Huang Dan Zhu Cui talks about Xiangshan

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Xiangshan Park is located at the eastern foot of Xishan Mountain in the northwest suburb of the capital, north of the Eighth National Congress of Xishan Mountain and south of Biyun Temple, with an area of 4,400 mu. On the day of beginning of winter, we went to Xiangshan to play together. The people in the same car said, "Xiangshan, as its name implies, must be full of incense all year round!" For fear of spreading false information, as far as I know, I am talking about Xiangshan.

"Ghost Seeing Sorrow" (also known as Feng Rushi) is the highest peak of Xiangshan Park, with an altitude of 557 meters. Because the mountain is high and there are often clouds, the two huge stones on the mountain are very similar to incense burners. It is said that this is the origin of the name of Xiangshan. In ancient times, there was also a name called Chongyang Pavilion. There is no record in the literature of any pavilion built on the main peak. It may be that when the emperor went up the mountain, the Hunuo people who followed him called him "satin" pavilion, which is unknown! It is certain that Xiangshan is not named after any "fragrance". But it is really "green". Unlike Yuquan Mountain and Wanshou Mountain, there is no large area of lake water. However, the victory of the mountain forest is far better than the former.

The fragrance of Xiangshan does not begin in modern times, but has existed since ancient times. Sun Piyang in the Ming Dynasty wrote such a poem: "People spread to the purple light, and the fragrance is rich." Yuan Hongdao, who was a little later than Sun Piyang, also affirmed in his poem: "The eyes of real people are beyond the world, and the words of the Jade Fragrant Hills are true." It can be seen from these poems that the fragrance of Xiangshan has a long history, so it is natural to call it "Park in the Mountain". Its graceful peaks rise and fall with the tide like jade, and there are pines and cypresses everywhere.

Because there was the name of "Xiangshan" in the past, and in the 26th year of Dading (AD1KLOC-0/86), Xiangshan Temple was built in March by Jin Wanyan Yong, it became famous. After the Yuan Dynasty, some buildings were added. Xiangshan had a certain scale in the Ming Dynasty. "Chisel Cui Lou Xie, stone dome Wu, high and low each say wonderful, ingenious structure. There is a spring like a thread that turns the disc out loosely. Li Qinwei camp, people-based "(Mengyang poem). In the tenth year of Li Hong in Qing Dynasty (A.D. 1745), many temples, pavilions and pavilions were expanded in the former site and renamed Jingyiguo, which was the palace of the Qing emperor, and was also called "Three Mountains" with Jingmingyuan (Yuquan Mountain) and Qingyiguo (Wanshou Mountain). After some management, Li Hong proudly said: "According to the rock shelf, this is a five-story temple, magnificent and beautiful. Looking down, there are countless levels. " Xiangshan, after passing through Li Hong's hand and wasting a lot of money, became more ostentatious, and then the so-called 28 Scenes appeared. Judging from the names of these landscapes, the word "Cui" is also highlighted. For example, Lv Yun Ship, Listening to Fa Song, Cuiwei Pavilion, Unfinished Green, and Furong Ping in Looking at Purple, with green gauze embedded in the deep gallery; When the sun goes down, the heavier the jadeite, the heavier the jadeite; Gorgeous Lin Qiu is between the walls and rocks of "Huang Dan is full of pearls and brilliant colors". It is not difficult to understand that the inscribed poems such as Dream Screen, Cui Yun, Liuqing and Feixiu are all written because of "Cui". Lao Lu, who was in the same car, seemed to hear that I was trying my best to cheer for the "Cui" of Xiangshan, and took up the topic and said, "It's really lush to enter the park from the north gate and see the mountains in the distance." As the poem says: "The mountain is strange, but the peak is uneven." Zhang writes the word "Cui" very well. This is the case. "You can see the deer deep in the tree, but you can't hear the bell at noon." Wanshou Mountain and Yuquan Mountain have no such artistic conception, but they are much more exposed. From the description in the poem, we can see how small the proportion of people and roads is in this mountain park!

