Mountain Prose Essay 1
There are many stories in the mountains.
There are also many stories in the village surrounded by mountains.
At night here, there is no need for electric lighting when walking because there is moonlight. You can clearly see the black tiles and yellow walls of every house in the village, you can see clearly which rice field in the field a frog just jumped over, you can see the swaying branches and the little friends turning red when they talk about the things they are interested in. face.
The moonlight here is very bright and the stars are also very clear. In the reflection of the moonlight and starlight, the outline of the mountains is the most mysterious scene.
If you walk at night, you will have the illusion that the moon is always following you and that the moon belongs only to you.
Really.
If it is a summer night, you will see many fireflies, flickering slowly through the woods, in the fields...
You will see the fireflies on the other side of the river. When there are thick smoke and flames behind the village that are signs of burning mountains, I worry about the mountains. I will sigh in the wild flowers at the beauty of the burning clouds. When I see the dragonflies flying in the sky, my first reaction is to pick up the bamboo broom made by my grandfather and chase them. , dreaming of knocking them down to play with me.
Bare feet, hair loose, eating fruit-flavored ice cubes that cost a dime a bag.
Wearing a small vest, big shorts, and plastic sandals, she sat in front of her house, bathing the doll and combing her hair.
I fanned myself with the palm-leaf fan knitted by my grandma, and sat on the stone slab next to the well house, listening to my grandparents talk about ancient times.
At that time, I would finish my homework before going to bed, and I could have sweet dreams every night.
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The story of the mountains continues, and the stories in the mountains will not stop, but the scenery mentioned before, so beautiful, will never come back. good. Mountain Prose Essay 2
I didn’t go to work for five or six days. My colleagues already knew that we had a quarrel, because my husband came to the factory to look for me after I left that night. He thought I would look for me in the factory. A friend who stayed at the factory. My friends have been worried about me these days.
I feel completely better when I go to work. This is what a couple is. There is no couple who doesn’t quarrel, no matter how sad or angry they are at the time, and no matter whether they forget or not. As long as there is a family in each other's hearts, any sadness or anger will run aside and cannot hinder the happiness of the family. After this quarrel, the feelings remained the same, and after the quarrel, we knew where we belonged in our hearts. Home is so warm. Yes, who can decipher all the mysteries of a family? Every family has its own story and who can tell it clearly and see through it. Strong feelings, mutual dependence, and only when you taste it slowly can you know the true taste of home. Although I am no longer angry, there is always an invisible pain left in my heart. It is still so clear after many years. As time fades, the pain in my heart seems very small due to my husband's true love in life.
I remember that there was a lantern festival in the city on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I took my mother and my three sisters and we went to watch the lantern festival together at night. The various lantern shows were so beautiful, so lively and happy. I will take my children to the city to see the lanterns every year from now on.
Our lives went to and from get off work together as usual. At this time my work was not as hard as before in the workshop. Day by day, I am getting fatter and fatter, and it is a bit difficult to work. I do every job seriously, and I don’t want to cause trouble to the monitor at work. One month before the due date, I was cleaning. The factory manager came to the workshop to inspect the work. He walked up to me and asked me with concern how old I was. I said I was 26. When he saw that I was very serious about my work, he said that he hoped to come back to work after having a baby. In just a few words, I felt that the air was filled with warmth. The sincerity of people is so precious. There is a saying that is good, but bad words are hurtful by June Han. A kind word warms the winter. I had a big belly at this time, and it was hot even wearing only a shirt in the May weather. I often hear people familiar and unfamiliar say this to me. Seeing as you walk so briskly and you have a bulging belly, you must be a boy. My landlord often said this to me. Even when I went to the market to buy things, I often heard such words. As time went by, I became convinced that I was pregnant with a boy. In fact, I do not favor boys over girls from the bottom of my heart. I even hate those who favor boys over girls. I am a bit hateful. But I often hear people say this, and I naturally feel that I am definitely pregnant with a boy. The due date was approaching, so I quit my job, said goodbye to my friends and colleagues, and moved back to my own home from the rented house.
The day before the move, the landlord said with confidence that you will definitely give birth to a boy. Today he made a bet with himself that if you give birth to a boy, he will visit you, but if you give birth to a girl, he will not visit you. After hearing her words, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.
