On Sunday, my daughter and son-in-law came over to spend the weekend, and my daughter received a message telling me that the maple leaves in Hengshan were red. I understand that this is her fear that I feel lonely, to find a place for me to spend time. But I prefer is the grand landscape, such as mountains, such as the sea, such as grasslands, and so on, and for such as grass, trees, flowers and other microscopic scenery is not very interested in, always feel that focus on those small things, seems to be very weak in temperament, rather feminized. However, idle at home, in addition to the opposite side of the very close to the mountain beam, there is no can gallop place.
With that thought, he nodded, mindful of his daughter's concern.
Yokoyama is not far from my home, just ten minutes by car. More than half a month ago I have been there once, walk around the circle, a general understanding of the scenic area. I visited the attractions, often like reading, some places over ten lines, just a glimpse, and do not look into; some places are word by word, and even back and forth flow repeatedly read and taste, and strive to get the true meaning. So, I read faster, the speed of the tour is also so.
A few days ago, a morning, a sudden downpour, although the rain soon cleared, the sun also broke out of the clouds. But ten minutes between the wind and rain, mixed with hail, or let the trees on both sides of the street fall leaves, a depression. So, the car through the tunnel, Yokoyama Park flashed into the eyes, I was melancholy, worrying that it will be in vain, can not see the red maple Yokoyama. If you see is full of bare branches and full of dead leaves, adding a little disappointment and frustration, it would be better not to go.
With this doubt, I got off the bus at the square in front of the Hengshan Scenic Area.
Two
This Hengshan, not his Hengshan, the same sound. Although it is called "North Putuo" because of its Buddhist culture, it is far from being as famous as Putuo Mountain. Hengshan is not high, not narrow, soothing rolling beams, slowly rising mountain road, people almost feel that this is not a mountain, or not like a mountain, just a slightly raised plateau only. But it really is a mountain, stretched across the southern tip of Dalian, is locally known as a Buddhist shrine, but also a unique scenic tourist attraction. The most famous temple in the scenic area is the Hengshan Temple, located halfway up the deepest part of the scenic area, the temple is broad and lofty, with an extraordinary atmosphere. The last time I visited, I just looked at Hengshan Temple from a distance at the bottom of the high stairs for a moment, and then left.
This time, the maple forests are not in the mountains, but on both sides of the spacious stone road inside the gate.
As soon as I got off the bus, I stepped onto the stone road in front of the square in front of the mountain gate, and instantly felt that the sky was wide and the line of sight was broad. On both sides are distant or close to the hillock, and the scenic mountain gate is located in the mountains between a piece of flat land. Although here also belongs to the city, but do not see the forest of skyscrapers, also do not hear the sound of the hustle and bustle, steeply have a kind of step into the "Peach Blossom Garden" of interest. At this time is nine o'clock in the morning, the square upstream not many people, three or two, but also clean. I looked around the square and walked towards the door.
Not long after the last visit, I still remember the long couplet on the mountain gate, the first couplet is "the white bird forgets the opportunity to let the clouds in the sky go to the clouds, the clouds come to the clouds to go", the second couplet is "the green mountain has no words to see the world blossom and flowers bloom and flowers bloom". At that time, I thought it had a wonderful meaning and stopped in front of the mountain gate to think about it for a long time. It is a pleasure to savor the couplets on Buddhist buildings. When you realize a little Zen, you will feel refreshed and your soul will be cleansed. This couplet, undoubtedly, is to guide people to "put down" greed and distraction, so that the soul away from the hustle and bustle, clean and uncontaminated, very much in line with the mountain scenery of the Buddha's realm here.
Abruptly, there are several large birds in the sky cawing and hovering, you can clearly see their belly and wings, is a white color, very bright. Last time I came back, I deliberately checked the information, want to explore the couplet "white bird" is what birds, but to no avail.
White bird, generally refers to birds with white feathers. Cranes, herons and the like. "Poetry - Daya - Lingtai" cloud: "Doe deer Maundy, white bird glistening plumage." Tang Liu Changqing "title Wei Wancheng river pavilion" poem also cloud: "Cangshan hidden twilight snow, white birds did not cold current." Ming Li Shizhen in the "Compendium of Materia Medica - Birds - Heron" in the explanation: "heron, silk bird, snow guest, pounding, white bird." May not be detailed can only be put down. Now suddenly realized that the white bird is not white as a crane, just from the perspective of tourists looking up at the sky to get the visual effect. Many birds of the belly and under the wings, all show white, but other parts may not be white. Therefore, there is no need to pursue what kind of bird it is.
Gradually approaching the mountain gate, eyes suddenly bright, a splash of scarlet color through the brown mountain gate jumped into the eyes. The heart is happy, glad that the maple leaves are still there, not in vain.
Three
Maple trees are planted on both sides of the less-than-100-meter-long marble road inside the mountain gate, and it is more or less an exaggeration to say that it is a forest. East side *** there are five rows, about sixty or seventy plants, the west side of two rows, about twenty plants. I do not know what the reason, the west side of the two rows not only dense leaves, but also red extraordinarily bright. The east side of those maple trees, but the leaves are relatively sparse, and the leaf color is generally yellow, as if the middle is separated by several latitudes.
At this time, the sun is not very strong, from the east side of the hill above the slant down, fell on the maple trees. Let a large area such as the cloud of the color of the Tong more bright, to the late autumn and early winter scenic area, bring warmth and joy of the gas. It seems that a few days ago the sudden rainstorm, did not let the maple leaves all trees withered, but to make them more tenacious crags, more red.
