This is a mysterious rain essay.

It began to rain when we left the city. Raindrops fell on the windshield, first bit by bit, then line by line, and then into pieces.

Catch up with beginning of autumn before Tanabata, and the next lingering rain is normal. Old people often understand the rain before Tanabata as the Weaver Girl misses the Cowherd and the children, feeling excited or sad inside, with tears in her eyes. The tears of the weaver girl turn into raindrops all over the sky when they fall to the earth. This understanding is very human, and I have recognized this explanation since I was a child.

After we arrived at Qingshan Xiushui Tourist Resort, I found that the rain was not a simple rain. First of all, it occupied the whole castle peak for us. On such a big green hill, only our people braved the rain to collect the wind. The heavens and the earth are boundless, the misty rain is boundless, the green hills at the foot are silent, and the flowers and trees washed by the rain are silent. Only the sound of rain, like the beautiful sound of pearls pouring on a plate of jade, like the rolling sound of history, pours on our ears.

First of all, we came to the scenic spots of "beautiful mountains, beautiful water, birds and flowers". Before entering the scenic spot, the sound of rain immediately reached our ears: Today, birds are celebrating the arrival of the new solar term in beginning of autumn. Under the vault of the tall big birdcage, birds arranged like notes are praying collectively for gratitude. Don't disturb them.

Facing the rain, we are all like obedient children. Entering the scenic spot, we stood under the green sky and the gray transparent vault, watching the birds land leisurely on the high rope with light distribution and form a team. As the rain said, they are collective gratitude and thinking, and small figures are embedded in the blue-gray sky, which is an ink fantasy where reality and nothingness are perfectly connected. A peacock slowly crossed the steps, held its head high proudly and circled around us. The king of birds with a beautiful heart showed us its beautiful figure and feathers in all directions. Is it aroused by the beautiful handsome guy in our writers association? Guinea fowl, pheasant and golden pheasant stood beside their henhouses, pigeons poked their heads in pigeon cages hanging on rocks or trees, Feng Xuan parrots stood on branches wet with raindrops, carefully combing their feathers, and only Yuanyang and wild ducks swam happily in the water and played happily with raindrops. Rain, understandably silent, connived at birds chirping and sang a real song for us.

Mist and rain enveloped Swan Lake, and the bamboo forest beside the lake dripped in the rain. In the cool air, noble and elegant swans, either in the water or on the shore, sometimes exchange necks, sometimes whisper and sometimes crow, as pure as nature, breaking the silence of the whole mountain. Because of the rain, the breeder delayed the feeding time. Just as we arrived, two keepers whistled and carried buckets to distribute swan food in the trough on the shore. The swans gathered at the trough with the whistle, and the swans standing in front of the trough were like gentlemen eating, eating politely and elegantly; The swan, who can't stand in front of the trough, is calm and patient, as always gentle and elegant.

A light gray domestic goose spreads its wings and sings with our leaving footsteps. The breeder shouted at it: "Gray, come back!" " "The goose with wings like a sail, like a child who did something wrong in an instant, closed its wings and sang loudly and came back dejectedly. I was surprised and asked the breeder around me, "Can it understand your dialect? "

"Well, we grew up. Those swans can also understand simple words. "

Just then, a black swan opened its mouth to the breeder and called "Ga-",which looked like a naughty child looking at his mother, naughty and intimate.

We stood outside the yak pen, and the drizzle was bathing the yak. A yak with long hair and sweat glands stood in the rain and looked at us through the railing. One of them actually went to the railing and looked at us through it. Seeing that five yaks have two big bodies and three small bodies, I curiously asked Song Tai around me, "Do you think they are a family?" Song Taidao: "I don't know. Guess what they are thinking now? "

I said, "Will it miss its hometown and want to go back, just like the man who pushed the cart back to his ancestral road in Shaanxi?" "

Song Taixiao, I think too much.

Yes, it's just my idea. I put my feelings on yak. This peace of mind is my hometown. Looking at the calm eyes of yaks, it is obvious that they have regarded this place as their hometown. Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, is a home worthy of its peace of mind.