Joking, the car arrived at Beixin Village. Go ahead and cross the street, and you will reach the east gate. There are four main routes to climb the top of the East Gate. One is going up the mountain from the west, passing through Yuhua Villa to "Hell". Located in the middle of the mountain range, Yuhua Villa is a courtyard-style scenic spot with layers of pavilions like gardens, elegant and pleasant. The second route is to enter the palace gate, then turn south and west, pass the original Xiangshan Hotel, and reach the "Shuangqing" and "Banshan Pavilion". Shuangqing is a small courtyard opposite the Banshan Pavilion. Because there are two mountain springs rushing out of the mountains and flowing into two small pools in the north of the courtyard, it is named "Shuangqing" all year round. Legend has it that Shuangqing is the former site of "Spring in a Dream" in Jin Zhangzong. The third way is from Gongmen to the north. You can visit Yanjing Lake and Jianxin Zhai.

Zhao Temple, glass tower. The fourth route is to go southwest after entering the palace gate, bypass the "Eighteen Dishes", pass the former site of Hong Guang Temple, and go straight to the interesting "Ghost Seeing Sorrow".

We climbed to the top of the steep mountain by the first route. The terrain here is relatively high, and there are dense forests in the park. So I think spring must come late and go late, and summer must be very cool. This is undoubtedly a good summer resort. One of the "Eight Scenes of Yanjing" in that year, "Clear Snow in the West Mountain", reminds me that from the beginning of winter snow, the mountains and rivers and trees are wrapped in silver, and the snow is shining and insoluble, which will be particularly beautiful. Spring is even more touching. The forest on the southwest hillside is full of vitality, just like a large rosy cloud floating among pines and cypresses. The scenery is beautiful, including apricot blossom, peach blossom, pear blossom and clove. They are all open, but they are really fragrant. However, Xiangshan is most famous for its autumn colors. In late autumn, accompanied by the first frost, I am now an intoxicating scenery all over the mountains and plains. The leaves of cotinus coggygria are as red as flames. Chen Yishi: "The red leaves in Xishan are good, and the heavier first frost is." It also makes people love red leaves more. The red leaves are lovely. Most of the tourists who went to see Ghost with us came from all over the motherland, and almost all of them came to see the red leaves. During the chat, I know that most of them were influenced by Du Mu's famous sentence in the 1960s, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers". Throughout the park, Xiangshan has a wide range, many scenic spots and historical sites, and tourist routes extend in all directions. The scenery of the four seasons has its own characteristics. Looking up, my eyes are vast. In the distance, the Yongding River flows westward between grand canyon west, like a white ribbon, and the Lugou Bridge vaguely crosses the river. Shijingshan, Summer Palace and Yuquan Mountain are vividly in my mind. Standing high, looking far and wide, this makes my thoughts colorful, and I feel that there are more natural and artistic crystals here than the "emerald" in the garden. Let's take the fourth road down the mountain. Walking in the "Eighteen Dishes" forest, the crisp laughter came intermittently from the depths of the forest, and I felt that I was in the artistic conception of "not seeing people in the mountains, only hearing their voices". Suddenly I remembered Li Bai's poem: "Looking back, I saw my way, lying in layers of shadows." From this, I have a deep feeling about the green of this mountain park. The last tourist attraction is Cuijing Lake. Cui here will be more active! Saying "quiet" is really quiet. It is located in the middle of a valley, surrounded by mountains. It seems to have nothing to do with the whole tourist-like garden. Walk around the shore of the lake and look back at random. The scenery around you is not only green but also green. The weeping willows are green, the hazel trees are green, and the dense Cooper and Gu Song soar into the sky with extraordinary momentum. From one side of the lake to the other, tourists are looming between green and miniature.

At this moment, I am really sure that the green of this mountain park is unparalleled. If a mountain hotel is built in the garden, so that those lingering tourists can stay and enjoy the night in the mountains, I think many people will applaud it. Excerpt from: Voyager 1980 No.65438 +0

Xiangshan hongye

Yang Shuo

It is said that the red leaves of Xiangshan are the strongest autumn colors in Beijing. I'd be happy to see them. On the day I went, the weather was fine and Gao Shuang was sunny. It couldn't be better. As luck would have it, I found an uncle Si Liu as a guide. Uncle Si Liu lives at the foot of the Western Hills. I worked as a tour guide for 40 years in my early years. Now he is 77 years old and his back is straight and tough.