When I return to my home, everything is so natural, and everything is filled with warmth and happiness. I was really looking forward to the birth of my child. A few days later, I felt abdominal pain and went to the city hospital. After struggling with the abdominal pain, I gave birth to the first child I was expecting in mid-June. When the doctor told me I was a girl, I was very puzzled. I had heard it was a boy for so long, so how could it be a girl? I wasn't happy for a while, and couldn't wake up from what the ideological boy said. When I came to the hospital bed with the child, my husband was very happy to see the child. He was also so happy and excited to see his daughter. He usually doesn't like to smile, his face is full of smiles and his eyes never leave the child. While carefully covering the child with a small quilt, he said, "Please give her some milk. Is she hungry?" The clinical bedside aunt saw it and said with a smile that the mother had no milk when the baby was born, and it would take three days before she would have milk. Just give her some honey now. The husband immediately went out and bought a bottle of honey, and when he came back, he fed it to his daughter with a spoon. I drank a tablespoon and my aunt saw it and said that I couldn't feed it like this because the honey was too strong and salty and the child would cough. So I drank it with water mixed with honey. He hurriedly poured the honey into the water cup, and while feeding his daughter carefully, he asked himself whether she would cough after drinking honey without water. The aunt smiled and said it was okay, just drink more warm water, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at everything he did, I never said a word, but my heart felt warm. The previous doubts and unhappiness had long since disappeared and she was completely immersed in the joy of having a child. Looking at my newborn daughter, I smiled happily, enjoying the happiness and joy that my daughter's birth brought to us. This feeling can only be truly understood by becoming a mother. Because it was a normal delivery, we could go home one day later. On the day we were discharged from the hospital, my husband said softly, "How about I hold her?" I said, OK. Seeing my husband happily holding the baby and walking slowly in front, I followed behind and felt a little happy.
When I got home, my daughter and I lay on the warm kang, looking at her, thinking that this is my relative and my support, and I will do my best to make my child safe and happy. growing up. I hope she will always be happy throughout her life. At this time, I heard someone outside asking my husband if he had a boy or a girl. The husband replied loudly, "She's a rich man." I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. I don’t favor boys over girls. I am very grateful for this. I will love this family with the greatest love in my life. I will love this family with the greatest love in my life. At this time, I feel even more how much responsibility my husband has for the family, and I am more dependent on him. His idea of ??not favoring boys over girls made me feel so happy immediately.
The next day he went to my parents’ house to announce the good news, and my mother asked eagerly that a boy and a girl had been born. Unexpectedly, my husband, who never joked, happily told his mother that it was a boy. But my mother was very happy. The husband quickly said it was a girl, I was joking with you just now, don’t be angry. After hearing this, my mother stood there dumbfounded. He stood there for several minutes without saying a word. The husband was frightened and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with you? We are also very happy that it is a girl. I don't mind whether a boy or a girl is my own child. Is it a male or female?" The mother said softly. No matter how he explained it, the mother no longer had the excited expression she had just heard about the boy. On the third day, the uncles, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law of my mother-in-law's family came to congratulate me, and my husband entertained them happily. Six days later, my mother and relatives from my natal family came to congratulate me, but my husband was still so happy and entertained me warmly. After lunch, my mother couldn't get away from the farm work at home and went home with her relatives.
My husband took leave to take care of me at home. Once he bought a carp for me to eat, but it was very bitter after taking a bite of the fish. It turned out that he had no experience in cooking fish and even broke the gall of the fish and broke the gills. When dug out, a finished fish becomes inedible. We named our daughter Panpan, hoping that he would have his own ideal education and job in his ordinary life. Have your own beautiful and happy life. My husband took good care of me this month. There was still one week left before the full moon and his vacation was over, so he went to work. Mountain Prose Essay 3
Persimmon is the most eye-catching among traditional Chinese fruits, with its fiery red color It is unmatched by other fruits, and it makes people feel festive just looking at it.
In particular, the emerald green petioles bring out the beauty and charm of the red persimmons, creating a unique style.
