Qinglong Mountain Forest Park Tour

I used to ride bicycles around the mountains in my spare time. I was used to riding on the main road, and I was a little tired. I wanted to find some winding paths leading to secluded roads. I entered from a small road on the south side of Qinglong Mountain. It was still an unmaintained sandy path, and a star-picking pavilion came into view. Walking straight up the hillside, a building was reflected among the branches on the left side of the mountainside. It was not high, but the outline of the corridor was small and exquisite. At first glance, it was a temple. A sandy path extended in front and below the temple. After just a brief glance, I realized that the temple must not have enough fireworks. It was deserted and there were no traces of people. I turned around and returned to the main road and walked up the mountain. At that time, I didn’t know that this was Luohan Temple.

Fast forward a few years, Xiong Yanbi Park has been completely renovated under major construction projects, and the paths in Qinglongshan Park have also been restored.

The sun is shining brightly on this weekend, and there are many tourists, mostly small families. They wander around in groups and point out the scenery. It is a peaceful and harmonious scene between man and nature

Starting at nine o'clock, we entered Qinglongshan Park from the side of Qinglong Road. We walked past the Angel Cafe on the side. The road was newly paved with asphalt. The environment near the cafe was very good. The sun was charming and the weather was fine. Three or five friends got on their motorcycles. The car parked next to the cafe, a simple table was moved outdoors under the shade of a tree, a cup of fragrant coffee, a few chats, and a little warm smile brushed across the cheeks, it seemed that this spring had arrived so inadvertently. . The trees are tall and the grass is luxuriant. This early spring in February seems to be a warm and refreshing scene.

From a path on the side of the mountain, the tall pine trees on the roadside stand straight into the sky. The castanopsis trees are lush and green, and the dredge fern stretches out its soft little palms. Even the dwarf purple golden cow is covered with greenery among the clumps of pine needles. After hundreds of years of broken bluestone, a one-meter-wide path was built. The gray path is a bit desolate and vicissitudes, as if it is a witness to the long history. Facing visitors, it shows deep helplessness and sighs. This kind of decline The imprint of the road does not require too many words to express. Just take a look at the broken and faded slate, and we can imagine the glory of this road.

Walking up, the forest is quiet and quiet, mosquitoes are flying around, spring is really here.

The mountain is not high and the road is easy to walk. This path is now winding up lonely, and an indescribable feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously. I don’t know whether it is the loneliness of the mountain, the loneliness of the people, or the harmony of the mountain and the mountains. Everyone is lonely. Along the way up, there are only bunches of sage welcome in twos and threes on both sides of the road. The green bunches have somewhat wiped away some of the faint sadness.

Walking up, we soon reached the top of the mountain and saw the rather tall and majestic Star Picking Pavilion, with four red pillars as supports, an empty wooden frame on the lower eaves, blue bricks, black tiles, red eaves and gold characters. , such a newly built pavilion suddenly stood on this somewhat desolate mountain. It was indeed a bit surprising. Walking up the artificial marble steps to the pavilion, you can see that the dome of the pavilion is dyed with patches of red, green and blue background, with inlays on it. All kinds of flying and flying green dragons and golden dragons are very grand and beautiful.

The name of this pavilion is also very impressive. I don’t know if there was a pavilion here hundreds of years ago. I don’t know if there were literati and poets like Li Bai who visited here. I don’t know if there were people like the poet Li Bai who were everywhere. Famous people who traveled around and wrote poems left their masterpieces here. Perhaps on a bright moonlit night, several famous literati once cooked wine and discussed poetry here around the stove. The night was gentle and the moonlight was hazy, and the conversations and laughter seemed to have echoed in the mountains for thousands of years. History is always looming, just like a dragon playing with a pearl. It cannot be seen at a glance in the clouds. It is precisely because of this that it makes people more daydream and fascinated.

Walking from the water platform forest road, a green rectangular pool appeared in front of the two mountain gorges. Some swimmers were wearing swimsuits and waving their arms in the pool. There were many tourists, and some of the children kept exclaiming at the athletes in the water, as if they were not others but themselves in the water. Although it was a warm day at the end of February, it must still be cold in the pool. Anyone who is not a long-term winter swimmer would not be able to go into the water.

The trees in the mountains are lush, the vegetation is luxuriant, the sun is shining down from the trees, the air is warm, the air is clean, and the oxygen is sufficient. Wandering freely on the paths in the mountains without thinking is as happy as a fairy. Comfortable!

The Luohan Temple is halfway up the pond.

Walk up the mountain along a path made of broken old stone slabs. This gravel road must have been repaired and reused using the gravel slabs from the old road. Try to maintain it as much as possible. It looks like the original road. This road has several series of bluestone steps going up all the way, and the flat areas in between are also paths paved with broken bluestones. This road goes up the mountain among the trees beside the pond. Those bluestone slabs still maintain the ancient atmosphere. It seems that after thousands of years of wind and rain, you can vaguely see the people coming and going in the prosperous times. It seems that there are still the sounds of ancient pilgrims in the air. The soft whispers linger in the forest, telling the sorrows and reincarnations of the past dynasties.

Looking up from the mountainside, you can see the main entrance of Luohan Temple. The red door is red and the walls are mottled and faded. There is no style and little dignity. In addition to being small, it is also old. There is a lock on the door and no door. Plaque, from then on, a barrier was built between the world and Buddha, and dust accumulated over time was everywhere on Buddhist altars and windows.

There are more than a dozen tall pine trees in front of the door, and there are actually several small incense stands set up privately by the guests under the trees.

There is no plaque on the temple door. The name of Luohan Temple only exists on the guide board and in the hearts of tourists.

This is a building built against the mountain in two rows, with three rooms in the front and living rooms on the left and right. There is also a yellow monk's robe thrown carelessly by the window. The back room is a separate hall for rituals. On both sides of the central hall are dignified and majestic golden Buddhas, standing or lying. The front and back rooms are connected by a wall to form a courtyard. In the courtyard, there are two evergreen trees, an incense stand made of cement, and a pile of pine needles on the ground. The broom is still standing on the incense stand. It seems that the monk has just cleaned the courtyard and has not gone far. It must have been only a few years since the last group of monks left the temple. For some reason, this ancient temple, which has lasted for thousands of years, has been baptized by war and history for a long time. The temple is still standing, but why the monks are missing.

This temple has been in ruins for a long time. A little loss arose in my heart, and the vicissitudes of history always make my heart aching.

Looking at the bluestone slabs along this road, it must be that this temple also had its great glory. Perhaps the busy pilgrims outside the mountain and the people who offered incense and made wishes once crowded onto this path and stepped on it. The bluestone is broken just for the belief in the heart, and Luohan Temple is the sacred place where this belief is sublimated.

The small temple extends back up the mountain in several levels. The eaves at the corners of the house are tilted outwards and upwards, like a beast with its head held high, its mouth wide open and barking at the sun. It seems that it is withering here. He roared in the dilapidated environment and changed the current desolate and neglected situation.

It would be great if this temple could be restored. Think about the sound of chanting scriptures coming from this mountainside temple every day. In the forest with morning bells and evening drums, there will be a little more life, and geography and humanities will be more prominent. of vitality.

A well-built trail extends downwards, into the open mountains and a relatively quiet environment. Walking in Qinglongshan Forest Park, the air is fresh and refreshing, with green grass and green mountains, and birds chirping and swaying. Under the bright sunshine, I can't help but feel a bit like a poet.

Jiang Renhan

2022-3-5