The rain washed the rocks like a beauty who had just bathed, fresh and beautiful, and the pine-like' flower' lines on the rocks were as clear as they had just been born. The sound of rain becomes dense, just like crowds of people walking through the air. These stones can make it so excited because of an old local legend-

According to legend, in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, king of the Tang Dynasty, led a hundred thousand troops to the East. In March of one year, he came to the bank of Weihe River and at the foot of Qingshan Mountain. March is the thickest time in spring here. The Weihe River in Qingling reflects the blue sky, the green trees on the shore are dripping green, and the apricot flowers are blooming. Fishermen with fishing rafts and fishing songs on the river. The pine trees on the green hills are shaded, the pines are blowing, and the sound of wooden fish comes from the top of the mountain-a beautiful scenery of a paradise. Li Shimin, the king of the Tang Dynasty, was stunned by the scenery and thought he had strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden. Considering that Tang Jun was exhausted after marching for several months and caught up with the commissary, he decided to camp here, rest his army and wait for food. King Tang is the king of sages. He ordered the soldiers not to disturb the people nearby, or they would be beheaded. The hungry soldiers had to dig wild vegetables over the mountains to satisfy their hunger. An enlightened Taoist lives on the green hill. Seeing that Tang Jun would rather eat wild vegetables than harass the people, he was very moved and went to Li See Shimin, the king of Tang Dynasty. When the old man saw the Tang King, he asked curiously, "There are hundreds of good people in Fiona Fang. Why not send people to the people's homes to beg for food and let your soldiers dig wild vegetables? "

Seeing the otherness, the King of Tang replied: "People are the foundation of the country. I owe my Tang Dynasty today to the support of ordinary people. It's spring and ordinary people are on a diet. How can I make them more sad? "

The old man nodded, stroked his beard and smiled. He found out half a cow trough from the haystack, washed it with clear water, took out a pot of rice from the mud jar and poured it into the trough, then poured water, made a fire and cooked the raw rice into a mature rice. The old man said to Tang Wang, "It is easier to go up the mountain than down it. Tang Wang Dongjin Temple. There is still a handful of rice left at home to solve the difficulties for the troops. "

He filled a bowl of rice and handed it to Tang Wang, who took the rice. Smelling the rice fragrance, he missed the hungry armed forces and couldn't lift it. The old man laughed after reading it: "Tang Wang just eats, and you will know after eating." Tang Wang ate several bowls in a row and found that there was no shortage of rice in the cow trough. He took a bowl and grew a bowl, but it was inexhaustible. Tang Wang was overjoyed. Knowing that he met a fairy and got a treasure, he ordered the three armies to have dinner together. When the three armies are all full, the cow trough is still full.

Three days later, the hay arrived, and when the army marched, the king of Tang asked Lao Dao for the cow trough and gave it to him generously. However, the cow trough is too heavy to carry in the March. After the old man left, the king of Tang ordered the soldiers to bury the cow trough under a pine tree and marked it on the pine tree.

A few years later, the king of Tang triumphed in the East Expedition, thinking about the ox trough, regardless of thousands of miles away, came to Qingshan to look for hidden treasure. When he came to Qingshan, he found that all the hills were covered with pine trees, which became endless pine forests, so many that birds could not fly. He can't find the pine tree he marked. In desperation, the king of Tang ordered the soldiers to rummage through the castle peak to find the cow trough, but the soldiers rummaged through the whole castle peak and didn't dig the cow trough. Don't give up, the king of Tang went to the Taoist temple on the mountain to find the Taoist priest of that year. Who knows that the Taoist temple has become a temple with the change of time, and the Taoist priests of that year have disappeared. The King of Tang was very angry and ordered the sergeant to release Yamakaji and burn all the temples and pine trees on the mountain. Since then, the Pinus massoniana forest on the green hills has disappeared, leaving only pine markings on the stones.

The king of the Tang Dynasty has entered the history books and turned into a smoke cloud of history. These ink-loose stones, through layers of time, look at us. There is a fairy road on the green hill. People here have been handed down from generation to generation. Probably heard the rain through the window. There are always some things to be passed down from mouth to mouth, such as beautiful thoughts, such as virtues, such as this stone legend with historical clouds.

When we stood in front of the cool hall, the sound of rain came suddenly, and the white raindrops disappeared everything around us. Only the gazebo is like the Qiongge in the mist of Fairy Mountain in the rain. The secular world is gone forever, and we look up at the cool hall, red walls and yellow glazed tiles, and octagonal bell with double eaves in the rain, as if we were in a fairyland.

