In my hometown, there are two or three sunny days and rainy days in the rice sickle season in late July every year, just like the natural landscape of "spring comes and children change".

After a storm comes a calm, the lush Yuping Mountain rises, and the fog fills the air, Xia Wei.

After several alternation of sunny and rainy days, the biological strains under the moist and abundant vegetation in the mountains grow slowly and spread rapidly. Within a few days, many colorful mushrooms with umbrellas arched in the grass one after another, attracting villagers to come in droves.

In particular, the "60-tooth" mushroom, which is very similar in color to this mushroom and has just 60 folds on the back, has a particularly strong reproductive ability. Squeeze like a tile, and get close to keep warm like a ball.

I heard that there was a middle-aged woman in her forties in the village, and one day she found a nest of "60-toothed" mushrooms in the ravine. Being in heaven, the harvest is piled up like a mountain, and the vegetable basket can't hold it. I can't wrap it without pulling off my headscarf. I am afraid that I will be stolen in the mountains, but I am reluctant to give it to my companions.

After much deliberation, I finally had to bite the bullet and take off my coarse cloth. She blushed and went shirtless. She quickly poured the remaining mushrooms on her clothes and tied them with two sleeves.

Then, with a basket in one hand and a big bag in the other, he trotted home like a thief hiding. ...

Fortunately, it is late summer and early autumn, the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, and mushrooms have no weight.

Come when you're scared. Although the village is not big and the distance is not far, it was hit by a nice guy.

As a result, the news that so-and-so's wife took off her clothes and wore mushrooms spread like the wind, which became the talk after dinner.

However, everyone can understand the situation of material shortage, hard life and lack of necessities at that time.

When I was a child, I heard a magical and horrible story about picking mushrooms in my hometown Yuping Mountain.

On the hillside of Yuping Mountain, there is a "Xiange" temple with white walls and tiles, which is particularly prominent in the shade.

Legend has it that there is an unfathomable water pool next to this temple, surrounded by weeds. There are dead leaves floating on the surface of the pool water, and the pool water is rusty and has a copper-green light.

But in such a pool of stagnant water, there is a python with a small bucket, lying down during the day and coming out at night.

Said someone saw it come out and move. When crossing the forest, it is like a hurricane. The ground shook and rattled, young trees fell, big trees shook, leaves were colorful, and birds and animals fled in panic.

The man was frightened and ran home in despair. ...

In other words, one year is the mushroom picking season in early autumn. One morning, the waning moon on the horizon is like a hook, the moonlight is like a wash, and a clear glow is sprinkled all over the earth.

A woman was carrying a girl with a round bamboo basket in her hand. Taking advantage of the hazy dawn, Yu Yu walked alone to the deep mountain forest.

On the mountain, the twilight is gray, the white dew is frost, the fog is faint, and the surrounding scenery is blurred. The woman stepped on the wet thatched path in the morning dew and came to the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I saw a big stump like a millstone on the grass. Silver-gray rings like wrinkled fish scales on the stump are faintly discernible.

Women who just want to find mushrooms early don't think much. She hurriedly took off her suspenders, gently put her little daughter who was still sleeping on the stump, and walked away with her basket.

Maybe she is glad that she came early and the mountain was empty; Maybe she looked around and walked away unconsciously; Maybe she met the "60-tooth" mushroom group, enjoyed it, got carried away, and didn't hear anything around.

At this time, there was a loud crow in the village, and the sky in the east gradually showed a fish-belly gray, and the mountains were clearly visible.

As she wished, she quickly found a basket of mushrooms.

But when she excitedly returned to her original place, she was shocked. Her daughter is gone!

She was caught off guard and broke into a cold sweat. She was about to open her mouth to call her daughter. When she looked intently, she saw the scene in front of her, her scalp was numb, she was shaking and she was dumbfounded.

She pretended to be calm, stared at the front, gritted her teeth, held her breath, grabbed the vines with both hands and stepped back.

It turns out that the residual limb is still there, but there is a terrible triangular snake head in the middle, which is angular.

A pair of small black eyes emit cold light, and the abrupt cheekbones vibrate, as if chewing something in the mouth.

There are two black letters floating in the mouth of the blood basin, and a scarlet slender forked tongue is licking the bloody corners of the mouth up and down, making a slight squeak;

In the bulging skin, the daughter's red is faintly revealed. ...

She fought back her grief and dared not cry or speak loudly. She was afraid that the long snake would wake up and follow her. I climbed down the hill and ran for my life in panic.

She was listless and stumbled home, with long hair and rags, beating her chest, hitting her head against the wall and crying. From then on, I didn't think about sleep, and I looked trance and gaunt. ...

The story is thrilling and lifelike, as if it had really happened. This made my hair stand on end, and it hung over my heart like a shadow from now on.

Therefore, I am afraid of Baixianting Temple. Stay away from it or take a detour and never go near it.

Is there that eerie pool and that man-eating boa constrictor on Yuping Mountain? This is still a mystery, no one knows.

However, day after day, year after year, the villagers went to Yuping Mountain to cut wood, pick mushrooms and berries as usual, and plant crops, vegetables and beans at the foot of the mountain. Everything is safe and sound, and it is gradually put down.

