When I was in middle school, I recited the mountain walk written by Du Mu, a poet of Tang Dynasty. Its original text: the stone path of the cold mountain is inclined from far away, and there is a family in the place where the white cloud is born. Parking sit Fenglin love, leaves be red in er yue hua. This poem is easy to understand. The teacher emphasized that the word “sitting in the evening of love Fenglin” in the poem should be understood as “because”, because of its meaning, while most readers pronounce the oblique character of stone diameter as xie (two tones), in fact, the correct pronunciation should be xia (about this knowledge, lao Bai has another essay “on the correct pronunciation of oblique in ancient poems”, which can be referred to.) If this well-known seven-word quatrains are translated into modern text, it is: the winding stone path circling for several degrees, stretching straight to the top of the mountain in late autumn. Some people are flickering in the mountains surrounded by white clouds. I stopped the car because I loved this Maple Forest Night. The frost-dyed maple leaves were even brighter than the flowers in February. Du Mu’s poem reminds me of my trip to Yunnan in 2004. It was a golden autumn in October. My five colleagues and I took a minibus from Dali to Lijiang. All the way, the Mountain Road was curved. Looking from the car window, the Green Mountains were surrounded by clouds and deep white clouds, scattered in the high and low villages among the peaks are looming, as if floating in the air. The bus meandered along the mountain road. The place where the smoke rose from the kitchen was nearly ashamed, and the beam of sunshine passing through the mountain was constantly changing, the randomly scattered houses with mud walls and green tiles shining in the mountain depression make these small villages seem a little complicated and confusing. The cattle and pigs raised near the village were looking for food leisurely. Farmers working in the village and simple and lovely children flashed from time to time, which made people feel the hazy and mysterious landscape. When the car continued to move forward and was far away from another mountain valley in the village, it was convenient for us to stop the car. In the south of the colorful clouds, there were no colorful leaves in the north, surrounded by the rich and clear vegetation washed by rain, this intoxicating color makes the whole mountain full of business. Take a few deep breaths to make the air mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers fill the chest and stomach, really feel the balmy. After this “Impression of Yunnan”, Lao Bai had several mountain tours. What impressed me deeply was the Mount Tai of Dongyue, which was directly inserted into the sky. In The Tianjie on the south gate of heaven, tourists were bustling, but I could not feel the feeling of others in the place where Baiyun was born; While Wuyi Mountain in Fujian and Qingyuan Mountain, there are only spiritual mountains and waters; As for Signal Mountain in Qingdao, Daping Mountain in Quanzhou and Tiger Mountain in Dandong, they can only be regarded as hills. I have never found the kind of parking night that loves Fenglin, frost leaves red in the leisure artistic conception of February flowers. By chance, I heard the song “deep white clouds” written by Chen Xiaoqi, written by this master who won the most outstanding musician award in China and the top ten lyrics and music writers award in China, it unfolded the thoughts of Du Mu, a famous poet in the late Tang dynasty, on the mountain journey, and wrote out extremely wonderful words and sentences: sitting at the intersection and facing the sunset, there was no home for you in the deep white clouds. You said you liked the scenery of maple forest, but actually the frost leaves were not the February flowers of that year. Getting off halfway is just a trace of concern. She always passes through stop-and-go. The long stone path echoed your lovesickness, and when you turned back, it was already a dream lost the end of the world. You can’t walk out of the painting you collected while waiting for the car. Only by rolling up the autumn color can you find your spring and summer. Why can’t you take part in the moment when you are waiting for the bus? Don’t mute your heart for an old song. Time goes through thousands of years. Deep in the white clouds, it is the sunset glow and the Maple Leaf flowing Dan. The poet Xiao Du is heroic, lofty and elegant, and writes a paean song of Kobayashi’s autumn color. While Chen Xiaoqi, a contemporary lyricist, deserves the title of a top student who graduated from Chinese department of Sun Yat-sen University. The past is the present, and the lyrics he created break through the scene of the poet traveling alone and enjoying the red autumn leaves by sitting and lying, and, echoing the lovesickness, getting off the car to see the maple forest Frost leaves, just for that trace of concern. This extended Tang poetry to nostalgic friendship, and even extended the unforgettable love. This beautiful and beautiful song was sung beside my ears, which made my thoughts feel ashamed and clear. I used to understand that this poem was always confined to the wonderful state deep in the mountains and forests. I thought that when I got up in the morning, I opened the door, it is the lovely white clouds and the lush maple leaves full of eyes. The air is fresh and natural, far away from the noise and annoyance of the world. I live here for a long time. I am close to nature every day, happy and carefree …… in fact, this is just an ideal dream. The family deep in the white clouds is no longer an isolated Peach Blossom Source! Modern information has been blown here for a long time. The stone path on the cold mountain has become a winding mountain road, which has widened the distance between here and the modern city! Then, if we expand our thinking, is the long road of our life the same as described in the poem? As long as you go through its low ebb, you will see the mountain peak. As long as you face it calmly, everything will be saved. There are often such scenes, which seem to be facing a desperate situation, but the mountains are heavy and the paths are quiet. There is a beautiful scenery in the deep white clouds, waiting for us quietly. I remember that the old man Bing Xin gave GE Luo a saying: Love is on the left, love is on the right, on both sides of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, and decorate this long path with the fragrance of flowers, it makes the pedestrians wearing flowers and leaves feel painful when stepping on thorns. Yes, the stone path on the cold mountain far away is inclined, and there is someone waiting for the bus in Baiyun. Why can’t you take part in this moment? The road is already in our hearts, as long as we go, the road will certainly become more and more spacious.

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