Notes of Mulan Mountain

I have made an appointment with some friends to go to Mulan Mountain. I've been busy with my work in recent months, and I often put it on hold when I mention it.

I am free these two days, so my friend drove to Mulan Mountain. It was early winter in Wuhan when we set out, and it rained for several days. The sky is gray, walking in the cold air, feeling every trace of water vapor in the air. The car was walking on the viaduct around the city, and the rain pattered on the windshield. The speed is fast and the wind is endless.

I don't know how I feel. In the past few months, it seems that I have experienced several spring and autumn periods. I walked out of the school gate, took several jobs, and finally stood on grandpa's beloved podium. From an ignorant student to a teacher, I was caught off guard. I often see the time I didn't cherish from students' reading, and I also see myself on the way to school.

In recent months, my cousin who grew up with me got married. At my cousin's wedding scene, my cousin wore a white exquisite wedding dress, and the temperature was very low. Her arms were red with cold, but she had to keep an elegant smile. My brother-in-law is dressed up with a bouquet of delicate roses in his hand. This tomboy who used to "crawl around" with me has now put on exquisite makeup and married another woman.

I can't help feeling that the change of time is so cruel and terrible. Chi Zijian said in his prose: "The growth of age is a terrible process to improve people's own mediocre behavior." I have deeply felt the growth of time. I hope I can always keep improving, abandon my mediocrity and accept the baptism of growth calmly and generously.

The car is still flying, fascinated by the scenery of Mulan Mountain, and I don't want to talk about these serious topics.

I opened my eyes, and the scene outside the window really surprised me-the rain had stopped and colorful clouds appeared in the western corner of the sky. The colors of the clouds reflect each other, like the wind and rain clearing the fog of heaven and unfolding the most beautiful side of heaven. The sky becomes high and clear. Looking down, it is the East and West Lake next to expressway. The lake is vast, the water vapor is transpiration, and seagulls pass by the lake. I have never been so close to freedom: thin clouds and rosy clouds, birds in the lake, speeding cars and restless music. I was shocked and pressed the window: the cold wind as huge as the tide poured into the carriage, and several friends screamed at me. I ignored it and tried my best to feel the long-lost freedom-bound by many evil things such as wages, data and statements for too long.

After more than forty minutes, the sign of Mulan Mountain Scenic Area appeared on the roadside. Turn left and you will reach the foot of Mulan Mountain. But I'm a little disappointed. I have been to Lushan Mountain, and its precipice, Wan Ren and sky shocked me. However, Mulan Mountain in front of me is not gentle and peaceful compared with the precipitousness of Lushan Mountain, which is common to all mountains.

I think there are two kinds of places of interest in the world: one is the simple beauty that is unique to nature and has nothing to do with people; The other is the beauty related to people and closely related to people. The former needs no carving or decoration, such as the snow-capped mountains in Tibet, the clear water in Jiuzhaigou and the endless Taihang Mountains. The latter may be plain, but it may have created a celebrity, famous all over the world, such as Yao Lu's hometown, Shaoshan, Hunan. I have no intention to compare the advantages and disadvantages of the above two, but I think a landscape should have a landscape character. It doesn't have to be world-famous, but it must conform to the local geographical environment and humanistic temperament.

Unfortunately, Mulan Mountain does not conform to this trend.

On the way to Mulan Mountain, the shops and game houses everywhere greatly dampened my interest in visiting. Next to Tianchi, there is actually a karaoke bar, surrounded by colorful flags ... My friend quipped: "Look at the scenery of Tianchi, the blue waves are shining." I can't help wanting to sing a song! " Our party has no heart.

After visiting Tianchi, it's already dinner time. Tourists went down the mountain one after another. The next day, we wanted to see Mulan Grassland, so we found a homestay to stay. My friend said that I came last year and stayed in that hotel, which should be more in line with my temperament. I don't have much hope.

The residential building was built at the northern foot of Mulan Mountain. The mountain road is narrow and the scenery is flat. It has not been poisoned by business and has maintained its true colors. It's getting late, and the western corner of the sky is dotted with several clouds. In the shadow of towering trees, it is rare to see sunshine on muddy roads, as if surrounded by wisps of mist in the canopy. I remember an ancient saying in China called "Late smoke haunts trees", which perfectly describes the scenery here.

The owner of B&B is a local old man with gray hair and beard. At first glance, it does smell like sage like type. Dinner was prepared by the host: a dish of wild vegetables with sauce, a dish of pig's head and a small pot of radish soup. Although simple, but full of peasant flavor, friends who have always been small eaters actually added a bowl of rice, and we all laughed. It is true that I have been in downtown Wuhan for a long time and I am used to eating fried chicken and heavy oil. Delicious seafood can open people's taste buds that have not bloomed for a long time and return to the true taste of life.

Tired of climbing the mountain, I went to bed early that day. I felt groggy that day, as if I had had many dreams.

I can't remember clearly now, but I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at my mobile phone, and it was past three forty. I got dressed and got up. When I opened the window facing the bed, I saw the lush trees in the mountain, as if I were a reclusive savage in the mountain.

The season is late autumn, and the erosion smell emitted by the accumulation of fallen leaves on the mountain is mixed with the smell of soil, and sometimes it is blown away by the breeze. The wind at this time can no longer be described by the word "cold", it should be sad and silent. Sad is the environment, silent is yourself. The unique rural flavor conveyed by this wind will make your heart no longer be invaded by mortal dust, and let you meet long-lost joy and touch. Only then did I deeply understand that living in this ravine is really a very happy thing!

On the other side of the mountain, there is an area where business is toxic. However, on this side of the mountain, there are cool breezes, bright moons and lush trees. Su Dongpo said in "Red Cliff Fu": "If I don't have anything, I can't take anything, only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains." Of course, staying here tonight, I won't ask for anything, but I will leave something here: my pressure, my sadness, my disappointment, my regret ... thanks to the kind Mulan Mountain, and bid farewell to these things that worry me for the time being.

Later, my friend got up and it was almost dawn.

"Why are you up?" I asked.

"Go to bed too early, wake up too early, why? Have you stood for a long time? " The friend replied.

"For a while," I said flatly.

"Why? Reluctant to this pure land? " The friend said frankly.

Pure land? I wanted to argue about something, but I don't think this description is appropriate. Facing the dark night in the mountains and the vast fields, who can say that this is not a pure land? I got a fresh and natural breath here and let go of my sadness. Of course, this place should also be rewarded with the word "pure land".

Yes, if the heart is quiet, the mountain is behind closed doors. If you have no patience, seclusion is futile. At first, I was so disdainful of Mulan Mountain. Now facing this mountain forest, I am full of awe. I'm here to return to my true self. In today's fast-paced civilized society, who is not dreaming on the top of his head and carrying heavy burdens on his legs? Our yearning for simplicity and cleanliness is actually our longing for a full heart in the process of repeated work and forced sinking day after day. Fortunately, I didn't lose heart.

On the bus back to the city, my friends' faces are a little tired, but I want more.

I looked at the scenery outside the window. Those who wither like flowers and fly like scenery are the unspeakable youth full of laughter and tears. I want to accept these changes calmly. If one day I am tired and will sink, it is better to look at the colorful clouds on the horizon and the bright sun above them.

2018.11.29 finished manuscript.