First, we invited Uncle Si Liu to a small country restaurant for dinner. A few dishes of game and half a glass of ale, the old man's words came. He said slowly, "Xiangshan has no other advantages, but it is high." As soon as you enter the gate, the threshold is as flat as the top of Yuquan Mountain. The terrain is high, the air is fresh, and talents love it. People come for an outing in spring, summer for summer, and autumn-a friend who travels with me eagerly asks, "I wonder if the red leaves on the mountain are red?"

Uncle Si Liu said, "Not yet. The southern district is sunny, so it's time to have a red one first. "

So after dinner, we asked Uncle Si Liu to take us up the hill along the south slope. What a quiet place. Gu Song Cooper was planted on both sides of the mountain road along the Stone Mountain Road, blocking the sunshine. I heard that walking in the shade on dog days, there is no sweat.

Uncle Si Liu crossed his hands on his stomach and walked ahead unhurriedly. He always said slowly, "there is nothing in this place, and there is a barren hill behind it." Only a rich man hired a worker to farm and raise pigs for him. Pour pig food into one

A broken stone trough, but a little food can't be eaten by pigs. The worker felt a little strange. He put a few copper coins in the stone trough, but he couldn't get enough money, so he knew it was a cornucopia. When it's time to calculate the work account, the workers want nothing but this slot. How much can a broken stone trough cost? The rich man was happy to give him a favor and gave it to him. The stone trough was too heavy for workers to carry up the mountain, so they dug a pit and buried it. For fear of forgetting the location, they put a pine tree and a cypress tree in it as markers, and went home to find someone to help carry it. Who knows, when I look back, there are countless pines and cypresses all over the mountain. Speaking of this, the old man sighed: "This is really a living mountain. Where there are mountains, there is water, where there is water, there are veins, and where there are veins, there are seedlings. No wonder some people say that there is a cornucopia buried below. "

At this time, Uncle Si Liu took us into a very elegant courtyard with two springs and the word "Shuang Qing" engraved on the stone wall. The old man said around the spring, "I haven't been up the mountain for ten years." Why is there a monument missing? " I remember the inscription on the tablet was' Dreams Drive Spring'. "Then tell us a story, saying that an emperor in the Yuan Dynasty came to patrol the mountains, and he was tired. He slept here, dreaming that he was sitting in a boat and the waves were rolling under his feet. When he woke up, he told people to dig his feet, and sure enough, a spring came out. This is the origin of "dreaming to catch spring".

Uncle Si Liu smiled again and said, "These are all rural slang. You don't have to believe how I heard and said it. " Listening to this old man with white beard telling some bizarre legends, you will find Xiangshan more charming and mythical. We won't be so disappointed, but we must say that we don't believe it. It's just all the way up the mountain. Why can't you even see a red leaf?

We climbed the mountain pavilion and looked east. This is really a beautiful scene. The vast Hebei plain is in front of us, and our Beijing is hidden in the depths of the smoke trees. It's also wonderful. The Kunming Lake, which was originally a little charming, looks like a basin of clear water. Wanshou Mountain and Foxiang Pavilion are just ornamental bonsai. We all forgot to see the red leaves. Red leaves are on the high hillside, full of eyes, half yellow and half red, which is very interesting. It's a pity that the leaves are red with water. If it is red and the sun shines, how thick the color should be.

I looked at the red leaves and asked, "What kind of tree is this? Why not elephant maple leaf? "

Uncle Si Liu said, "It's a maple leaf. This is called mangrove forest. " He pointed to the tree by the roadside and said, "Look, it's that kind of tree."

The mangrove leaves on the roadside are not red yet, so we didn't pay attention. I went over and picked one. The leaves were round, only the veins were a little red.