This story, which has never been seen by anyone but passed down from generation to generation, must be a kind warning and advice from our hometown ancestors to future generations: don't be too greedy in everything, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

Two.

I haven't been back to my mother's house for several years since my mother died of illness. A week before the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, my sister-in-law invited me back from the city to visit my mother's grave.

The next morning, my brother and I went up the mountain together, and what we saw and heard along the way really surprised me.

Once upon a time, from the back door to the foot of the mountain, it was a bumpy cobblestone path. From the foot of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it is a bumpy mountain road, with mixed gravel and slag, and thorns and vines on both sides.

Now it's a big change. A spacious, flat and clean cement road runs from the front of the village to the mountain.

There was a woman cleaner on the road, pulling a cart in one hand and holding a broom in the other, cleaning up the garbage on the road and in the ditch at any time.

The newly-built villa at the foot of the mountain is straight to the point, green and lush, with fragrant seasons and fresh air. It is a livable place for a better life.

As the remaining vein of Daiyun Mountain in Fujian, Yuping Mountain is surrounded by mountains on three sides and is long and majestic. On the mountain, the flowers are long and the grass is long, the trees are dense, the birds contend and the temples win glory.

In front of Meixi Village at the foot of the mountain, jade belts are shining and water waves are rippling. Mountains and rivers set each other off into interest. It is a good place for "Yuping Bibo fans, Xianshan Temple drunk".

A few years ago, with the support of county, town and village departments and the support of rural sages, a distinctive ecological park was built.

The monument of Yuping Mountain Forest Park can be seen impressively.

"Climbing the mountain to keep fit, refresh your mind and broaden your horizons.

Talk about the sky with elegance and enjoy the scenery with a broad mind! "

This couplet, written by my brother Fan Fei, outlines the villagers' good mood of climbing mountains to keep fit, looking far, enjoying the scenery of Yuping Mountain, chanting poems, chatting and relaxing.

Huang's paintings and calligraphy are hung on the wall of a land temple next to it.

On the mural, a red sun rises in the East China Sea of Ran Ran, the waves roll, and the raptors leap out of the sea.

Next to the two fan-shaped calligraphy, on the left is the "Song of Transplanting" written by the bag monk:

"Fukuda hold hands in the young crops, lower the head to see the water.

Six clean roots make rice, backward is forward. "

It means that farmers plant rice, hold a handful of green seedlings in their hands, bow their heads and bend down, and insert the seedlings upside down in the paddy field step by step. What they see in their eyes is the blue sky reflected in the water.

This retreat-for-progress transplanting means that if we can always be patient and take a step back, we can continue to move forward on the journey of seeking Tao.

On the right is a copy of the poet Huang Mengxiong, who wandered to the "Xianting Temple" in Yuping Mountain and wrote a poem:

"Ancient temple Longxing regardless of years, Hirayama Huan Cui Yan Feng.

The Vatican Palace has three arches and a small extension, and the Dan well has a round culvert.

It's easy to read in the morning after the rain, and it's easy to read Zen at night while watching rattan couch on the moon.

Ask the poem beside the firewood pavilion, and leave a fragrant fire for a thousand years. "

Cement Panshan Road extends forward through the top of mother's grave. Trees on both sides of the street welcomed them and slowly spiraled up.

Walking leisurely on the road, the mountain breeze is blowing gently and the morning glow is shining, just as the poet Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty described in Chai Lu: "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. Sunlight enters the Woods and reflects from the green moss to me. "

Halfway through, Mr. Village Sage built the "Five Stone Pavilion" and "Pavilion" to commemorate Huang, the father of traditional Chinese medicine who saved lives all his life.

Turn a corner and climb a slope, and a beautiful and exquisite pavilion appears in front of you, hidden in beautiful trees.

In the early years, there was a simple pavilion built with thatched tree trunks by the narrow path, where the woodcutter could rest and shelter from the rain, or pedestrians could inquire about the road ahead of the woodcutter and ask the names of exotic flowers, rare birds and mushrooms on the mountain.

Now it has been changed into a pavilion, which is more humanistic and warmer. As the name implies, it is called "Qiaoqiao Pavilion".

Not long after it was built, the meaningful "Qiaoqiao Pavilion" was decorated with red flowers, a small round table and several exquisite drum chairs, which was smooth, neat and elegant.

Invite three or five friends to climb the mountain, where they can have a rest, have tea and chat, play chess, read books and read newspapers. Xu Lai breeze, leaves rustling, birds chirping. Comfortable and comfortable, prolong life.

The poem "A pavilion is full of romance, thinking of sages, and pines all around." Scenes blend and everything falls silent.

