Hometown every year in July when the late rice sickle season, there will be two or three sunny and rainy day, as the "spring children's faces, change on change" of the natural landscape.
After the rain cleared at first, the green green Yuping mountain dense rising, the clouds steamed azure.
After a few rainy and sunny alternating changes, the mountain is moist, rich vegetation under the biological strains of subtle growth, the rapid spread. In a few days, the grass will be arching out many colorful mushrooms with umbrellas one after another, attracting the townspeople to come here in droves.
Especially the color is very similar to this mushroom, the back is not more or less just sixty folds of the "sixty teeth" mushrooms, reproduction ability is particularly strong, like the cover tiles, crowded piece by piece, and like a group of warmth like a close to a.
I have heard of the village, but it's not a good idea to have a mushroom in the back, because it's not a good idea.
I heard that there was a middle-aged woman in her village in her forties, who found a nest of "60-tooth" mushrooms in a mountain pass one day. I was so happy that I picked them up and piled them up like a small mountain, I couldn't fit them in a basket, I couldn't wrap them in a scarf, I was afraid that they would be taken away, and I couldn't give them to my companions.
Thinking about it, I finally had to take off my rough clothes. She shyly red face, bare chest, hands and feet quickly pour the rest of the mushrooms on the clothes, and then tied with two sleeves tied.
Then hurriedly one hand sat on the basket, one hand wrapped around the big baggage tightly embraced in front of the chest, hooked head drooped, hunched over, like a thief to cover up, panic all the way home ......
Fortunately, when the end of the summer and beginning of fall, the weather is not cold or hot, the mushrooms are not much weight.
It's just that what you fear is what you get. Although the village is not big and the road is not far, it was still hit by a good guy.
So, that so-and-so Alcove so-and-so's wife stripped naked for the mushrooms, like the wind, spread, and became the topic of people's after-dinner conversation.
But one can understand the situation of last resort in those days of material scarcity and difficult life.
About picking mushrooms in my hometown Yuping Mountain, I also heard a magical and scary story from a grandmother when I was a child.
There is a whitewashed temple on the hillside of Yuping Mountain, which stands out among the trees.
Legend has it that next to this temple there is an overgrown, unfathomably deep pool of water. The surface of the pool was floating with dead branches and leaves, and the water was rusty and glowing with a copper-green color.
But in such a pool of stagnant water, but hibernates a small bucket of python, day and night.
It was said that it had been seen to come out and move. Teng snake riding the fog, flaunted, through the woods as a hurricane blowing, the ground shaking, clattering, small trees fall, large trees shaking, colorful leaves, birds and animals fled in panic.
Scared of the man's ass, panicked, wildly run home ......
That is to say, one year when the early fall mushroom season.
One day in the wee hours of the morning, the moon was like a hook in the sky, and the moon was like a wash, and a piece of clear sunshine was spread over the earth.
A woman with a girl on her back and a round bamboo basket in her hand took advantage of the hazy dawn to walk alone toward the deep forest.
The mountains are full of reed, the white dew is frost, the fog light cage, the surrounding scenery is blurred. The woman stepped deep and shallow on the morning dew wet, thatched path to the mountain.
In a meadow she saw a large stump like a millstone. On the stump was a ring of wrinkled, fish-scaled, silvery-gray annual rings, vaguely recognizable.
The woman who only thought of finding the mushrooms earlier did not think much about it, and hastily took off her backpack and gently put her young daughter, who was still asleep, down on the stump to lie down, and then lifted up the basket to go elsewhere.
Perhaps she was glad that she had come early, and that the mountain was empty; perhaps she was looking for something, and had gone far away; perhaps she had come upon a cluster of 60-toothed mushrooms, and had so enjoyed picking them that she had forgotten what was happening around her, and had not heard a word of what had happened.
At this time, from the village came a loud and clear ooh-ooh-ooh rooster crowing sound, the eastern sky is gradually showing white, the mountains and forests can be clearly seen.
As she had hoped, she soon found a basket of mushrooms.
But when she returned to her original spot, she was shocked to see that her daughter had disappeared!
She was dumbfounded, shocked out of a cold sweat, and was about to open her mouth to call out to her daughter, but when she looked at her eyes, she saw a scene in front of her, which made her feel disoriented, numb, shaking, and dumbfounded.
