Travel Notes on Zhao Gongshan

I never thought that Zhao Gongshan would leave me such memories. I have been looking forward to going to Zhaogongshan since the early days of college, but there were always various reasons why I could not make the trip. I once thought that wonderful things should always be saved for the last time. As the main peak of Qingcheng, Zhaogong Mountain has a different sense of belief for me. I have climbed Qingcheng too many times, but I always feel unsatisfied that I have not reached the top of the mountain, because when I reach the top of the mountain, I always see another peak in the distance, which still needs me to look up.

Zhaogong Mountain, as the name suggests, was named after Zhao Gongming became a god on this mountain and people built a Zhaogong temple. The old Zhao Gong Temple has long been destroyed, and the newly built Qingyun Temple and even the updated Zhao Gong Temple are no longer what they were originally. Qingyun Temple is located on the mountainside. There were a lot of tourists when I went there, but usually I might live in peace and quiet. The old Taoist didn't know how long he had been cultivating here, but his hair had already turned white and started to fall out. In this era where there are more and more tourists, can the Tao in my heart protect the pure land below for him? There is a statue of Zhao Gongming in front of the hall. As the God of Wealth, he is in charge of the world's finances. He seems to prefer to wear silk, gold and silver. The statue of the god is gathering dust and its belt is dirty. I don’t know how many years it took for this scene to be carved. I knelt down and bowed three times, hoping that he would protect me once, not for money and power, but for the sake of my eyes. Now it seems that you are just a clay sculpture with no benevolence in the world. How can you protect me? You cannot protect me. Ruoshi's expectation turned out to be nothing more than a wry smile. The mountain road behind Qingyun Temple is even more rugged, and man-made wooden and stone steps are even rarer. The road is a gravel road, and the bamboo is bamboo among the rocks. The roadside is covered with mangosteens. It was the time when bamboo shoots were growing when we went there, and the mountains were filled with low bamboos and more diffuse bamboo shoots. But bamboo is bitter. Only by boiling it with boiling water can the bitterness be removed and the sweetness be retained. Even if you pick up the bamboo shoots, you still have to go through the pain of boiling water before you can eat them. And for me, who can swallow the bitterness that has not been blanched? As the mountain road goes up, the slope becomes steeper. Zhaogong Mountain is like a huge stone wall, and people, especially goats, walk through the cracks in the stone. At this time, the road was no longer just a residual path left by mountains and rivers. It was a mud and stone road trodden by tourists who came and went on weekdays - sometimes steep slopes, sometimes sharp turns, sometimes walking along cliffs, and sometimes walking through bamboo. Pass. One deep and one shallow, one hard and one soft, one high and one low, one step and one breath. After all, Zhaogong Mountain is the main peak. After passing Qingyun Temple on the mountainside, the scenery becomes increasingly different from Qingcheng. The strange forests and rocks, the clouds and mist gathered and disappeared, and even the grass, trees, insects, and birds seemed to have changed into something else. The temperature here is always low all year round. The sun is scorching at the foot of the mountain when we go up the mountain. By this time, the clouds have already covered the sun. The breath is white and the fingers are slightly cold. A gust of mountain wind passed through, and I felt my heart was warm, but my body was still cold. The last section of the road should be the steepest section of Zhaogong Mountain. The road to the top of the mountain is so abrupt that one's last hope turns into an unstoppable gasp. Suddenly I heard the cry of two birds, circling in the forest, flying together, and suddenly they sang loudly again and flew away through the clouds. I really want to shout - look! He looked behind him excitedly, but he only felt a little sad.

In the afternoon, we finally reached the top of the mountain. The sky was uniform in the distance, and the green peaks gradually disappeared. I finally know that this is the most magnificent color of Qingcheng, and this is the real beauty of Qingcheng! Zhaogong Mountain is like a solitary peak, overlooking the world. Looking from a distance, there are actually several alpine rhododendron trees in the mountains. They are blooming very brightly and are particularly conspicuous among the mountains, like a beauty spreading her posture in the wind and dancing against the mountain! What's even more amazing is that behind the top of Zhaogong Mountain is a huge cliff. There are low shrubs growing on the cliff like an ax and a knife. The mountain wind carries clouds and mist flowing through the mountain pass, like clouds and rivers coming up from the sky and pouring over the cliff. It leaked down, and blossoms of cotton blossomed on the mountainside. And on the other side of the mountain is Wenchuan. The Minjiang River winds away from the valley at the foot of the mountain, and the water is green and white. Looking far into the distance, I can't see where I came from to my left, and I can't tell my way back to my right. And further away, there are the peaks on the Wenchuan Plateau, which gradually become blurred and difficult to distinguish in the distance. The weather in the mountains is always changeable, sometimes windy and sometimes sunny. After staying at the top of the mountain for half an hour, it went from being cold and cold to being slightly tipsy, and then it was like the sky and the earth were opening for the first time. The sun was shining brightly, everything was flowing smoothly, and the scenery of mountains and rivers became even more prosperous! The scorching sun only stayed for a few minutes, and then disappeared in a hurry, leaving behind a cold world. This brightness and darkness, light and shadow, loss and upsurge, actually caused my thoughts to be mixed with all kinds of emotions. It is indescribable, I just feel happy! And people's minds are gradually broadening - the majestic peaks cut down the sun and the moon, and the Nu River cuts through the clouds and clear skies. My eyes are wide open to the sky and the earth, and my ministers are at my feet.

After sitting for a while, I felt that the mountain was deserted. The cold began to erode my skin, and my nerves began to tremble between my bones and flesh. As expected, it is extremely cold at high places. There is no root for cultivating immortality, no way to cultivate immortality, no destiny for immortality, no destiny for immortality. Before leaving, I took another look at the mountain, and I felt that something was missing. Now that I think about it, the desolation of that day may have entered my heart. The mountains are cold and the people are warm, but I feel unexpectedly chilled. The way down the mountain is far more difficult than the way up. It was difficult to go down the steep mountain, so I followed every step. The stones were all loose pebbles, so I couldn't walk fast. On the way back, there are still people who go up the mountain. They don’t know what the future holds. But for me, although I know that it is right in front of me, it seems that I am not in the future, but just going down the mountain. After walking for four or five hours, we finally reached the foot of the mountain.

At that moment I was standing under the sunset, and an old woman staggered over on the road. There is not much running water under the stone bridge. Behind the road is an old house, a traditional old house made of wood, with marks of time and plain stone walls. There are several pots of saxifrage planted in front of the house, with slender inflorescences in full bloom, and the flower buds have red lips, which are cute. Shi Wei was born on the stone.

Behind the house is Zhaogong Mountain. The afterglow of the setting sun makes it look particularly majestic. The green-black mountain is glowing with the golden light of the setting sun. The thick clouds that cover the top of the mountain all the year round are like a canopy. Under the cover is the main peak of Zhaogong Mountain. This mountain is like a huge stone wall that separates the small village from the world. The world in the mountain seems to be a world of its own, and I will leave from here. Zhao Gongshan, who had carried so many of my hopes, seemed not to be honest with me, and I was just a passer-by in the end. Just like the passers-by in the mountains, what does it have to do with it? Mr. Zhao was speechless, but I heard a voice: "Go, go, there is no place for you here. The door has been closed to you long ago, you don't have the key, no matter how long you linger, the green hills will remain the same. Leave, leave Go ahead, you are not here." I was silent and looked back. Under the blue ink, the clouds had settled.

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