I have seen Mount Tai from the train many times in the past decades. Every time I think of the phrase "Confucius climbed the East Mountain but was small, and climbed Mount Tai but was smaller than the world", I feel that I owe a debt to a long-standing cultural tradition. Du Fu's wish: Climb Mount Tai in the rain. "Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky." Me, too, but I miss it face to face every time.

Now it's really time to climb Mount Tai, but the weather is not beautiful. It began to rain, like falling to the ground, but in my heart. The sky is gloomy and my heart is heavy. We made an appointment to start early in the morning, and everyone arrived, but it rained harder and harder. Wait until it clears up? I felt depressed at the beginning when I thought of the vague word "wait". Looking forward to half past eleven, the sky turned white, and I couldn't help shouting, "Let's go!" " Young people driving, with backpacks on their backs, set off happily for Daizongfang archway.

Whether it's smoke or fog, we can't tell, it's just gray, and the boss's mountain is wrapped up. The ancient Mount Tai looks more and more Cui Wei. As soon as we passed the memorial archway of Daizongfang, the deafening roar attracted us to the dam of Hushan Reservoir. Seven floods jumped out of the bridge opening of the reservoir, like seven flashing yellow brocade, rushing down, touching jagged rocks, stirring up a piece of snow-white water droplets and scattering them on the rolling water. It is called Qiuzai Bay: It is said that Qiuzai has been rowed to the sky by Lv Dongbin, but looking at it, it seems that Qiuzai has returned to his former residence.

We bypassed the Tiger Mountain and stood on the dam bridge. On one side is calm lake water, facing the oblique wind and drizzle. We are lazy and just want to move forward. On the other hand, we are dark and evil, just like thousands of troops hidden under beautiful yellow brocade. Gold is a convenient metaphor. In fact, it is a kind of fine yarn with no warp and weft. Transparent white gauze lightly presses transparent beige pattern. Perhaps only the Weaver Girl can weave this magnificent scenery.

It rained heavily, so we turned into Qizhen Temple behind the Queen Mother Temple. There are seven statues here, Lv Dongbin in front, his friends Tie Guai Li and He Xiangu on both sides, and his four disciples on the east and west sides, so it is called the Seven Treasures Temple. Lv Dongbin and his two friends are fine. The two children standing in the niche and the old man opposite the willow essence are really rare and vivid works. Generally, the statues in temples are either flat or grotesque, with beautiful shapes occasionally, and unlike China people, they can't keep up with the vividness and kindness of the elderly. Unknown sculptors have a deep understanding of the differences in age and appearance, and the image will be so vivid. It's not that young people remind me that it's time to go, but that I will continue to be grateful.

We came to a rainy place, set foot on the right path of climbing, and passed three stone workshops in succession: Tianmen, where Confucius boarded, and Riling. The sound of water fell behind us, and the majestic red gate blocked the mountain. Walking out of the long doorway, we were suddenly enlightened and the mountain came to us again. Man struggles upwards, water flows downwards, and flows into the middle reaches of Hushan Reservoir, accompanying us until Ertianmen. The cliff is rugged, the stone crevices are dripping, the spring water and rainwater are mixed together, and they flow into the mountain stream along the slope, and the trickle becomes thunder. Sometimes the wind blows through the clouds, and I see the Nantianmen below, shadowy and towering over the hills, as if it were not far away; The tight eighteen plates are like a gray python, crawling in the gorge; More often, dark clouds and mountains become ink landscapes. We can't go too far in the shallow water of the middle stream, which is the famous stone valley. The flood flooded an acre-sized rock. There is a diamond sutra engraved on the bare stone, and the words are very big. After a long time, most of them have been ground flat. Back to the right path, I don't know when the rain has stopped, and people are sweating all over and eager to take off their raincoats to cool off. Coincidentally, we just walked into a cypress forest. The sky was gloomy and the dawn turned black again. As if dusk came to the world ahead of time, sweat not only flowed downwards, but also made us feel cold. No wonder people call it cypress cave. We walked through the Hutian Pavilion and climbed Huangxianling with great efforts. We found that the sand and stones were all red and yellow, and then we understood why the water in Xi Zhong was yellow.

I leaned against the stone workshop in Ertianmen and looked around, both proud and worried. I am proud that I have walked halfway up the mountain, and I am worried that I can't walk the other half. The clouds thinned and the fog appeared again. Let's have a rest, have a rest, it's past four o'clock in the afternoon. The difficulty does not seem to exist. In front of us is a flat downhill dirt road. The young people danced and walked, and I followed them, talking and laughing like a young man.

Unconsciously, we turned from downhill to uphill. The mountain was steep and the uphill became bigger and bigger. This road has always been wide and tidy. Only when I leaned out did I know that I was standing on the edge of an unfathomable ravine. There is water, but I can't hear the sound of water. Looking up to the west, I saw a two-foot wide leucorrhea hanging in the air, swaying with the wind, trying to get closer, but unable to cross the vast ravine. We were full of praise and found that we came to a stone bridge. We don't know what happened. The drizzle wet our bodies. It turned out that we met another kind of waterfall, which clung to the back of the bridge. We didn't pay attention and almost ran into it. The water is two or three feet wide and is not high from the ground. It sent out a torrent of dragons and tigers, hitting the grotesque stones under the bridge and spraying foam in the distance. From then on, the mountain stream turned from left to right, and the sound of water followed us worse and worse.

