On the way to the Stone Forest in Ganxian County, I glanced at a mound on the side of the road with the corner of my eye. I wonder if it is the burial tomb of Ganling, and it stopped in the village next to the mound. This mound is not big, about six or seven meters high. Walking around, I didn't see anything that could identify me except the grass, only found a pile of suspected ancient bricks in the north. When I walked through the thorns, the spikes of Bidens bipinnata hung all over my legs. Qingshui and Yingying said that this is a mother-in-law needle. Suddenly, I remembered the night shortly after my grandmother died. Bob was carrying a lantern, followed by me and my brother. Turn left three times around grandma's grave and turn right three times, muttering: mom, let's go home. Later I learned that this ceremony was called? Soul, please? , also called what? Scared? Yes Under the night, the old and young people are as dim as beans, and the mysterious and horrible atmosphere seems to remain.

Looking from the mound, Ganxian County in the south is like a big leaf covering a corner of the plain. To the northeast is the village where we parked. The village is small, but it's neat. Uniform red tile roofs and red brick gables, there are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties in the darkness.

The top of the mound is covered with a kind of grass close to the ground, but the leaves similar to shepherd's purse are red and green, the green is a little close to brown, and the red is a little eye-catching, accounting for about half. At first glance, it is not the richness of colors, nor the pursuit of seasons, but the strength of northwest wind knives. Turning my head, I saw a purple flower dotted on the grass. After nine years, it is still as bright as spring flowers.

Two friends have been searching for the identity of Tsuzuka, and I am watching from a distance. On the road from Ganling to Sima Dao, two rows of tall Yun Song were planted. Yun Song's needles were sparse and dense, which covered most of the line of sight to the west, but I still found another mound much higher than the mound under my feet. Although it collapsed by half, there was a series of earth cliffs in the middle. I suddenly understood that this should be the magpie table marked on the floor plan of Ganling.

Several paths leading to the opposite mound were blocked by villagers with thorns. After groping for a long time, I found a farmer cutting trees in the orchard between the mound and the highway, and hurried over. Sure enough, the wooden fence of his property was locked and gently pushed open: the branch secretary was cutting down trees. My tone is full of intimacy and flattery for fear of being rejected by him. In fact, hard-working towns and villages are very enthusiastic. I asked if these two mounds were the remains of Magpie Terrace on the south side of Ganling Mountain. He said he was not sure, but the old man said it was Wu Zetian's foot. Then I looked up to the north and was suddenly enlightened. Liangshan is headed by the main peak, the east-west breast platform is milk, the left vein of Liangshan is arm, and the two magpies are feet. Really, very vivid. Suddenly, I was moved by the ignorance and simplicity of the villagers. Whether it's the monuments, the Weng Zhong, or the remains that are still spectacular, they are nothing. Man and man, man and emperor, man and spirit are always associated with a primitive complex that transcends the regime. The villagers near Ganling have always called Ganling an ancient (Guahua) slope ridge, which should be based on such amiability and cuteness.