I don't want to shout, "Oh, dear! Still fragrant. " Send the leaves to your nose and smell them. It gives off a faint scent of medicine. Another companion also sniffed and cried, "Oh dear! It's incense No wonder it's called Xiangshan. "

Uncle Si Liu also said slowly, "It smells good. How come I haven't heard of it since I was a tour guide for forty years? "

My old man, I don't know much about your past lives, but from the dense lines on your face, I can guess that you are a weather-beaten person. Your heart used to be bitter, how can you smell the fragrance of red leaves? I'm not sure about your life today, but you see, an old man of such a big age is not in a hurry and out of breath when climbing a mountain. He seems unhappy, but we always fall behind and can't keep up. An old man with such a relaxed rhythm should also relax. Can he not smell the red leaves? In the fragrance of red leaves all over the mountain, Uncle Si Liu showed us the scenery of Xiangshan, such as "Senyuchan", "Xishan Snow" and Zhao Temple. It was near dusk when we went down the mountain. Looking up, I saw a half-curved Bai Yue in the eastern sky. A companion suddenly remembered and said, "Is it Chongyang today?" Looking through the newspaper with me, it turned out to be the second day of Chongyang. Our autumn outing should be an old custom of climbing mountains. Some people think that not seeing good red leaves is a fly in the ointment. I picked a more valuable red leaf and hid it in my heart. This is not an ordinary red leaf, it is a red leaf that has been beaten by wind and rain in life. The older you get, the redder you get. Needless to say, I mean Uncle Si Liu.

Xiangshan Mountain in Winter

Liang Heng

If it is not official business, who will come to Xiangshan in this freezing season? But then again, if I didn't come at this time, how could I know the character of Xiangshan?

After a three-day meeting, I lived in a villa in the park. It is also a satisfaction to have such a big park for us to enjoy. I go sightseeing as soon as I get up in the morning. I came here in spring, here is the world of flowers; I have been here in summer, and it is a cloudy world. I have been here in autumn, and it is a world of red leaves. And these three seasons are full of tourists, in the final analysis, it is a world of one person. All kinds of clothes, southern accents and northern accents are full of mountain roads and forests. Now, there are no flowers, no leaves, no red, no green, and not many people. What an empty Xiangshan, what a clean world.

In the past, the roadside was lined with lilacs, thick green leaves and white or purple flowers; Now there are only taupe branches left, and some empty shells have bounced off their heads. In the past, there were layers of shrubs on the hillside, flashing their frost-red leaves, like clouds of flames, rolling in the autumn wind; Now, from a distance, it is gray, and its shape is almost integrated with stone and soil, so it is difficult to find its sound and appearance. Once upon a time, the trees were covered with green grass and wool spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain; Now they either wither in the crevices, or are swept away by the wind and gather under the roots. If autumn comes to the bottom, winter is the time when vegetation disappears and rocks appear. Looking at the ghost at the foot of the mountain and the top of the mountain, the dark stone cliffs and winding stone roads are vivid. Even the boulders on the roadside seemed to catch my eye suddenly, and I had never met them. As you can imagine, when the autumn harvest begins and the winter snow is about to fall, the mountain feels that the burden of the three seasons is about to go away, so it shakes its broad shoulders against the cold wind and shakes off the soft branches and leaves attached to it; Once the gate is closed again, those endless idlers will start; Then sit still, look down at the sky and enjoy the peace quietly. I am now stepping into this virtual world. When Su Shi visited Chengtian Temple in the dead of night, he felt that the temple was as quiet as water. Today, I went to Xiangshan in winter. It was as fresh as a vacuum.

Compared with spring and summer, the pine and cypress on this mountain remain unchanged. As soon as I got out of the back door of the villa, there were more than a dozen pine trees with thick arms that went straight into the sky. The trunk is thick, strong, smooth and straight, and it is not until the end of the treetops that a few vigorous branches are stretched out, and bundles of pine needles are hung on the branches, no matter how green. At the moment, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east, but it becomes silent as it passes through the pine branches. I wandered under the tree, leaned against the stone, looked at the red sun and pine, and my heart was peaceful and peaceful, as if I were nirvana. I think my chest is in Xuruo Mountain Valley, my head is hanging on a mirror, and people and mountains are one. At this time, I only feel the majestic mountains and pines, which are the only two things left in Xiangshan in winter. In addition to pine trees, some new pine trees were planted on the roadside, with oily green needles, as if they were completely unaware of the season outside. Accompanied by pine, cypress and bamboo. The cypress stands on the roadside or protrudes from the rocks, dense and dense, echoing the pine trees. Bamboo is at the foot of the mountain under the eaves, flourishing, making some bedding at a distance. Look at the withered grass and branches under them. Look at the red sun and blue sky above them. Look at the stone road swept by the mountain wind, and you will understand the pride of pine trees. It will not shrink its neck because of cold, nor will it feel inferior and ashamed because there are few people. I am surprised that people are so curious, why didn't they think of coming to Xiangshan to see the images of pines and cypresses after autumn and winter?

Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking back at the distant haze, the pavilions are faint, the rocks at the foot are rushing, the pines and cypresses are overgrown, there are no flowers or grass, and the color is grayish brown. What a natural focus ink landscape. Jiao Mo's brushwork is to use ink instead of color, so don't hide it, but keep its essence. Look at this mountain. With the help of the season, it gave up the fragrance of lilacs, the beautiful image of fragrant grass, the fiery red of maple trees and the support of tourists. Leaving only evergreen pines and cypresses as their mountain souls. The mountain road is quiet and deserted. As I walked, I thought about it and compared the gains from several trips to Xiangshan. Spring came, I saw her charm, summer came, I saw her fullness, autumn came, I saw her grace, but winter came, I was lucky enough to see her backbone. After reviewing and thinking, she resolutely put away those fleeting flowers, leaving only this stout bone and vast sense of justice. With this backbone, she will strive for better flowers, better leaves and more eternal fragrance in the coming year.

Xiangshan, this refreshing winter!

(Liang Heng's prose collection "Looking for Crossroads")

Lotus Prose Part II: Prose Poems Adapted from Wu Xinyi's Imagination

Imaginative rewriting of Wu Xinyi's prose

Author: ice and snow

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.

This is a five-line poem by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, which has been passed down through the ages.

The flute sounds very light, just like the drunken wind in April, which is intoxicating. Quiet, quiet, that pool of spring water is wrinkled and rippled. The wind blows and everything wakes up. Even the unknown hibiscus flowers in the deep mountains can't help being as gentle and lovely as the wind. Like a stunning and delicate beauty, she shyly explored a sandy jade hand, trying to feel the breeze and make a petal feel comfortable.

The flute is getting worse and worse. I don't know when the crystal curtain in front of the beauty has been opened. Hibiscus flowers are as beautiful as drunkenness, with peach blossoms on their faces and petals stretching more and more.

At this time, there was a "clank" of the piano, which made people clear. The petals of hibiscus flowers stretch, like graceful beauty, standing gracefully, but still lazy. They greeted the clear moonlight with that little face, and the moonlight shone on the peach blossom face, like watching the waterscape in the smoke, which had a special taste. Hibiscus flowers are also blooming better and better, and their eyes are full of deep and shallow red, as if the peach color on the cheeks of a beauty is like lips. What do you think of this situation? Have you all done that?

The piano is sonorous, and finally, hibiscus flowers are in full bloom. Instantly, like a stunning beauty, I suddenly look back under the light of the moon. The fragrance is attractive, not blue musk deer, the ring is jingling, the skirt is raised, a pair of delicate feet are like frost, my hands are lightly brushed against my temples, my eyes are good, the pear vortex is looming, and my smile is smart.

Intoxicated, the flute sound faded away, and the guqin sound faded away. Only a wisp of crying flute was heard, and the night was dark. I want to cool my bones and change my beautiful sadness. If I see hibiscus flowers in full bloom, but the night wind is out of place, I will have the first piece of red. Alas ~ ~ ~ ~ Who is in the dark, I only sigh and cry. The flute is even worse, which makes people feel resentful and eager to try. It's a pity. Just hibiscus flowers in your deep mountains. This is like the peerless beauty in However, She Lives Alone in an Empty Valley, which is Dont Ask For Help's happiness.

At this time, the flute sounded silently again, as clear and melodious as ever, like a dark turn of the eyes, unable to say it. Who says beauty is dying? Can this ups and downs replace your peerless elegance? Does that drooling fountain sing for your own beauty? Is that frost moon the last witness of your peerless beauty? Everyone, no matter who, is looking forward to your flowery smile.

That flute is getting lighter and lighter, as if afraid of disturbing the dream of the young man who has lived for three generations? The ancient rhyme of Tang dynasty

Does it also gurgle into your heart and mine?

Looking back faintly, the figure of that beautiful woman has gone away and disappeared in Song Yuzhong of tang style. The misty rain and apricot blossoms are also cold, not to mention the Zen hibiscus flowers.