Stone is the poetic heart of the earth. When it was written on the earth by the gods, it has already appeared in this way, making you full of respect in the barren time, stopping to meditate and turning over a chapter.
Like dew in late autumn, like a purple dream, when you think it is thick and heavy, it can fly lightly. I can meditate on the stone for a long time. I imagine what it used to look like, like a bird that appeared in my dream countless times, its wings flapping against the wind; Sometimes it is a cloud, white and light, tired and lying on the ground. Maybe when it falls from the sky, it becomes a stone and lies quietly on the ground.
Father is digging, picking stones out of the ground piece by piece. Father said that the land is like a human heart. If it is filled with stones, it will become lifeless and should be cleaned frequently. Mother crushes the tangled lumps with her hands, but stones can't be crushed, nor can they be nutrients. However, the mother did not expel them from the land, but gently moved them aside to form a line and enclose the land in the middle. Mother thinks that stone is the essence of the land. If it chooses to stay here, it cannot be moved. How much land can a stone occupy? Not occupying land, but protecting it. Land can only be supported by stones, just like land. Stones are maternal, wells are maternal, thorns are maternal, and curved land is maternal. Motherhood is a feature that can be seen everywhere in rural areas. A stone, whether it is honest Gu Zhuo or handsome and beautiful, when it lies on the ground with a pious attitude and is influenced by fireworks, its motherhood will grow. It nourishes crops with wind and rain and nourishes the soul of the earth. If a flower can grow on a stone, food will naturally grow.
When I walk over a stone, I always walk carefully. I have a mixed feeling of reverence and curiosity. I am afraid to disturb it and want to stop and watch it quietly. I hope that time can be gentle and delicate at this moment and can stay for me for a short time. I want to have a good look at this stone, its texture, its flesh and blood and deep-buried thoughts. A stone, a stone that is insignificant to people and the world, stands silently in countless places and is full of charm and momentum. What's it thinking?
For a long time, I was fascinated by this stone. Does a stone bear the memory of past lives? What was it like at first? The magic of nature endows it with the characteristics of stone, and the subjectivity of human beings endows it with rich emotions. It is neither cold nor hard, and its body is mixed with the blood of the earth and the shape of rocks. It is a sculpture of the earth, a mysterious fable and the inspiration of the wise.
Stone is always growing. Its growth has nothing to do with the size of the body. Its growth is a silent gradual change of the body. In the long history, it swam at a heavy and slow speed, shaping and transforming, and only then did it grow into this appearance, like a thin heart poking on the flesh of the earth, without regret. Slowly, Shan Ye's heart was passivated and turned into a national quintessence stone, not a noble and elegant jade inkstone with natural temperament, but a small rock mass that nature fell off in the wilderness, mountains and villages, and was finally cherished and collected by the land. A mature stone, with mellow, full and soft light and dignified, Gu Zhuo and profound texture, is a witness of years, a gift of wind and rain, a trace of world changes and a historical vicissitudes.
Simple or simple, a stone has its own smoothness, which is endowed by the essence of mountains and rivers and natural dew. As a poetic heart, as a dusty heart of the earth, it is not casually doodled by the gods of nature and time, but carefully sketched, true and sharp. The heart is like iron, and the center of the earth is as soft as silk grass. Stone falls from the sky like a cloud, but grows from the deepest part of the ground. Its existence will certainly arouse some distant and ancient memories and connect roots with blood. When it broke ground, its poetic writing began.
Uncovering the stone, there is a pale and tender land below, often hiding an earthworm or other small life, just like uncovering the dust of the earth. In the past, some secrets were made public. Stones are constantly being uncovered and the earth is exposed to the sun. Stone keeps telling the troubles of the earth, including life, love, aging and death. After the stone said these topics, its mission was completed. The stone that completes its mission may be lonely and empty, but it will not cry like other superficial things, because time is the greatest comfort and dependence for a stone. But under the gaze of time, the stone will wither gradually, because it is lonely, and the stone that has been worried is also lonely. When a stone feels its loneliness, it means that the years become within reach. A stone is a heavy echo of the years, and the reverberation lingers in the gap of history, close to the local flavor, and appears again and again in Shan Ye, ditches, wilderness and land, and looks back again and again. It is the witness of time, the symbol of civilization, and the core content and essence of all stories.
Loneliness is precipitated in the years and finally dried. Just like a story, a stone passes through the world, gradually becomes full, and finally smashes itself. Crushing starts slowly from the inside. At first it was just a small water molecule, a tiny pore, and finally it became a crack and a scar. Slowly, many cracks and scars appeared, and the warp and weft were dense and criss-crossed, weaving into a dense net, capturing all the snow and everything in the world, and finally dissolving. Death, for a stone, may be just a thought, a silence, a hidden gaze. Death is also a new life. For new life, the stone lets the wind knead itself into powder, its body becomes a part of the land, and its blood is mixed with the blood of the land. The worries of the earth are constantly exposed, stones are constantly growing out of the land, metabolized and propagated, and passed down from generation to generation, so that everything in the mountains and rivers can be vividly stretched, and stones can gain eternal life.
Plant a stone in the ground and bury it deeply. When spring comes, it will bloom a colorful flower from the ground. The earth is full of fragrant sentences, which are paved with lines, and stones are made into poems. When it is tired, it becomes a wisp of air, evaporates and dissipates, becomes a cloud flying in the sky, or perhaps becomes a happy singing bird.