Behind a stone tablet, Yuping Mountain Fairy Temple asked Qiaoting:

"Yuping Mountain is named after the lush peak forest. It is said that the seven fairies came down to this mountain and stopped, and there was a fairy pavilion. Ma, Ge and Cai Xianniang suggested that a temple was built here, commonly known as the "Fairy Temple". Zuo Youwen, Qiao Ting and Single Crystal were both built or repaired on behalf of Xiang Xian, and the incense lasted for more than 1000 years. In 2004, Mr. and Mrs. Zheng Zuyi, Huang Meizhen and their sons Zheng Changmin and Zheng Changhua led the villagers to donate huge sums of money to rebuild Shenxian Temple, which Huang Changxing made great efforts to build. Above the stone platform in Ji Feng, there are towering temples, roads and bridges, and cement 1000 meters, which is beneficial to the people and ten parties. In 20 16, a super typhoon struck, flash floods broke out and roads were damaged. Zheng Zuyi, his wife, his wife, and Huang Qiaoying donated nearly one million yuan to open up mountains, build dams and land, hire skilled craftsmen, and rebuild the ancient pavilion of Wenqiao with bluestone. Huang Xinran, former deputy secretary of Fujian Provincial Party Committee, named this pavilion "Wenqiao Pavilion", and all the scholars gathered together to make it glow again and become a scenic spot. I want to tell you that this stone is a long-term ambition.

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? 202 1 Mar. 3, 2008

There are dozens of steps next to the stone tablet, and there is a square "Dan well" just dug at the top. The spring water gurgles out, which is sweet and refreshing. For monks and tourists in the temple to drink.

Three.

Yuping Mountain is winding and picturesque. In the past, it was said that the water pool infested by pythons and the adjacent white "Xiange Temple" had disappeared, but it was replaced by a brand-new "Xiange Temple". We looked at the green trees around your village, covering an area of 600 square meters, which was magnificent and dazzling.

Boarding Gaoxian Temple, standing in front of the temple, overlooking the railing and seeing the pastoral scenery under the blue sky and white clouds;

The mountains overlap and surround, and the layers of forests are dyed and green everywhere; Nearby, the trees are swaying and the branches and leaves are within reach. There is a "dangerous building", hundreds of feet high, and hands can pick stars. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of disturbing people ";

In the center of the hall, it is red and green. A newly planted bauhinia tree, "The wind blows the bauhinia tree, and the color is in spring and dusk", with not so thick and Wolong-like branches, is trying to climb the flower stand.

Presumably, in the spring red season next year, bauhinia will be luxuriant in foliage and flowers, one after another, in a string, and you will be packed. Coupled with those potted plants, there will be willows on the wall of Quanai Palace, which will be colorful, fragrant, butterflies flying and brilliant!

Not far away, there is a mountain stream flowing through the Dan well, dripping with jade liquid, colorful and surrounded; The branches of the oriole cuckoo are calling for friends and chirping.

It is really "living alone in the grass stream, and the orioles sing deep in the trees." It's so exciting to be there!

Because of my hometown Tazhuang, lion head rock is in the east of the exit, and Xiangshan is in the west, which is the so-called lion elephant mouth. Meixi River runs through it, like a jade belt, and Yuping Mountain is like a barrier. Therefore, San Francisco made this couplet:

"Like Xu Xingfeng setting up a jade screen,

Fierce lions are surrounded by water rings. "

Also as an intermediate link:

"Fa Xian Ling Weihong Enshi people,

Mother's heart is full of love and prosperity. "

Brother San Francisco also made the following two couplets to praise the fairy temple in Yuping Mountain:

"Xiange has beautiful scenery.

The empress is full of lights. "

"Beautiful and quiet fairyland,

Zhen Guozhen is sincere. "

It is said that on the fifteenth day of every month, incense is very popular here, and believers come from all directions to burn incense and worship Buddha. And once a month for dinner, people come and go, very lively.

An old man in his seventies lived in the Fairy Mother Temple and became a monk halfway. His dharma name is Shi Honger. The inscription was written by him.

He said he was from Fuzhou. Ten years ago, when I traveled here, I saw that Feng Long in Tazhuang is a treasure trove of geomantic omen, surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing water on one side, with beautiful scenery, outstanding people and simple folk customs, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

There are many trees on the mountain. Throughout the year, flowers are flying red, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, quiet and beautiful. This is a good place to live, so I will stay happily. If I don't want to live, I don't want to leave.

That morning, we went up the mountain to the temple early, and saw him calling a motorcycle master with his mobile phone, saying that he would buy him breakfast, a bowl of pot stickers, a fried dough stick and a meat bag. I also bought a pack of Yangchun Lamian Noodles, a catty of meat and a Chinese cabbage.

He said that if you need anything, just turn on your mobile phone and someone will help him bring it up. Anyway, it is convenient for people to climb mountains here every day.

Not long after, a motorcycle crashed into it with a bang. If this were put aside in the past, it would be a fable, and I dare not even think about it.

At ordinary times, I also feel the pulse, massage the patients, receive a little reward, and live a poor and quiet life.

Nowadays, many villagers collectively climb mountains to exercise every morning and evening. From time to time, cars and motorcycles carry people directly to the mountains. Crowds, cars, up and down, very lively.

The merit tablet in front of the main hall records the deeds of many rural sages who generously contributed to the construction of Xianniang Temple. They are far-sighted, contributing money, contributing to the present and benefiting the future, which is commendable!

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(To be continued)