Tang Tang | On the road
Wangwang | Preface
Before Tang Tang left Dali this time, I made an appointment with her to meet at Yishiyoudu. When she walked in, she looked so good that her face could be described as rosy. She said, "My life and work have been going very smoothly during this period. You are really a lucky star."
I feel so bad. The last cherry blossom trip must have brought her some positive things. I hope it will be the same this time. After reading this article, I said that I like the feeling of writing in different scenes. People are on the road, and the words are on the road. The writing is like the person. This time, Tang Tang seems so relaxed. She writes "unbridled" and happy. She walked out of the food and drink in a chic manner with her bag on her back, turned into the alley, said goodbye, and didn't even look back. It's great.
Tang Tang | On the road
Hiking at Jizu Mountain, a Buddhist pilgrimage route
In the cafe in the old city, Wangwang suddenly said, "Why don't you write another article about hiking in Jizu Mountain ? If I become a writer, his contribution can be recorded in it."
My first thought at that time was what to write. I hadn't had a good hike for a long time. The route was beautiful for a short hike, but I hadn't walked for so long that I didn't know how to start just thinking about hiking.
I looked at Xiaoxi sitting on the ground, and decided to start with the story that Xiaoxi brought 8 tea eggs. I ate 1, my companion finished 1, and he ate the remaining 6. Tea eggs are delicious, but eating 6 is still not easy to digest. I looked at Xiaoxi's innocent face and decided to write it like this.
Because I can't drink coffee recently, I chose Yunnan black tea. I drank a few cups and felt a little dizzy. I guess I drank the real Yunnan black tea. Wangwang's occupational disease came back, and Xiaoxi and I persuaded the owner of the Eating in Moderation Coffee Shop to go digging potatoes. She is called the scavenger of the earth, and she is a packaging genius.
I went to Mengwang Coffee recommended by Xiaoxi. It is said that they close late, at 7 o'clock. Well, I envy the mental state of the people of Dali.
Then the first half of this article was formed in front of the window of Mengwang Coffee. The long table was facing the second-floor window sill. The road in front of the door was very quiet. Only a few students walked by occasionally. The wind blew gently through the trees on both sides of the road. The sound was very comfortable. The afternoon sun was just right, suitable for writing letters. After writing the letter to Shan, Ah Huang and Jing's postcards, I picked up the pen to write about Jizu Mountain.
My first memory is the moment I saw the meadow. I was walking on a mountain road, but suddenly I saw a huge flat meadow. My heart suddenly brightened up, probably because of the huge contrast of the scenery. The altitude here is a little higher, and even though it is almost the beginning of summer, it is still very cool. The grass is starting to turn green, and after a while, I think it will be completely green. But I like this borderline of seasons very much. Spring and summer alternate on the meadow, and time passes. It makes people feel that no matter how people change, nature is silent, and the four seasons alternate and cycle like this. In a sense, the long-lasting change is romantic enough.
The wind is strong and cool. Being in the wilderness makes one feel sober. I like this feeling of clarity.
There are many flowers blooming on the meadow , but it is not the most blooming time. What I remember most clearly are the clusters of small yellow flowers , which are not densely blooming, scattered on the meadow, as dazzling yellow as the sun , warm and unrestrained. Blooming in the wind, without any shelter, makes people feel the stubbornness of life inexplicably . Xiaoxi said it is called wolfsbane, what a strange name .
We need to cross the meadow and walk along the low-lying land. The meadow is very soft to walk on. When we reach halfway up the slope and look back, the road we came from is completely laid out before our eyes, stretching all the way to the heart of the meadow. Suddenly, we realize that the road we came from is already very far away.
Hiking is not a continuous process in my mind, but only the most impressive pictures, a certain picture or a section of pictures. As soon as I picked up the pen, a large field of raspberries appeared. The thorns were very sharp. I still remember that it fell into my shoes and hurt my feet. It is not yet time for it to bear fruit. After a while, I can pick raspberries while walking. The joy of hiking seems to be magnified. The fun of picking fruits in the mountains is incomparable to those bought in the market.
Wangwang said that the magic of this route is that each section seems to be a completely different scenery, which adds a lot of fun to discover. After passing the meadow, I don't remember how I walked into this forest. I looked up and found that in the woods on the side, the sun was floating in the forest through the leaves, and some of it was sprinkled on the forest trail covered with fallen leaves. The breeze blew, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and the afternoon sun was extremely soft, and people's hearts were extremely soft in an instant. Walking on the path in the forest is like walking on the endless starlight. Stepping on the sunlight and fallen leaves on the path, people feel very light. Looking up, the light and shadow in the forest are soft and lazy, and I feel comfortable and leisurely. I really want to keep walking like this.
When I wrote this paragraph in Shenzhen at night, I felt as if I was in the mountains and forests. My heart was very gentle, and at hand was the tea that Lin Yana had brought. Everything was just right. I was very grateful to be so peaceful on a weekday.
Walking to the foot of the mountain, I saw a temple. The temple and the Buddha statues were very exquisite. It was a bit wonderful to encounter it here. When I walked from the side hall to the main gate, I found that it was the temple I accidentally found 8 years ago. It was my first time here. I took a long detour on the mountain road to get here. At this moment, I have to believe that life encounters are wonderful.
I like being on the road, as every time I have different encounters and feelings . Life may just be an experience , so why not enjoy it ?