She pretended to be calm, eyes staring ahead, clenched her teeth, holding her breath, grasping the vines with both hands, backing up step by step.
Turns out, the stump was still there, only in the center was slowly rotating a horribly angular triangular snake's head.
A pair of small, dark eyes radiated a cold light, and its abrupt cheekbones twitched as if it were chewing on something in its mouth.
There are two black letters floating in that bloody mouth, and a scarlet, slender tongue with a forked tongue is ruffling the bloody corners of the mouth up and down, emitting a subtle slurping sound;
The daughter's red dress color ......
She forced herself to hold back her grief and didn't dare cry or make a big noise. She did not dare to cry or make a big noise, for fear that the long snake would be alerted to her, and would not be able to finish, and would follow her.
She lost her mind, stumbled home, cloaked, ragged, beating her chest, head to the wall, tearing her heart out, bawling. From then on, the meal does not think sleep, mental trance, emaciated and unmanlike ......
The story is thrilling, vivid, seems to be really so, listening to me creepy, and from then on, like a shadow hanging over my heart.
Thus, the white Xianting Temple is daunting. I've never been near it, either to avoid it or to go around it.
Yuping mountain in the end there is no that eerie and terrible water pool and that man-eating python? So far it is still a mystery, no one knows.
Just, day after day, year after year, the townspeople are as excited as ever on Mount Yuping to cut firewood, pick mushrooms, picking vertebrae fruit, as usual, at the foot of the mountain planting crops, vegetables and beans, are safe and sound, will gradually let go.
This story, which no one has seen but has been passed down from generation to generation, must be our hometown forefathers to give the later a kind reminder and advice: do not be too greedy in all things, or else it is counterproductive.
II.
Since my mother's death, I have not been back to my mother's home for several years. A week before the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, my brother and sister-in-law invited me to go back to the countryside from the city to visit my mother's grave.
The next morning, I went up the mountain with my brother, and what I saw and heard along the way really surprised me.
Once upon a time, the path from the back door of the house to the foot of the mountain was an uneven, cobblestone-paved path. From the foot of the mountain to the mountain, it was a path of rubble and slag, covered with thorns and vines on both sides, potholes and potholes.
Now it's a big change, a spacious, flat, neat and clean cement road from the front of the village straight to the mountain.
There is actually a female cleaner on the road, pulling a cart with one hand and carrying a broom with the other, cleaning up the garbage on the road and in the gutter at any time.
At the foot of the mountain, the new block of houses and villas, open the door to the mountain, green and verdant, fragrant in all seasons, fresh air, is the good life of the livable place.
Yuping Mountain, as a remnant of the Daiyun Mountains in Fujian Province, is surrounded by mountains like a screen on three sides, stretching long and majestic. The mountain is overgrown with agaricus, dense forests, birds and temples.
Under the mountain Meixi village before passing, the jade belt is full, the water ripples. Landscape is interesting, is a "Yuping Bilang fans incense guest, Xianniang Mountain Temple drunken tourists" good place.
A few years ago, in the county townships, townships and villages at all levels of departmental support and the township sages under the financial support, built a quite distinctive ecological park.
"Yuping Mountain Forest Park" is clearly visible.
"Climbing to the top of the mountain is a great way to enjoy your body and mind, and
Talking to each other and enjoying the scenery is a great way to enjoy the scenery!"
This couplet, written by my brother Fei Fan, summarizes the wonderful state of mind of the townspeople who climbed the mountain, stood tall, looked far, appreciated the view of the Yuping Mountains, recited poems, chatted and chatted, and enjoyed the leisure and relaxation of the mind.
Next to a land temple in the wall of the painting and calligraphy works of Huang Fei Wei Di.
The mural, the East China Sea, a round of red sun rising, the waves rolled, the dragon jumped out of the sea, clouds and fog, magnificent.
Next to the two fan-shaped calligraphy, the left is the monk's "rice-planting song":
"Hand pinching green seedlings planted in the field of blessings, lowered head will see the sky in the water.
The six roots are pure before they become rice, and backward turns out to be forward."
