Prose in slow prose

Go for a walk in Pangou every afternoon.

Pangou is a small deep ditch with rolling mountains on both sides. On the mountain on the right, there are cypress trees with lush seasons. When you get closer, you can still smell the aroma of cypress resin. On the left is a lush pine forest, some places are beautiful and vast, and it is dark black from a distance. There are four distinct seasons in the ravine, and I especially like the scenery in early summer.

After lunch, my friends and I often take a walk in this sewer.

Passing through the bustling town, as soon as you enter Pangoukou, there is a row of huge poplars on the roadside. Poplar trees are covered with tree lines like eyes, stroking them. My heart is full of tenderness and warmth. Who are these eyes staring at affectionately?

Further inside, I heard the water waves tinkling in the drain with dense aquatic plants. In summer, there will be three or five dragonflies flying on the water grass, and a red dragonfly will stop on a water grass. The transparent red wings are bright and delicate under the setting sun, and you can see the thin lines on the wings. There is a acacia forest beside the canal. At this time, the leaves are dark green, and each opposite leaf is like the hat wing of an official in the play. This locust tree forest is just above the head. Every year, when Sophora japonica blooms, it looks like Yushu Qiongzhi from a distance, which is also a grand occasion.

My friend and I strolled past a stone arch bridge. On both sides of the road is the bustling scene of bloom in Mopan, and the flower belt extends all the way to the depths of Pangou. Under the green forest tree, several village women sat in the flower belt, wearing insoles and laughing. When they saw us coming, their laughter came to an abrupt end. I saw several pairs of closed insoles in the sewing basket, with patterns of butterflies dancing among the flowers and embroidered with the words "safe entry and exit, good luck". Not far away, I said to my friend, you see, the casual shoes we wear are actually not as good as the cloth shoes made by rural people. Cloth shoes are soft and comfortable, and don't knock your feet. It also absorbs sweat in summer and has no smell. Friends say that traditional cloth shoes are rare in recent years. A friend recalled the cloth shoes and insoles made by his ex-girlfriend when she got married. At that time, he was working in a small town deep in the Qinling Mountains. When he went to the countryside, he mostly took the mountain road. Put on cloth shoes, your feet won't slip or hurt. He didn't feel very tired at the end of the day. Other colleagues are wearing leather shoes. When they returned to work, they threw away their shoes, screaming, but exhausted, and they all envied the cloth shoes I wore.

Round and round, the topic is rambling. My friends and I are both heavy cadres, and my hometown is in the countryside. I said that in recent years, most township cadres have bought houses in the city. We are short of money and it is beautiful to live in the country. You see, at this time, Cang Xie Garden is crowded with people, and there is no quiet place. You see, we are walking on this country road, breathing fresh air and enjoying the natural beauty. It would be nice to walk long and clear. The friend nodded and said yes.

Along the way, we galloped past the limousine, and there was a stirring melody inside. The people in the car looked at us on foot in amazement. I smiled, and my friend asked me what I was laughing at. I said, I laughed at the people in the car. My friend said, I am better than us. I am driving outside. I said, you are wrong. Real life is a simple life, and a simple life is a healthy life. Don't you think that Tao Yuanming in ancient China had "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely"? Didn't Rousseau have a book called The Fantasy of the Lonely Traveler? There are also Thoreau's Walden Lake and Pledge's Water Drops in the Woods. These Chinese and foreign cultural celebrities have drawn spiritual strength from the quiet and beautiful nature, and how many life philosophies and sighs have been realized from the natural scenery. Modern people have an accelerated pace of life and come and go in a hurry. All of them are chasing, running, struggling and ups and downs in vanity fair. In fact, the slow and simple life of ancient people is beneficial to both body and mind. Look at the characters in Mustard Seed Garden. They all show the quiet and simple life of the ancients. Three or five people chatted easily, or wrote poems in the stream, or fished in the stream, or played the piano by the bamboo, or played the flute under the moon, or plowed the fields and went to the countryside, or chatted in the melon shed in Liu Xiahui. The expressions on their faces are calm and calm. These lives of the ancients are real, real lives. My friends couldn't help laughing when they saw my rise, and I laughed with them.

Unconsciously, we walked a long way. Along the Panshan Highway, we came to the top of Pangou, and then go forward, which is the boundary of Lingkou. Sitting on the bluestone beside the road, you can see that the sky is dark and the trees are hazy, and you can overlook the distant mountain in the twilight, and your eyes are as boundless as this distant mountain.

Take a walk by Jiuquan River.

The town where I work is a thousand-year-old town, where two provinces and three counties meet and naturally form a commodity distribution center. An ancient Shahe River flows quietly from the foot of Mangling Mountain. In recent years, there has been a boom in the development of ancient towns, with many high-rise buildings and people coming and going. The quaint and quiet town is bustling and noisy. I am a quiet person. I often spend the sunset glow and the evening breeze in Xu Lai. I made an appointment with one or two friends, bathed in the afterglow, and went straight to the Jiuquan River.

Jiuquan River is named after the Shahe River flows through Jiuquan Village. The village is very small and looks like a small jasper. The banks of the river are shaded by trees, and the water is like jade all year round. The tofu made by the people here has made this small village famous. Both sides of Shahe River are scattered families in twos and threes. There are several families at the foot of the mountain. The trees in the village are even black, and the air around the house seems green! Standing on the Jiuquan Bridge, staring at the vast and majestic Jiuquan Mountain, I can't help but recall the scene when the Red Army soldiers fought bloody battles. It is this ordinary mountain peak that silently witnessed the extraordinary memory of blood and fire. Every year during the Qingming Festival, there are always tourists on the way, climbing high and looking far, remembering the heroes and heroes, and becoming a cultural landscape of the town.