I found a red maple tree with the warmest red color and stood underneath it. Along the light brown tree body to look up, dense leaves cover the sky, the sunshine is a layer of leaves intercepted, few can fall to the ground. Filtered through the leaves, the light becomes dappled and disoriented. Leaves also become transparent, the leaf surface of the veins hidden, showing either red or yellow color halo, giving a sense of trance, as if in a large red and yellow hues in the dense atmosphere. When looking from afar, I think that the red is too magnificent and bright, incomparable dazzling. Close to it only to find that, in fact, is very soft and subtle, but also very hierarchical, or deep or light, or thick or light, a piece of interspersed superimposed together, like a layer of Tongyun, quietly parked in the sunset in the evening light, diffuse a peaceful atmosphere, but also bring a kind of extraordinary purity. Let a person suddenly solemn and sacred up, do not want to say what to do, just want to be immersed in the scarlet halo, the soul silently accept the baptism from the natural chastity and purity.
I bent down again to watch a large area of fallen leaves at my feet. The leaves are very thick, covering the soil under the trees in one layer. A leaf overlap together, rose red, scarlet, pink, orange, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, according to the process of life, the marking of their own scale. It is this piece of thin leaves, annotated a late fall, let the fall leave a spectacular resignation. I picked up not far from the side of a most dazzling red leaves carefully observed, found that it is actually more red than still swaying on the branches, but the edge of the leaf, has shown some obvious black. The black is deep, black and heavy. Perhaps it had just floated down from the tree, dashing down after trying to squeeze the last drop of red sap from its body. Perhaps before long it too will fade and wither, losing its life-giving luster and fading away under a blanket of ice and snow. But there is no doubt that it is red.
For a maple leaf, red, destined to be the highest meaning of life. Therefore, it does not care whether it falls, whether quietly out of the sequence of life.
I got up silently, left the tree, left the charming halo.
Four
Standing on the east side of the road, across the marble pavement, I chose an angle to take a picture of the maple tree.
Behind me suddenly sounded a gasp. Turning my head to see, a bus to send a group of elderly travelers, mostly women. The women dressed in flamboyant, swarmed past me, as if from the desert area to fly over the birds, screaming, while swooping to the maple forest. It made my jaw drop for a moment, even as I questioned their actual age.
They rushed to the trees, screaming or jumping, so happy. Then they chose their positions, posed, smiled, and used their cameras or cell phones to set their figures in the red maple leaves. Those who bowed down to take pictures are usually men, rather, older men. Relative to the dresses benan women, these men are also suits, all straight, as if not to swim in the mountains, but like to hold a collective wedding of the elderly.
I looked at them as if they were happy as children, feel funny, more or less also some envy.
It is a very good thing that you are not a member of the team, because you are not a member of the team, but you are a member of the team.
Soon, outside the mountain gate and a few waves of people, is still the color of the elderly, is still well-dressed women and well-dressed men, is still a woman posing for a smile, the man is attentive to take pictures.
The color of the maple tree is not a large area, in a moment was occupied and divided, the old people boiled up. A group of women all wearing big red dresses in order to record the video, hand in hand around a maple tree dancing, next to the two fellow old man, busy grabbing a handful of leaves on the ground thrown into the air, trying to add a sense of animation for the video effect. The scene really adds a lot of color, maple leaves fall between the red skirt flying, warm and gorgeous degree is no less than the tree full of red leaves.
Some young people, like me, could only watch along the side of the yellow maple tree, and most of the girls were shocked and puzzled, and then covered their mouths and laughed. A girl walked past me and muttered, "These old men and women, what's wrong?" Presumably, she hadn't noticed that I was also an old man.
But instead of blaming her, I watched her with a broad smile. Of course, there is even less reason to blame her. The old, is the need to experience, is the life for the time of the review. Without experience, will never understand the true meaning of old. True, as with this maple leaf, you do not see with your own eyes, and how will marvel at their last touch of red?
V
There are a lot of ancient poems about maple trees and maple leaves, such as Nalan Seide's "Who can speak of the desolation? The west wind is blowing the old maple tree" and so on. However, most of them are sad and sentimental, but it is Du Mu's poem of the Tang Dynasty, "Parking loves the maple forest in the evening, and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February", which is not a bad idea, and not only brings people the enjoyment of artistic beauty, but also gives the maple leaf a more far-reaching metaphorical significance. The value of life does not lie in the length, but in the thickness, and whether it is wonderful. The poet imagined rich, bold, the maple leaves and early spring flowers compared to, and even better, can not help but make people applaud.
The dancing women are inspired by the red maple leaves, which are a symbol of youth and enthusiasm. So, they pick up the flowers, from which they find the joy of youth, girl-like swaying dance up. More valuable is that they are the spirit of the maple leaves, unyielding to show the charm of old age, with a touch of unyielding old red dance out of the gesture of not losing time, showing that "do not say Mulberry evening, for the Xia is still full of sky" the meaning of life.
Thinking back to the long couplet, suddenly more enlightened. Flowers blossom and fall, clouds come and go, are expressed in the passage of time, in the face of the constant laws of nature, life should undoubtedly be in accordance with nature, upholding a calm and optimistic attitude. Like maple leaves, the red on red, the fall on fall. Even if it is not, you have to squeeze out the last bit of red, and then float away in style.
I was satisfied to leave the maple forest, the red leaves, those happy elderly travelers, out of the mountain door.
When the vehicle turned, ready to drive into the tunnel at that moment, the rearview mirror suddenly drifted into a maple shadow, red dazzling.