Every year after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the season when persimmons are on the market. Persimmons are different from other fruits. Freshly picked persimmons are bitter and astringent and cannot be eaten immediately. The traditional method of ripening persimmons in the mountains is to put a layer of clean straw in a wooden barrel and cover it with a layer of raw persimmons. , then spread a layer of wild kiwi fruits picked from the mountains on top, and repeat the process. Finally, cover the top with a layer of cotton wool. It takes 5-7 days for the persimmons to mature. During this period, it is too long a wait for gluttons.
When I was a child, I couldn't bear the torture of waiting. After three or two days, it seemed like a month had passed. If I counted on my fingers, the days passed really slowly. Finally, I couldn't resist the strong temptation and gently put my little hand into the pile of persimmons. Wow! It's so warm inside. As the saying goes, "pick the soft persimmons and pinch them." I carefully plucked them with my fingers based on feeling. I really hoped that a miracle would happen and there would be one or two soft persimmons. As you can imagine, the persimmons were still as hard as rocks. Fortunately, the wild kiwis showed signs of softening. The cerebellum spins, pick two to satisfy your craving! Quickly take out two, break them with both hands, and open them. The milky white pulp is interspersed with neatly arranged "black sesame" seeds. When you put it into your mouth, you frown, your teeth are numb, and your mouth is full of saliva. You should just put the remaining one in.
There are not many families planting persimmon trees in the mountains. Each household has limited private land. If the persimmon trees grow too big, they will affect the lighting of other vegetables and plants. Although I really want to eat persimmons, after thinking about it, I reluctantly gave up. The idea of ??planting a persimmon tree.
Picking persimmons is a difficult physical job. The adult persimmon trees are very tall, at least more than ten meters tall. The branches of the persimmon trees are not very tough. The brittle branches are easy to break when you stand on them. It is difficult to pick persimmons. Some people have died and been injured due to falls. Most people don't dare to take this risk. The common method is: tie a small yajiao to the end of a long enough bamboo pole, hang a net bag under the yajiao, and lift the bamboo pole to see clearly. For the persimmon, use the small twig on it to gently fold it, and "click!" The persimmon falls into the small net bag without any bias. Once there are seven or eight in the net bag, you have to empty it out, otherwise the hand holding the bamboo pole will be too heavy. You can imagine that after a morning of hard work, you can only pick fifty or sixty kilograms of persimmons.
Picking persimmons also depends on the maturity of the persimmons. If they are too green, the ripe persimmons will not be soft and have a poor taste; if they are too mature and not picked, they will become the meal of a large number of birds. The light yellow color is The best time to pick persimmons.
There are two methods for ripening persimmons: Persimmons ripened by the traditional method have a red-to-yellow appearance, a typical orange-red color, with a light pink color on the outside, and green and shiny petioles. When you remove the petiole, the first thing you see is some bright yellow velvet in the small hole. When you tear it in half, you can see strands of orange fibers. It is soft and sweet in the mouth with a hint of coolness. It is very enjoyable. Persimmons ripened with "potion" are reddish and dull in appearance, slightly sour in taste, and not very refreshing. Unfortunately, most people today eat persimmons like this.
Persimmons are ripe, which is when my mother is busiest. People in the mountains have no business acumen and no business habits. It is embarrassing for folks in the countryside to sell fruits from their homes. Ripe persimmons cannot be kept for too long, so distributing persimmons to relatives, friends and people who do not have persimmon trees has become a top priority for my mother. Fortunately, most relatives are not far from home. Since persimmons are limited, it is difficult to get persimmons. Most adults can't eat them, and the soft persimmons are more suitable for the elderly. Therefore, the few persimmons have become a precious gift for other families to honor the elderly. The elderly eat the sweet red persimmons and smile with missing teeth. . Mountain Prose Essay 4
The lama who lives in Lalu Temple met for the first time outside the lonely temple on a strange plateau that day. After asking, he found out that he was from Shanghai.