Under the lush mountain is a fertile field. At this time, the corn seedlings are turning green, and the red ginseng is growing the joy of farmers underground. Several farmers who are working and resting in the fields are talking and laughing with hoes, and their laughter is floating in the green fields. Walking slowly, the newly paved cement road is clean and dust-free, and the willows on the roadside sway gracefully. The slender and flexible wicker was gently stirred by the waves of Jiuquan River and chased in the water. The frolicking fish mistakenly thought it was a fishing net and hurriedly fled. Bright fish scales look good in the soft light of the sunset.

Along the way, the heat disappeared. The refreshing coolness permeates every pore, and the cool evening breeze blows clothes, as if drunk with a dream. The mountain on the other side is also a section of the undulating python ridge. The mountain is soft and winding, with dense green trees and vines. From time to time, there came one or two birdsongs, which startled a beautiful bird, flapping its wings over the treetops and disappearing into the depths of a vast forest. At this time, enjoying the scenery and talking with friends is picturesque and magnificent on the one hand, and talking with friends on the other. Talk about ideals, but also talk about confusion; Talk about complacency and depression; Talk about history and reality. Sometimes there is a funny story, which contains both meat and vegetables. The speaker was serious and solemn, and the listener had already bent over with laughter and burst into tears. At that time, the depression, sadness and obstacles in my heart were all dissipated in the wind in the wilderness.

Going forward is actually going in. Under the tall poplar trees by the river, there are many weeds, especially mugwort leaves. Among these grasses, I like this one best. Its fragrance is rich and distant, which makes people touch the soul of nature. Lying on my back on the grass, squinting, sucking the fragrance of grass, wisps of fragrance are slowly sucking my soul. I think it is not only a folk custom to insert Ai in the Dragon Boat Festival, but also a kind of comfort and sustenance for farmers' mood for thousands of years. After lying for a long time, my clothes were wet and the humidity rose slowly, reminding me that it was dusk. My friend and I got up slightly and strolled back.

It was dusk before I knew it, and I was a little tired. I walked to the brightly lit town. I think I can have a good sleep tonight.

The scenery when walking

Every summer, every morning and afternoon, I go for a walk in the arms of Python Ridge.

In the morning, the town is still asleep, and I have got up. I put on my wife's cloth shoes and quickly went out of the street. Go to the deep mountain of Mangling shrouded in mist and water vapor.

Walking on the concrete road in the country, dew was rolling on the weeds on the roadside, and my trouser legs were getting wet. Crickets were faintly heard in the grass, perhaps dew, a little wet. A mantis jumped out of the grass. The green, uneven body and trembling tentacles made my heart happy and loving. I stopped and squatted down to see what it was doing. Just as I leaned over, it suddenly jumped into the grass.

The cement road goes around the mountain and goes down the river. When I was walking on the road, I saw the mountains in the distance. At this time, the fog is vast and the mountains are hidden, just like a freehand brushwork landscape painting. When the weather is good, you can see the majestic distant mountains and the lush forests. The mountains are dark and the ancient trees are wide, and the Woods reflect the sunshine. Sometimes a bird flies in the wisps of light, and you can even see the feathers and textures on its wings. There are many pine forests on the nearby peaks, some are flourishing and some are green trees. On the branch of the old pine tree, a little squirrel was running and saw people coming. Its furry tail is as light and elegant as a parachute. In the blink of an eye, the little squirrel quickly disappeared into the depths of the tree.

At the foot of Mangling Mountain are lush crops. It's July, and the corn cob in the field reminds people of the soldiers in the Terracotta Warriors Square, which is magnificent. Next to the corn field is the red ginseng field. The old couple in the field are weeding. I often hang out here. The old man recognized me. He said the grass in the red ginseng field was hard to get. It took my wife and I several days to make such a small mess. I said, don't worry, take your time. You want to sell a lot of money for this piece of red ginseng, the old man laughed.

Say goodbye to the old man and move on. I am wet and sticky. A wisp of hair was wet on my forehead, and my short sleeves were soaked with sweat and clung to my body. Sweating all over, breathing faster. At this time, there was a breeze blowing in the valley, which was very refreshing. Listen, it's getting late. I turned and walked slowly back.

When the sun sets, I still go for a walk in the deep mountains of Python Ridge. At this time, the sun sets, and the vast mountains dye a colorful western oil painting for the sunset. Walking on the mountain road, next to the mountain springs flowing in the deep mountains, the waves leap and flow happily. Open riverbed, thin yellow sand, sparkling water waves, and dense willow jungles on both sides are all sitting in the Liu Yin, quietly watching the water waves slowly flow away, watching the golden sunset glow on the willow leaves, and quietly thinking about the past. I didn't expect to fall asleep before I knew it. When I woke up, dusk had enveloped the river bank.

Sometimes, it happens to be a continuous rain, and I wander around Shan Ye after the rain. I know that the soft ground can be picked up by the splashing river (a kind of wild vegetable or fungus, I don't know what kind it is, but it's delicious anyway). I picked up the soft ground with my hands, and as soon as I got close, I could smell the fragrance of vegetation. Soft grinding and hard foaming are rare game and the best way to make steamed stuffed buns. I haven't eaten soft ground for many years. Before long, I picked up a full plastic bag. With the soft ground on my back, I walked back with some excitement.

I have been walking in the mountains of Mangling for a long time and have a deep attachment to this landscape. I am attached to this quiet and vigorous nature, and I feel that I have become a part of this landscape.