Ma Bu Mountain is located in Ma Bu Village, Guozhen Township, Yueyang, only a dozen kilometers away from the city center. The mountain area is rich in plant resources and has a good ecological environment. Strange mountains, beautiful waters, flowers, Huan Yun and strange rocks have become unique landscapes here.
If I hadn't participated in the "centenary of new poetry" activity organized by Louqu Writers Association, I really didn't know that "Ma Bu Shan" in Yueyang had been approved to be upgraded to a provincial forest park, which was really a bit confusing.
I remember having been to "Ma Bu Shan" when I was in love. Yueyang was just a small county-level city at that time. He and I were in our youth, riding bicycles across country roads to climb mountains. Mashan is a vein between heaven and earth, pink and white, full of mountain red, flying, really beautiful. At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I didn't know how many opportunities and obstacles there would be in life.
Now more than 20 years have passed, youth has passed, and things have changed. Climbing the mountain again today is like a lifetime ago, and I feel deeply. Ma bu mountain is still Ma bu mountain, but because of its beautiful legend and unique historical precipitation, it has been fully excavated by the government and developed in an orderly manner, becoming a rare world for tourism, leisure and vacation on the edge of the city.
When I came to the foot of the mountain covered with misty rain and cauliflower, I saw a new automobile highway extending from the foot of the mountain to the depths where I couldn't see the top of the mountain. In the distance, the mountain peaks are connected in the fog, revealing the mystery of the mountain.
I began to climb the mountain with my head down and cross the mountains. Vast expanse in front somehow reminds me of that sentence: "Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by." At this moment, I fully know where I came from, why I came, and where I am going, but there will still be a deep sense of loneliness pouring out of my bones and deeply touching myself.
Halfway up the mountain, the peak turns and the mountain is steeper and steeper. My steps gradually slowed down and my breathing was a little messy. At present, the wild flowers in the jungle are in full bloom, and the water is gurgling on the rocky cliffs. The mountains are full of trees and vitality. I stopped to adjust my breath and suddenly felt so small in the mountains. Indeed, compared with the vast nature, people are like dust. Born, but a foot of flesh and blood, a few cries; Go home, it's only a few feet. Count the ashes. We can never live and die with this universe, just passing by in a hurry. In the world, everyone is a lonely passer-by, but they have to experience all kinds of human flavors helplessly. Some people struggle, some people are decadent, some people calculate, and some people give. In just a hundred years of life, people will involuntarily fall into the pursuit of worldly fame and fortune. "Life is less than a hundred years old, and I am always worried that I am a thousand years old." Chasing makes us gradually lose the truest kindness, initial heart, innocence and simplicity in human nature, and become vain, snobbish, vulgar and complicated. Perhaps only by constantly returning body and mind to nature and thinking about human nature can we better write every chapter of future life.
I slowly adjusted my breathing to the best condition and moved on. Climbing over the steepest mountain road with difficulty, my eyes suddenly opened up. In the distance, the village at the foot of the mountain was submerged in the sea of rape blossoms in Huang Cancan. My ears are filled with the pleasant chirping of birds in the valley, and a burst of joy fills my heart. I am imagining things. The process of climbing a mountain is too similar to life. We are destined to experience a lot on the way, and the spring breeze on the way is proud. A bumpy and decadent road; A section of the road. Grit your teeth and stick to it; Hard choices along the way; Confidence in success on a road; A section of the road is heartbroken. No matter how brilliant and helpless the road is, every experience is destined to be precious. It not only makes us mature and wise, but also makes us truly understand that the richness of life comes from inner compassion.
Why should life be deliberate? Just doing things seriously and simply.
Arriving at the top of the mountain, the rain and fog are getting thicker and thicker. Think of the poem "Dengma Mountain" written by Du Xing of Baling in Qing Dynasty: According to legend, a linen traveler met an immortal here. Wang Zhike should be rotten, and the first flat stone is still sleeping. Meet the sea in the morning and stay in Dongting at dusk. I have been to Liulang once, and the peach blossoms have been in bloom for several years. In addition to the natural landscape, the beautiful Mount Ma bu has been telling a story of "gaining" and "giving up" for hundreds of years. It always praises enlightenment, gratitude and dedication. I think this is the real connotation and spirit of "Ma Bu Shan".
At this moment, the happy figures of poets are floating around in the white fog like wandering immortals, and the plank road at the top of the mountain winds into the clouds like a ladder leading to the sky. In this mythical world, people laugh and laugh, and laughter resounds through the whole valley. The mountains are stained with the breath of literati and become more vivid and spiritual.
Coming down from the mountain, we wandered in a sea of pure gold rape flowers at the foot of the mountain. People visit Wen Chun in twos and threes. It's true: the pollen is stained with spring clothes and the feet are stained with new mud. I don't know my relatives like before, but I'm also a person who cherishes spring.
Looking back at the flax mountain in the spring rain, it is magnificent and green, giving people a kind of detachment of "jumping out of the three realms and not in the five elements" Looking at the distance, I think of that mountain climbing, vaguely thinking: perhaps enjoying the scenery of the mountain is only between one and the next, but harvesting life must be in countless advances and retreats.