After crossing Yunbu Bridge, we began to climb the main peak of Mount Tai. The Nantianmen should be nearby, but it can't be seen because of the winding canyon. Wild flowers and weeds of all shapes and colors crowd each other. The sand is vast, and it needs to be decorated with fairy rocks. Even I am a little older, like a child, holding it until the flowers and leaves wither, then regretfully throwing it into the mountain stream and drifting with the flow. However, it is the pine tree that "sucks the green glow and dies", which brings people's hearts to a lofty realm. They are not afraid of the heights of mountains, stick their roots in the cracks of cliffs, twist their bodies like panlongzhu, spread their branches and leaves in mid-air, as if they were climbing Mount Tai in the rain in competition with strong winds and dark clouds, and as if they were playing with the breeze and white clouds. Some pine trees look through the autumn water, but they don't see you coming. They climbed alone and looked askance.

Some pine trees are like a dark green umbrella, waiting for you. Some pine trees enjoy themselves and show a natural and unrestrained look. Anyway, they all make you feel that they are the natural owners of Mount Tai, and it seems that no one should be without them. There is fog in Songshan Canyon, and the sky is getting dark. I don't know how many stone steps I have climbed, one level after another. Fun and bitter. It seems that I have been climbing mountains since I was alive. I only walked slowly for eighteen sets. I leaned against the Sage Square and looked up. Eighteen plates were like a long ladder, standing at the entrance of the worse gate. I'm scared. The newly built stone steps are too narrow to hold the whole foot. It is no wonder that Ying Shao in the Eastern Han Dynasty described it like this in "The Rite of Mount Tai": "Looking up at the Liao country of Tianmen Mountain, if you look up from the cave to the sky, you will reach seven miles straight. According to its winding path, it is often called the ring road. It is often two followers holding hands with each other, and later generations see the predecessors stepping on the bottom, and the predecessors see it. An old man, leaning sideways, rushed in front of us. An old woman, carrying a sachet, walked past us steadily despite her small feet. As Ying Shao said, I "followed my eyes but not my feet", grabbed the iron handrail and the young man, walked a dozen paces and took a deep breath. Finally, at seven o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the worse gate.

My heart is still beating, my legs are still shaking and people are still coming up. Looking down at the new but extremely long track, I was surprised that I could get up. I walked in the street, relaxed and happy, like an innocent person. A row of all-night shops, with no names, only signs, some with hedges hanging at the door, some with a pair of parrots, some with a wooden stick, some with a golden bull and a spacious coffee table. There are only a few kangs in a narrow place, and the back wall is close to the towering rocks, facing the abyss. Don't line up. And those stones. Ancient poets described Mount Tai and said "Taishan Rock". The annotator told you that rock and rock are the appearance of accumulated stones. Indeed, the top of the mountain gives you this feeling more and more. Some stones are like lotus petals, some are like heads, some are like old people, some are like crouching tigers, some are scattered into small bridges, some are like upright columns, some are sideways exploring the sea, and some are glaring at each other. Some are like nothing, dark and motionless, blocking your way. As time goes by, there are many legends. Dengfengtai allows you to imagine the grand occasion of the emperor's mountains. There will be a stone tablet in the bare place, indicating that Confucius is alive. Some mountain ponds are called shampoo basins. It is said that Jade Girl always washes her hair here. Some caves are called Baiyun Cave. It is said that Baiyun used to go out, but now he doesn't go out, and he is still swimming around in the mountains. On a sunny day, you are enjoying "the vast green is high across Qilu." . Suddenly, a gust of wind came, "Caiyun Rafer? Free and easy in my chest ",in a flash, as Song said in" Three Days in Guiyang ","There are four boundless clouds ". Is it a cloud? There is another cloud on my head. It seems to be snow, or a pile of cotton wool, which rises and falls continuously, turning the horizon into a seaside. So the sun passed by, and the silver waves in the sea of clouds were like gold plating and fire, burning to ashes, and I didn't know where to go, revealing the face of the earth. Two white lines, winding, are the color river and the temperature river. A black spot moves in the middle of the green pattern, like an ant, emitting a wisp of smoke. You are telling me what to do and making irresponsible remarks. Both the virtual image and the real image have temporarily disappeared into the fog.

We didn't see the spectacle of the sunrise. It was in the crisp autumn. However, we also have our own unique fun: the waterfall we saw in the rain went down two days later and was not so magnificent. The small waterfall disappeared and the big waterfall became smaller.

We walked along Xixi, crossed mountains and mountains, passed through apple orchards full of fruits and stayed near Heilongtan for a long time. If we don't have to catch the train this afternoon, we will stay. Mountain and water are different styles here, changing and harmonious. A mountain without water is like a person without eyes, which seems to lack spirituality. We dared to climb Mount Tai in the rain, watching the sound and powerful flying springs flowing, and it rained cats and dogs, so we hid in the palace for a ride. We had a good time in the rain, and naturally we felt particularly interested because of the dripping water.

