Indulge in Kanas Prose

God said: Leave me a piece of pure land, and Kanas locked up a thousand years of time.

When I stood on the wide wooden bridge of the Hemu River wearing a bright red down jacket, I heard the wind singing.

This is late autumn. In the blue sky, a few white clouds are drifting leisurely. The Hemu River flows quietly, through the dense forest and into the distance. The river water is faintly blue and coldly clear. One glance is enough to filter out the turbid thoughts and inexplicable worries. The river water is formed by the melted ice and snow of the Altai Mountains. It is bone-chillingly cold. Even standing on the bridge, you can feel the chill of the river water. The exposed pebbles on the river beach are either crystal clear and round, or have sharp edges, shining brown in the sun. On the river bank, dark green and golden trees stand in distinct layers, tall and handsome. The dark green one is Tasong, vigorous and solemn, and the golden one is white birch, fresh and bright. They stand on both sides of the Hemu River all year round, like guards silently guarding their mother and beloved girl.

One end of the bridge is connected to a village - Hemu Village. The Tuva people who maintain the most complete national traditions live here. It is one of the famous Tuva villages and the farthest and largest village among the only three remaining Tuva villages. At this moment, the autumn sunshine is bathing in this village in the valley. Looking from a distance, the log cabins with log spiers built against the mountains are coated with a layer of brilliant golden yellow, just like a village in a dream. I smile.

I strolled towards the village. The villages were scattered on the mountainous grasslands. The cabins were built with redwood or birch logs from the Kanas Mountains. Herds, snow peaks, forests, Grassland, blue sky, and white clouds constitute the unique natural and cultural landscape of Tuva villages. Most of the cabin is buried in the soil to withstand the severe cold when the mountains are closed by heavy snow for nearly half a year. The roof is made of wooden boards nailed to a herringbone shed, and the body of the cabin is made of logs with a diameter of thirty to forty centimeters. It is simple and rough, and has become a A unique symbol of Tuvan architecture. There are towering redwood trees and birch trees standing in twos and threes next to the house. The redwood branches have dark green leaves, while the birch trees are golden. There are also some bushes that I can’t name with bright red leaves. There is water in the depression in front of the house. white light. There were piles of cow and sheep dung scattered on the grass, but there was no smell. On the contrary, the air was so fresh and exuded a faint grass fragrance. Surrounded by the Altay Mountains, the tops of the mountains are covered with thick white snow all year round. The mother-like Altay Mountains hold this village tightly in its arms. According to historical research, the Tuva tribe was gradually multiplied by some of the old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers left over from Genghis Khan's Western Expeditions. To this day, the Tuva people still have portraits of Genghis Khan hanging in their homes, bearing the traditional characteristics of the nomadic people. The courtyard of each household is not very big. There is a wooden fence surrounding the courtyard. Standing outside the fence, you can have an unobstructed view of the yard. I stopped in front of the wooden fence of a small wooden house and looked into the yard. A wooden door creaked open, and a middle-aged woman with a red scarf on her head came out. I greeted her hurriedly: "Hello, sister." !" She smiled at me, with two red clouds flying out of her pretty face. "Coming for a trip?" she asked me loudly. "Well, this is your home? Are you the only one?" "This is my home. The baby has gone to school, and the man has been grazing in the distance and is about to come back. Come in and sit down." He said as he moved a part of the wooden fence The fence opened and I walked inside. The yard was neatly kept, and there were a few chickens running around in the yard. From time to time they would peck the ground with their beaks, and then raise their necks and chirp a few times. She wanted to go into the house to get me a stool, but I quickly said, "No, just sit here." Then I sat down on the threshold of the cabin. She also sat on the threshold and started chatting with me. She told me that there are not many villagers in the village now. Some rented wooden houses to travel agencies before the arrival of summer and went to the distant Irtysh River Basin to graze their cattle. They did not return to the village until the heavy snow closed the mountains in late October. Some people set aside some rooms in their yards to accommodate tourists for food and accommodation. People in the village are now living a better life, and they don't have to worry about food and clothing. They usually spend half a year grazing or receiving tourism for half a year. It’s very cold here in winter, 30 to 40 degrees below zero, it’s freezing and snowy, and when water is poured out it freezes into ice. I can’t go anywhere, so I just stay at home. Folks from the countryside visit each other, the men drink and play cards, and the women chat about everyday things. , do some needlework, live a simple life, unlike people in the city who are busy all year round.

The Tuva woman’s words were light and full of satisfaction, but these light words made me fall into a dream.

What does the village in the dream look like? When I go straight to the heart of desire, abandon external interference, and let my whole body and mind wander in nature, the life I once cared about and pursued so hard will continue to become smaller and fade away. In fact, what people originally want is this kind of life, simple and contented. When this kind of life appears naturally in a primitive village, our hearts will be as pure as a baby's innocent smiling face, transparent and clear.

When I waved goodbye to the towering wooden door at the other end of the Hemu River wooden bridge and walked toward a golden birch forest, I couldn't tell whether what was in front of me was a painting or whether I was framed in it. In one painting, the breathtaking beauty made me so shocked that I couldn't even blink for a long time.