It means that a farmer planting rice, with a hand full of green seedlings pinched in his hand, stooping low, backwardly inserting the seedlings into the paddy field one step at a time, and seeing in his eyes the blue sky reflected in the water.
This kind of retreat for progress in transplanting rice seedlings alludes to the fact that if one can always be humble and tolerant and take a step backward, one will be able to move forward on the journey of seeking the Way.
The right side is a copy of a Meiyi poet Huang Mengxiong, traveled to the Yuping Mountain "Xianting Temple," a poem:
"Ancient temple Longxing does not count the years, the screen mountain around the phoenix rock in front.
Vatican Palace is a small three bow land, Danjing round culmination of the sky.
The rain passes through the bamboo window to read in the morning, and the moon peeps through the rattan couch to read Zen at night.
The place where poems are written by the Woodcutter's Pavilion is a place of incense and fire for a thousand years.
The concrete road stretches forward through the top of my mother's grave. The trees on both sides of the road welcome you, slowly circling up.
Walking on the road, the mountain breeze, the sun is shining, there is a Tang poet Wang Wei in the "deer Chai" described as: "empty mountains do not see people, but heard the sound of people's voices. The view back into the deep forest, and then shine on the moss," the deep experience.
Halfway, the village sage Mr. Huang Shizhong, to commemorate a lifetime for the townspeople to treat the sick and save lives, the doctor, the father of the Chinese medicine practitioner Huang Songhui, specially constructed "five-stone view", "Songhui Pavilion".
Turning a corner, climbed a slope, the clear ghost show of trees covered, there is a beautiful exquisite pavilion appeared in front of us.
In the early years, the mountain road eighteen bends, in the goat's intestines on the side of the path with the trunk thatched simple pavilion, for woodcutting people to rest from the rain, or pedestrians passing by to the woodcutter to find out the way forward, ask the mountain exotic flowers and grasses, rare birds and mushrooms of the name of all kinds.
Now converted into a pavilion, more humanistic landscape and warmth of flavor. As the name suggests, it is called "Ask Woodcutter Pavilion".
Did not build a long time, the meaning of the "Ask Woodcutter Pavilion", Phi color hanging red, a small round table, a few exquisite small drum chair, smooth and clean, elegant and generous.
Three or five friends invited to climb the mountain, in this respite to drink tea, chat and play chess, read the newspaper. The breeze, leaves soughing, birds chirping. It's a very comfortable place to be, and it's a great way to extend your life.
The title of the poem "a pavilion of wind and moon thinking about the former philosophers, the four sides of the pine Yu after Kun." The scene is blended, in the words.
Behind a stone tablet records, Yuping Mountain Fairy Temple ask woodcutting Pavilion:
"Yuping Mountain to forested peaks ringed like a screen named. Passed seven fairies stopped at this mountain, and there is a fairy pavilion, Ma, Ge, Cai Xianniang allegory this place to build a temple, commonly known as "Xianniang Temple". On the left, there are the Pavilion of Asking Woodcutter and Danjing, which have been built or repaired by the townspeople of different generations, and the incense has been going on for more than 1,000 years. A.D. 2004, Zheng Zuyi, Huang Meizhen husband and wife with their son Zheng Changmin, Zheng Changhua rate of the townspeople to donate large sums of money to rebuild the temple of the immortal mother, Huang Changxing, the construction of the phoenix bun on the stone platform, the temple towering, and build roads and bridges, cement paving more than 1,000 meters, to the benefit of the people, the shade of blessing the ten sides. In 2016 A.D., a super typhoon struck, flash floods occurred, and the road was destroyed. Zheng Zuyi, Mr. and Mrs. Huang Meizhen, Mr. and Mrs. Huang Changxing, Mr. and Mrs. Huang Qiaoying donated nearly one million yuan, in the dangerous place to open up the mountain and expand the soil, build a dam to create the land, hire skilled craftsmen, green stone and rebuild the ancient Pavilion of Asking for Woodcutting, the former Deputy Secretary of Fujian Provincial Party Committee Huang Ruilin pleased to title the Pavilion "Asking for Woodcutting Pavilion", all the literary collection of the League of the writing, the ancient Pavilion re-launching of the glow, and then became a side of the famous sights. I would like to mention this stone to eternal memory.