Appreciation is as follows:

Have you visited the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland? The roaring Yangtze River and Yellow River and the majestic three mountains and five mountains have given birth to the ancient civilization of our Chinese nation. When we think of them, our national pride will fill our hearts.

Of all the famous mountains, the five mountains are the most. What are the five mountains? Mount Taishan in Dongyue, Hengshan in Nanyue, Huashan in Xiyue, Hengshan in Beiyue and Songshan in Zhongyue. What about the length of the five mountains? Also in Mount Tai. Mount Tai has the potential to ascend to the sky and hold the sun high. Many literati have written poems and praised them, and Du Fu's five-character ancient poem "Looking at Yue" is one of them. Throughout the ages, there are many descriptions of climbing Mount Tai, but there are not many "climbing Mount Tai in the rain". Things are rare and precious, and literature wins by surprise. Scholar Wang Keyu believes that Li Jianwu's "climbing Mount Tai in the rain"

It not only describes the unique charm of Mount Tai in the rain, but also records the unique taste of climbing in the rain. Let's follow the footsteps of the author, appreciate the charm of Mount Tai in the rain, and share the harvest of climbing in the rain with the author.

The first part of Climbing Mount Tai in the Rain is the first two paragraphs, which describe the reasons for climbing Mount Tai in the rain. Paragraphs 3-9 are the second part, which is about climbing Mount Tai in the rain. The third part, paragraphs 10 and 1 1, describes the feeling of "climbing Mount Tai in the rain". The article begins with "In the past few decades, I missed many opportunities to climb Mount Tai". At first glance, it seems a little beside the point. Think about it carefully, the more times you miss an opportunity, the stronger your desire to make up for it. The author used a very apt metaphor to describe this kind of mood; "It's like owing a long cultural tradition-a debt." How can you not pay your debts? In the second paragraph, the opportunity finally came, "just the weather is not very good"; A "unluckily", the feeling of eagerness is vividly on the paper. The raindrops kept falling. "It doesn't seem to fall on the ground, but it seems to fall in my heart", and "waiting" is "slim". "Looking forward to half past eleven" finally shouted "Let's go!" "These words describe the author's anxiety, desire and uncontrollable mood in a very delicate way. Climbing Mount Tai in the rain is both a rational choice and an emotional drive. The two paragraphs not only explain the reason for "starting in the rain", but also skillfully pave the way for struggling to climb in the rain. The third part compares the "magnificent" scenery in the mountains in rainy days with the "dull" scenery seen when going down the mountain in rainy days, and points out that "climbing Mount Tai in the rain" and "the pain without dripping with joy" are really "excellent fun". It all boils down to one word "Dare". Dare to climb Mount Tai in the rain in order to "enjoy yourself", otherwise, if you miss the opportunity, your debt will still not be paid. This arrangement is natural, echoing from beginning to end, and the style is well-versed. Most travel articles have such a structure, which is worth imitating.

The author started from the memorial archway of Daizongfang-Hushan Reservoir-Qizhen Temple-Tianmen-the place where Confucius boarded-day order-Changmendong-Shishangu-Baidong-Hutianting-Huangxianling-Ertianmen-Yunbuqiao-Slow Eighteen Plates-Shengxianfang-Tight Eighteen Plates. This paper mainly uses the method of "changing the scene" to describe the scenery. The so-called "moving step" means that the observer's foothold changes; The so-called "changing scenery" refers to different landscapes, or changes in the object of observation, or changes in distance and angle, and the same object of observation will have different faces and postures. This method, which takes the change of the observer's foothold as a clue to describe the scenery seen, is commonly known as "changing scenery" For example, the descriptions of many scenic spots from "Daizongfang archway" to "Nantianmen" are all connected in series by the clues of the author's travel. The author walked all the way and described the various landscapes along the way in turn. It is the method of "changing scenery" that is used. Another example is "Tight Eighteen Dishes". From a distance ("Like a gray python crawling in the middle of a canyon") and from below ("Like a long ladder standing at the gate of the worse gate"), the previous description is more accurate (the stone steps are narrow and there is no room for half a foot). Multi-angle description left a three-dimensional impression on readers, giving people the feeling of seeing with their own eyes.

About the author:

Li Jianwu (1906.8.17-1982.11.24) is a China writer, dramatist, literary critic, translator and expert in French literature research. Shanxi Yuncheng people. Born in August 1906. My father, Li Mingfeng, participated in the Revolution of 1911 and was assassinated by Beiyang warlords in 19 19. Li Jianwu drifted with his mother in a foreign land since childhood. /kloc-came to Beijing to study at the age of 0/0. 192 1 entered the middle school attached to National Beijing Normal University. The following year, he and his classmates Jian Xian 'ai and Yun organized a literary club, founded a supplement to the literary publication Guofeng Daily, and began to publish novels and plays.