On the hillside, beside the stream, there are rows and clumps of white birch trees, one after another, one after another, one after another, like a tree before my eyes. The overwhelming roaring waves came like waves. The silver-white tree trunk with thousands of eyes is particularly eye-catching in the autumn sunshine, and the golden leaves seem to have melted the sunlight into it.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which shone mottledly in the sunlight falling through the gaps in the forest. A small stream meanders forward through the birch forest, with golden leaves floating on the stream. It is quiet all around, and only the gurgling sound of the stream can be heard. At this time, a Tuva man wearing camouflage uniforms and a cowboy hat, with a dark face and a strong body, rode a horse towards the stream, but the sound of gurgling water and the sound of horse hooves were heard in the forest. In this deep and vast place, there is a kind of deep and long tranquility, a kind of distance that seems like a world away. In an open space in the forest, two white birch trees stood very close to each other, one was thick and the other was small. The thick one is like a black dragon, like a strong man, as hard as iron, and as stable as Mount Tai. On the old trunk, pieces of bursting silver bark shine in the sun, and the golden leaves on the tall branches shine brightly; the small one is like a naughty child, curled He leaned to one side, as if he wanted to break away from the shelter of the old tree and embrace the bright sunshine.

I was drunkenly looking at the gold in my eyes, feeling the unparalleled tranquility and stunning beauty between heaven and earth, and suddenly thought of an oil painting "Golden" by the famous Russian painter Levitan in the 19th century. "Autumn": The gorgeous golden autumn colors in the painting exude a deep poetry and the atmosphere of autumn in nature. The blue sky is transparent and clear, with floating gray-white clouds. The gem-like stream shines with blue light in the sun. The large golden birch trees are tall and handsome. The grass, wild flowers and fields beside the stream and on the slope are growing. The subtle change from green to yellow vividly expresses the passion surging in the painter's heart. From then on, I believe that oil painting can better express the rich connotation and bright colors of autumn, and can make people abandon the sadness of autumn and invigorate it. The beauty of Kanas autumn in front of me has long surpassed the colors in Levitan's paintings. It truly shows before my eyes the infinite charm of nature's magical brush, as well as the love for nature, life, and love that arouses in people's hearts. Association and respect for the relationship between man and nature.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and the golden leaves of the birch tree flew off the branches, flying in front of my eyes like butterflies, and soon covered the fallen leaves on the ground. New fallen leaves lie on the ground, like a child lying in its mother's arms, sweet and peaceful. I stood silently in the forest, listening to the trees' monologue and the conversation between the wind and the leaves, and I was deeply moved. Is this just about to shed its golden coat, like thousands of white birch trees that stand straight into the blue sky like masts? Are the golden leaves that once danced passionately with the sun just a passing passerby of time? Indeed, in the cycle of four seasons, the birch tree once stood tall and tall, once stood gracefully, its leaves once were green like clouds, and once burned with passion. Although prosperity and decline are the laws of all things in the world, before the harsh winter comes, the birch tree takes off its gorgeous coat and uses its naked body to accept the baptism of ice and snow. Isn't it just for rebirth, creation, and singing of life?

Walking past the Tuva tribe and through the quiet and deep canyons, a beautiful lake came into view. When Kanas Lake appeared shyly and charmingly in front of my eyes, I fell into a magnificent and colorful dream again. Is it heaven in your dream? Or the real world? I abandoned my previous reserve and ran towards Kanas Lake like a child.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, the lake was rippling, as quiet as a virgin, as flat as a mirror, and spotless. The sky is blue and the lake is also blue. Is it the blue sky that dyes the lake, or does the lake copy the sky? I looked up at the sky and then down at the water, but I couldn't find the answer for a while. What is the same color of water and sky? That’s it!

On the hillside on the lakeshore, there are still dark green fir trees and golden birch trees. They are silent and passionate. The clear water of a lake reflects the clouds in the sky, the mountains and trees on the lakeshore, and the lake surface seems to have solidified into a brocade, which is strange and charming. Taking a boat to the center of the lake, the figures of tourists scattered on the lakeshore gradually faded away. The lake became silent, everything was silent, and only the breath of life chanted in the silent space. Kanas Lake brings me a whole new world, and also brings me another time and life. Now, right before my eyes, right on this still lake, right between the peaks of the Altai Mountains, the beauty of divine and human existence blooms in perfect bloom.

The place where God lives is a pure land, a paradise. Because God’s requirements are very simple, he can preserve the originality and ecology. However, when Eve and Adam created humans, the earth where humans lived was still a pure land. Heaven. Human beings live in harmony with other life on this beautiful planet and thrive. After hundreds of millions of years of evolution, human beings have become more and more powerful, until they are so powerful that they can do whatever they want on the earth. As a result, human beings' greed and grabbing have left the earth riddled with holes and scars. The rapid development of science and technology, which mankind is proud of, while deciphering the infinite mysteries of nature, mastering many of nature's inherent laws, and providing mankind with a rich, convenient and comfortable life, is also like a sharp double-edged sword, stabbing It hurts nature and hurts humans themselves.

In fact, as long as we restrain our strong desires, everyone consciously participates in protecting Mother Earth, and has a deep respect for nature, isn't God's territory the paradise for us humans?

Today, when we are deeply nostalgic and looking for those paradises on earth that were once widespread, when the Kanas people proudly and sadly declare that "this is the last private land left by God for themselves." , when I was immersed in the lakes and mountains of Kanas, enjoying this locked thousand-year time with the gods, have we ever thought about whether tourists like me who flock in will disturb Kanas? of tranquility? Will the hazy sky outside the mountains, those rapidly disappearing villages, those barren lands, those polluted rivers and lakes, one day also infect Kanas like a plague? At that time, will God still have his last territory? Will God still share this mellow natural scenery with human beings?

A deep sadness suddenly hit my heart.

I gazed affectionately and melancholy at the sky, snow-capped mountains, forests, creeks and the deep and wide Kanas Lake in front of me. I raised my camera and took in the beautiful scenery.

Kanas, is this the only way you can obtain eternity?