild horse neighing wildly, flying straight down with the deep friendship of the Dabie Mountains. Isn’t that thunderous sound your cry for the sea?

Sitting and looking at the waterfall, I pictured the mountains with a deep autumn mood, and pictured the lady in ancient costume wearing a white gauze over the waterfall. I used trees and stones as small symbols and maple leaves as seals. Yes, what is shorter than the sky is the mountain; what is higher than the mountain is the human being; what is more passionate than the human being is the waterfall. Time is falling, the sun is falling, the moonlight is falling, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are falling. The waterfall is on its way, and it does not care about its own footprints. It keeps moving forward, forward, forward...

At this time, the sunset becomes redder and brighter, and the Longjing Waterfall becomes more exciting. Take a handful of the pool water and enjoy the sweetness. The bitterness penetrated my whole body.