Once upon a time, I packed my bags on my back and held a train ticket in my hand, hoping to work in Zhashui, which is so close to Xi 'an. I didn't think much, so I plunged into this vibrant and energetic land of Qinling and started my lucky and happy work. In this way, I was gently lifted by Shan Ye, facing the rising sun, ready to start a journey to return my life to the mountains.
I grew up in the endless plains and have never been to the mountains. I have an inexplicable yearning and yearning for mountains. In geography class, I learned that the Huaihe River in Qinling Mountains is the watershed of the north and south climate, but now I have started a new life at the foot of Qinling Mountains. I feel extremely lucky and have an inexplicable love for tussah water. When love germinates, I know that my true nature is the hope of happiness. This color can awaken Shan Ye who has been sleeping for a long time. It's just that I seem to have forgotten the plain.
A timely rain floated down from my face, soaked my hair, my bright eyes and my heart, which made my dry heart begin to soften and sprout, reminded me of my simple roots, reminded me of the smell of Shan Ye, made me gradually hear the call of the mountain village, made me gradually smell the sweet potato in the mountains and shed green tears.
In Wanqing, I saw a mother standing in the spring breeze to watch. Her standing posture is like a road sign and an evergreen pine and cypress. She habitually called her children into the sun, into the village and home, splashing a bright and pure light by the water, leaving a happy and true memory. When children grow up, they all go out to school, work and find jobs. In order to build a beautiful and rich Tussah water, they worked tirelessly, devoted themselves to their study and work, gave back their knowledge and hard-earned money to their mothers, and hid their gentle calls further and deeper.
In the evening, I saw the smoke from the kitchen chimney suddenly rising from the mountains that are hard to see at ordinary times, and slowly drifting away in all directions to bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Suddenly feel the heaviness of life, life is like a dream, life is like smoke, just a passer-by of history!
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I seem to have had a strange and absurd dream. I once said to my roommate in a university dormitory, "I would rather starve to death in a busy street than go to a poor ravine." But the opposite is true. I didn't live and work in a bustling city, but came to this poor little ravine. Self-abuse: life makes people! When I really got here, I gradually realized that I was more poetic in the mountains. I wore new green all the year round, held a crescent moon in my hand, and had bright jewels and emeralds in my eyes. I have four dreamlike seasons, a dreamlike story, a dreamlike miracle and a dreamlike life.
The day when I grew up in Shan Ye seems not far away. That fruitful walnut tree can prove my annual rings. When I am one year old, I will enjoy a season of walnuts and bring a basket of my son's thoughts to my mother in the plain. I went back to my mother in several dreams and saw her holding walnuts and sending them to my mouth. I had a delicious meal, snuggled up to my mother, felt the sound of her rough hands touching me, and put my tired heart on her lips to sleep.
Spring came back to the earth, everything revived, and Shan Ye woke up. We are so close to my soul that it is the color of rocks. Embrace me, my Shan Ye, and let all jewels and emeralds move forward as soberly as time. The mountain is deep and the water is deep, the bamboo is long and the sound is long, and the mountain turns to water. At this time, I just want to indulge in the mountains and rivers, sleep happily in the green, forget the colorful city, and dream of the restless eyes of the big city.
I also ran around the mountains for the story of the mountains, mediating neighborhood disputes and parents' shortcomings, resolving people's grievances and enterprise contradictions, saving every family on the verge of collapse, sending rice noodles, grain and oil and solatium to the lonely elderly, and sending out-of-school children to school. I have worked hard, have a safe journey and be sincere and harmonious all the way. The masses treat me as a benefactor and a relative. Suddenly I feel that tussah water is not only beautiful in mountains and waters, but also beautiful in human feelings! At this time, the sun just cast your reflection in my soul.
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Speaking of tussah water, it is a beautiful place. The mountain is inlaid with precious stones and green water, the fungus whispers, and the bird shakes the tree; Walnut and chestnut are fragrant all over the world, and Tianma holds a silver hammer; The cave melts into the tides in all directions, and the sound of fishing drums is intoxicating. Silver ore and iron ore lanterns are red, and roads and railways pull hands; Ginkgo tree under the five chief hands, immortal tofu immortal boast; Incense is burning on Yuntai Mountain, and birds and flowers are singing in the ecological park. To talk about the people of Tussah water, compared with the beautiful scenery, we can think that the daughter of Tussah water is a good talent, and ten people see nine people love it, and they don't laugh or talk, and the message is like spring water; Every family has its own problems, cousins line up, there is no meat, no wine and no table, the sound of wine warms people's hearts, mountains are more important than water, and family ties are more beautiful.
You know me, and I slowly walk into your broad mind. You hatched my basic consciousness with a primitive hotbed, and then taught me to root my deep love in the land and Shan Ye that the Tushui people have been sticking to for generations, to create a splendid flower of life and to bear pollution-free and flashy fruits. You always play the flute when I lack confidence. It also has an idea, solemnly blowing in the wind, so that the flute of love once again calls me to believe. You see, my radiant and persistent confidence is rubbing against the cheerful Shan Ye.
Tussah water Shan Ye, at this moment, I want to spit out the poem of sunset, let me draw a beautiful arc in the golden singing. Let a row of walnuts and chestnuts in the distance give a neat praise. At the moment of flying, I want to tell people in the city that I will pour potatoes everywhere into green waves, I will turn clear spring water in the mountains into beautiful words, I will play beautiful notes with frogs inspired by generate, and I will tell our love of returning to nature with stars all over the sky. The future is so far away, please come when I blink. My gentleness will be the pride of Shan Ye.