? Shi Hong two written
? March 3, 2021
The monument next to dozens of steps up, at the top there is a freshly excavated quadrilateral "Danjing", there is a spring bubbling out, sweet and refreshing. For the temple monks and passing tourists to drink.
iii.
The Yuping Mountain Range is a winding mountain range, like a screen like a picture. In the old days, the legendary python infested water pool and the white "Xianting Temple" adjacent to it, now disappeared, and in its place is an old look for a new look, the village side of the green trees together, covering an area of 600 square meters, lofty and majestic, dazzling "Xianting Temple".
Ascending high on the immortal temple, standing in front of the temple, with the railings far below the blue sky and white clouds, the countryside scenery in full view;
surrounded by overlapping mountains, layers of forests, full of new green; Nearby, the trees, branches and leaves within reach. The building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Do not dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring the people in the sky" feeling;
The center of the hall, draped in red and green. A just planted soon, "the wind blowing bauhinia tree, color and spring garden twilight" of the bauhinia, not very thick gnarled dragon-like branches are trying to climb to the trellis.
It must be the next spring red season, the zinnia will be luxuriant leaves, flowers, a flower, a string, you embrace me crowded, blooming lively. Together with those potted plants, when the time comes here will be full of spring color palace wall willows, beautiful flowers, fragrant, bees and butterflies, brilliant!
Not far away there is a mountain stream flowing through the Danjing, flowing jade overflowing color, ring Pei Dingdong; branches oriole cuckoo calling friends, twitter chirping.
The real thing is "I have no pity for the grass that grows by the side of the stream, and there are orioles in the deep trees". The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and then you can see the newest version of the game!
Because of the hometown of Tazhuang, the exit to the east is the Lion's Head Rock, the west is the Elephant Mountain, the so-called Lion and Elephant handle the mouth, Meixi water in the middle of the crossing, like around the Jade Ribbon, Yuping Mountain and as a barrier. Therefore, the fan brother made this couplet:
"Elephants Xu Xing peak erected Yuping column,
fierce lion entrenched in the water around the treasure belt around."
And the middle line is:
"Immortal law is powerful, Hong is kind to the people,
Mother's heart is kind to the people."
Tozama also made the following two couplets to praise the Yuping Mountain Xianniang Temple:
"The beautiful view of the Pavilion of the Immortals is a thousand thousand autumns of beauty
The temple of the Niang is brightly illuminated by ten thousand Chinese lamps."
"A beautiful and serene place for the immortals,
precious fruits and delicacies are pious to the hearts of the common people."
I heard that on the first fifteen days of the month, the incense here is very strong, believers from all directions to burn incense to worship Buddha. And once a month, there is a dinner party, people come and go, very lively.
Xianniang Temple lived in a 70-year-old halfway out of the old man, the legal name Shi Hong two. The above inscription is written by him.
He said, he is from Fuzhou. More than ten years ago, he traveled here, see Tazhuang Longfeng is a piece of feng shui treasure, three sides of the mountains, a face to face the water, the mountains and beautiful water, people, simple folk, people live and work in peace and happiness.
The mountains are full of trees, all year round, flying red drip green, birds and flowers, quiet and serene, beautiful scenery, is a good place to live, will be happy to live, do not want to live in a no longer want to leave.
That morning we went up the mountain early to the temple, saw him holding a cell phone to a motorcycle master called, said to help him buy breakfast, a bowl of pot side paste, a doughnut, a meat packet. Also stopped by to buy a package of Yangchun ramen, a catty of meat and a cabbage.
He said, need something, just point a cell phone , someone to help him bring up. Anyway, people come here every day to climb the mountain, it's very convenient.
It didn't take long for a motorcycle to come up.
In the past, this was a miraculous thing, not even dare to think about it.
He usually gives patients a pulse, massage, and collects a little pay, living a poor and quiet life.
Nowadays, every morning and evening, many villagers climb the mountain in groups to exercise. From time to time, there are cars and motorcycles carrying people directly to the mountain. The people, the vehicles, the up and down, it is very lively.
The merit monument in front of the hall one by one recorded many of the village sages who generously donate money to fund the construction of the temple of Xianniang. Their foresight, money and effort, merit in the present, benefit in the autumn, worthy of praise!
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