In late autumn in Lin'an, the fog is wet and sticks to the face.
There are several of us, including Lao Ma, Lao Cao, Lao Mao and me, walking along the moss on the stone steps toward the heights of Tianmu Mountain. They say they are going to visit friends, but in reality they are escaping, escaping from those texts, those meetings, and the inescapable daily life. There are big trees everywhere on both sides of the mountain road. They are so thick that they are beyond imagination. Standing under them is like a child who accidentally entered the land of giants.
I suddenly thought, how long have they been standing here?
They already existed when the old man Qianlong came. The ministers followed closely, and the sedan chair swayed. He looked up at the tree, took off his jade belt and circled it in a circle, and casually awarded him the title of "King of the Big Tree". Oh, the king of the world, give the tree a royal title. Are trees rare? It has witnessed the disputes and wars of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, experienced the mist of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and seen how many people who claimed to be kings passed by its feet. The bones of those people have turned to dust, but it still stands upright.
The tree doesn't care.
So what if you touch the emperor's hand?
The cedar tree that was crowned king later died.
According to the legend among the people, its skin has the effect of curing diseases. It is peeled off bit by bit. After years of continuous peeling, it will eventually be skinned to death. It was not until the 1930s that it finally evolved into a tree that had dried up and withered, standing there dryly, just like a huge ironic thing, existing like this.
In the circle that Qianlong surrounded, I heard that there is still a trace of depression along the tree trunk. But the tree is dead, so what significance does the dent have?
I stretched out my hand to touch the dead bark. It was as rough as the back of the old man's hand. What is surprising is that inside the dead tree trunk, there is actually a brand new small cedar tree that grew in the 1970s, and now it is as thick as an arm. Lao Ma was smoking a cigarette next to him and muttered: "This is life in this way.".
Yes, fate. The tree dies and the tree lives again. The emperor has been dead for hundreds of years and there is nothing left behind.
earth's only son
Go forward and see the "only begotten son of the earth" - Tianmu Iron Wood.
On the earth, there are only five plants left in the entire range, and they are all here, exactly five. Looking at the entire earth, there are more than seven billion people living here. However, where such a huge number of people live, there are only these five trees. Lao Cao slowly came closer to take a look, and lowered his voice and said: "Let's avoid making any noise for the time being to prevent it from frightening it."
I wanted to laugh, but didn't.
What he said was correct. At this moment, one should remain quiet. There are some objects that are so precious that when you get close to them, you have to breathe a little more gently. Just like those very common sentences written - when you stand here, you are not looking at the tree, but the tree is staring at you. They have gone through a long time. In their eyes, our only life journey may be just a gust of wind, a rain, and the time it takes for a leaf to sprout and fall to the ground.
Ginkgo, the five generations living under the same roof, and ironwood, the only child
interesting.
You see, there is the ginkgo tree called "Five Generations Under One Roof" over there. It is just a tree, but five generations of grandparents and grandchildren are squeezed together tightly together; it has lived like this lively for more than 10,000 years. Looking at the iron trees here, there are only five iron trees left in a deserted state; they are separated by an extremely long distance from each other, and no one is next to each other.
Trees, like people, each have their own way of living.
Previously, Xiao Mao was walking very fast and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come and take a look at this tree! It's so strong that it's beyond imagination!" We hurriedly caught up with it, and several people stretched their arms to try to encircle it, but we were still a long way off. The tree sign indicates that the tree species is cryptomeria, and it is more than two thousand years old. After two thousand years. It had been standing here as early as the Qin Dynasty, it was still there during the Han Dynasty, it still existed during the Tang Dynasty, it also did not disappear during the Qing Dynasty, and it still remains today.
Lao Mao suddenly said: "I wish I were a tree."
Lao Ma puffed out his cigarette: "You? You couldn't even reach Wuliting Pavilion before you were chopped down and used as firewood."
We all laugh. The laughter startled a few birds, which flew deeper into the forest.
Clouds and mist play chess with mountains
As we walked higher up, the fog became thicker.
On the opposite side, no one can be seen, only the sound of breathing can be heard. There is water all over the stone steps and it is very slippery, so you need to be extra careful every step you take. Those poems with the lines of "Thousands of peaks kowtow" and "Ten thousand people come to court" appear particularly funny when shrouded in fog - since you can't see anything, why are you kowtowing? What are you praying to?
Fog is fog, covering up all the pretended magnificence.
When we were going down the mountain, on the way through a mountain shed, there was an old man who was cooking a spring and playing chess. We stood there and watched for a long time, but he did not raise his head and just continued to play chess. His opponent was just an empty chair.
Lao Cao whispered: "This is the immortal."
Before I made a sound, I recalled the line in the poem "The woodcutter sighed while guarding the tree." As a young man chopping wood, guarding the big tree, what on earth was he sighing about? Is the sigh tree too big to be cut down? Are you lamenting your own bad luck? Or sigh that every tree on the mountain can survive longer than itself?
It's getting dark. We walked back.
The forest gradually darkened, but the big trees now became clearer. They stood next to each other, all standing upright. I recalled that the information mentioned that there is a saying in Tianmu Mountain that "big trees and canopies cover Kyushu". However, at this moment, there was no canopy, and there was no smell of Kyushu. There were only a few ancient trees, a few old friends who had known each other for many years, and the sound of cold wind blowing one after another.
It will last for thousands of years.
Even if it doesn't dry up after thousands of years, so what? Still standing in this place, looking at groups of people walking towards the mountain, coming down from the mountain, writing poems and expressing emotions, and then disappeared.
But they are still there.
That's enough.
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