Traveling ｜ Wei Siyu: Aoyama enters dreams

Text/Wei Siyu

Summer, night.

The breeze passed through the flower of the bougainvillea, brushed through the vines of the sacrum, with the sweetness of sweetness, gently greeting everything in the twilight.

Xi Bao was quietly lying on my shoulder, looking up at the stars, and asked softly, "Mom, what is the golden top? Is the golden top golden?" I didn't answer, but I looked at the deepness of the night to the night. At the point. It was the direction of the mountain. It was wearing night clothes, and it was integrated with the heavens and the earth.

What can I tell my children? Is it a naughty and domineering macaques, or is it a solemn and towering Zen Temple? Is it the landscape of the Xiongshou, or the mysterious nature? It is really difficult to choose, it seems that everything is a peep of the leopard in the tube. Simply, just say nothing, wait for her to discover it herself.

"Let's make a game. After going up the mountain tomorrow, you carefully observe what there is on Mount Emei. Look at who finds much more, okay?" My proposal made the child look forward to the next journey. Sink into a dream.

The flowing water, the birds are squeezing, and the cool breeze of the nose wrapped in the fragrance of the grass and trees. A excitement pulled me out of the muddy world, and I was shocked by a new situation around me. Towering the ancient trees stretched the torso deliberately, sprinkled with lush and lush and cool. The stone steps covered with blue moss, which leads to the octagonal pavilion of the eaves bucket arched between the peak circuit. In the stone gap between the boulder under the pavilion, there is a mountain spring coming out, the waves splash, the waves are burst into the water. The rocks like a cow, rubbing out a piece of broken jade.

This is where? In doubt, a monk chanted the verse and did not enter the forest. A good sentence, "Washing the water and waving the sound of the sound", lingering in the heart and forest.

Along the tortuous mountain road, the layers of tea gardens spread it between the mountainside, and the soft Lan mist kissed the leaf tip lightly, which changed the crystal clear clear dew. The wind came, jumped into a monopoly tea field, and shocked ripples. A long tea party, in the clouds and mist, opened slowly, flipped the hand, worshiped Qi Qi, the tea fragrance overflowed, and the Zen tea with "the dust was exhausted, the turbidity of the world," Deep meaning.

Crossing the cable -wide mixed forest belt at an altitude of 2200 meters, the virgin forest was shyly hidden on both sides of the road. The thick fir stood on the side of the road, and the tall branches supported a quiet and quiet, quietly greeted the passengers of contacts.

Turning around a gorge bend, the high and low alpine rhododendrons opened the time, and it was brilliant and blooming. This is really the intention of the natural artist. How can it make the green canvas so bright and moving? As a "plant living fossil", Tong Tong also scattered playfully between the dense forest mountains. Although the flowering period has passed, the unique leaves are still unforgettable. I can't help but imagine how spectacular and beautiful the "white pigeons" flying in the winged winged when they bloom.

Through the layer of tree shadows, the towering mountains are faintly visible. The peaks and mountains are stacked, endless, flowing clouds, magnificent, and the "leaders of the mountain" are calm at a glance. The golden light under the clouds rushed towards the velvet -like mountains, leaving a deep or light light spot, the shadow followed the clouds, the light was strange, and it changed.

"West Dang Tai Bai has a bird road, which can be ejaculated on the top of Emei." At the end of the mountain road of three times and nine, it is Golden Ding. It is impressed by the prayer from all directions, the brilliant temples, the solemn Buddhist temple, the incense, and the bells, let the people who live in Fan cage religiously accept the baptism of the soul.

On the top of the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, collided, crowded, and all the cliffs, mountain streams, and rolling mountains were hidden into the dense clouds. The tideline above the Yun Tao, when the hidden time is like the island of the sea, the sails of the ship, like dreams, it is fascinating and imaginative.

"There are many fairy mountains in the Shu Kingdom, Emei is difficult to make. You can see that you can see it?" The familiar chanting echoed again, as if the previous monk, turned around nothingness.

"Mom, get up, say that you can climb Mount Emei today ..." A rushing child sound came. climb mountains? Isn't it the top of Emei at this moment? In the middle of my eyes, I opened my eyes, and the wind was clear outside the window. Looking back, the child was standing beside him, and his clear eyes straight into his heart, full of excitement and expectations.

Emei Qingshan is there, why did I have entered the dream?

【About the Author】

Wei Siyu, loves literature, has articles to see newspapers and periodicals at all levels.

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