The religious culture on Castle Peak has a long history. Taoist culture originated, and Buddhist culture gradually infiltrated into the unique religious culture of Qingshan. Smoke filled history, countless temples were destroyed by war, and the gazebo in front of us was rebuilt in 1997.

The pavilion is a reinforced concrete wood structure, supported by 40 3.6-meter-high columns, with a height of 12.28 meters, a width of 27 meters and a span depth of 6.7 meters. Five halls, arches under the eaves, double dragons playing pearls on the ridge of the hall, and a kiss on the opposite side. On the streamlined ridges on both sides of the eaves, there are unknown birds and beasts. A blue plaque is hung high on the double eaves of the main hall, and the golden word reads "gazebo". There are six wooden doors on the front of the temple and eight wooden windows on both sides, with 1 1 crossbar windows on them. These doors and windows are scarlet, especially bright in the rain. The hall is carved with beams and painted with buildings, and the mural is a large-scale Qiongyao fairyland. There is a gold couplet on the red pole in front of the main hall: "The weather is good in Dongzhen, and the weather is beautiful; Cool and protect Kunning, the country and the people. " There are golden statues of Cool Old Master Q and Cool Mother in the temple. Behind them, there are four maids with horizontal fans, and on both sides, the golden couple stand and serve. There are statues of the "Four Heavenly Kings". They are growing up, keeping their eyes open, hearing and holding well. They each hold a touch of green lightsaber, a jade harp, a beaded umbrella and a Zi Long fox mink. It is said that the "Four Heavenly Kings" are the reasons for the good weather in this area. On the east side of the temple is the statue of Bi Gan, the god of wealth, next to which stands a lucky boy. On the lower right of the old mother's altar is the statue of the "Four Sages Grand Commander" guarding Lingxiao Temple, which is commonly known as clairvoyant, clairaudient, waterspout, underground king model, Yang Sen, Gao Tigan and Li Yunba. They each hold a goldfinch big board knife, a Yanling knife, a tiger-headed toad gun and a big broom knife, which is dignified and solemn. On the west side of the temple is a statue of Hei Hu Zhao Gongming. The God of Wealth holds nine whips in front of Hei Hu.

The sound of rain made the hall more solemn. I closed my empty hands and bowed down to the gods, but I couldn't remember what to pray for at the moment. Peace and prosperity, good weather, healthy parents, smart children, husband and wife, God-given. What more can you ask for? Buddha's heart is merciful, Tao is natural, and there is nothing to ask for. As long as I stand quietly and crawl at the feet of the gods with a natural heart, so that my soul can be freed and peaceful, the gods will give me peace and wisdom.

Leaving Qingshan Xiushui, we went to the 100-acre lotus pond in Shibu. The rain is loud and small, and the lotus leaves are knocked out by the raindrops with dense and sparse flat sounds. Looking at the green hills from a distance is as beautiful as Dai, and looking at the lotus flowers from a distance. A pond in Lv Yun stretches out, and we are fascinated by this picture drawn by nature.

After all, it is beginning of autumn, and the lotus is drawing to a close. In a thick green, each lotus flower has its own unique beauty, such as the first sunshine in the morning, warm and bright beauty. Lotus is like a green child, counting the lotus seeds one by one in the rain and fog on the left and right sides of the lotus leaf. Through this beautiful picture, I also saw that in the mud praised by literati, the lotus root is as white as jade and has given birth to seven hearts.

Lotus is endowed with Zen by Buddhists and is the bright spirit pursued by the world. Lotus root, as a delicious food on the table, is inseparable from the life you live. However, this bright spirit and this miserable life are so closely linked, just like our spiritual life and material life, elegance and vulgarity cannot be established separately. No matter how beautiful the poem is, no matter how beautiful the distance is, it should also be rooted in earthy secular fireworks. Is this the Zen that Buddhists want to express?

The rain stopped when we got back to the city. At this time, the green hills and beautiful waters, in the early days of the rain, should be half mountain clouds and half mountain wind. What about the rain that accompanied us to collect the wind? Is it hidden in the clouds, revealing a meaningful smile?