There was no one in the temple, and the incense was not very bright. The two of them sat on the wooden threshold in front of the temple and chatted. There are ancient murals on the walls, the colors have gradually faded but have not yet peeled off, depicting many forest animals, rabbits, tigers, monkeys, sika deer... they tend to be simple and quiet fairy tales like fairy tales. The prayer wheels embedded in the earthen wall are a little sparse, but they have a dignified and solemn inner temperament. They are arranged in an orderly manner like a ceremony. The prayer flags behind the house were blown up and down. The wind in the mountains was sometimes very strong, and the sound of huffing and puffing was perhaps the only sound in this secluded place.
He had never seen prayer flags before, but he thought they were beautiful in color and had strange symbols and patterns on them. He also saw many shapes, including squares, angles, and bars. I don’t know what it means, but it seems to be a kind of communication between man, heaven and earth.
Talking about Shanghai, the lama said, I left there for a long time and never went back.
The light during the day is very strong, and ultraviolet rays can easily burn the exposed skin, causing it to sting, become red and swollen. The sky blue is like some kind of blood, thick, rich, and pure. It is such a primitive and harmless color that makes people unable to extricate themselves. Perhaps it can only be encountered in the plateau. The sun stung his eyes, and he lowered the brim of his hat, leaving only a shadow on his face. He began to put away the camera in his hand and listened intently to the people next to him.
The temple has survived the battles fought by many Tibetan Buddhist sects. The lama said that his master passed away a year ago, and since then he has not seen many people and concentrated on practicing alone. I heard that a film crew from Shanghai was coming to shoot, so I took the initiative to cooperate. He told the lama about the changes in Shanghai. The entire city is a huge construction site, which is constantly being destroyed and rebuilt, spreading to the edge areas. The subway can already go to very far places. It was still so noisy during the day, with the sound of cars, quarrels, and the dull rumble of light rail trains overhead, but there was no sound of life. Crowds of people were everywhere, and there was a lot of buzz. Summers are getting hotter and hotter, with incredibly high temperature numbers. Heavy rains are erratic, there is a tendency for disasters, and the weather starts to get weirder day by day. I live in a remote corner of the city, in a high-tech development zone. At night it is deathly empty and quiet, as if I am the only one left, like an empty city. No one cares about me even if I walk in the middle of the road. The street lights on both sides emitted dim neon light. Every time I walked to the intersection alone, looking in the direction of my rental house in the cold air, I felt that this was completely a self-match. Cities with more people tend to feel lonely, he said.
The large clouds in the sky moved quickly, and the light flickered. It started to rain not long after, and the two of them hid in the house to take shelter from the rain. The air was slightly cool, and there was the dense smell of burning incense, which was ordinary and casual. The lama looked at the depths of the mountain opposite and said, you are not alone, you are just lonely.
Loneliness is a very high state. You don’t need to accept anyone’s approval or pity. You can do everything alone and practice in silence. When a person is lonely, his thoughts are free and he is facing his true self. All human thoughts originate from this. Lonely people can calm themselves and enjoy themselves no matter what kind of environment they are in. Lonely people are thinkers. A lone traveler in the hustle and bustle is also lonely, but you are not.
There is a mountain in front of the door, just like the shape after the collapse of all prosperity in the world. The plants in the mountains are very lush. After the showers stop, a large cloud of mist evaporates and floats in the middle of the mountain, making you feel like you are wandering in a fairyland. The lama told him that this was why he was willing to stay. More than ten years ago, I served as a senior executive in a state-owned enterprise in Shanghai. Later, due to fierce and cruel internal battles, I was pushed to the edge and became depressed. After being enlightened by the Living Buddha, he resolutely resigned and traveled all the way to the silent mountains on the plateau to practice Buddhism. Life was poor, but he lived an elegant and self-sufficient life. He also said that there was a pool of clear water in the mountains opposite, a beautiful and hidden ancient lake. The water was blue and clear, and he did not dare to blaspheme it. Because you have to climb high-altitude mountains covered with snow all year round on the way, few people can reach it. Only a few locals have seen it with their own eyes. I have seen it a few times, but I didn’t dare to stop.
Before leaving, the lama took out a pair of amulets from under the Buddha statue in the hall and gave it to him. Instructions to avoid greed and anger in the future and to release more animals. He began to doubt his own condition, recalling what the lama had said about the cruel practice of not eating for seven days and seven nights and only drinking a small amount of mountain spring water. He could not imagine how to resist the torture from the body, and how he could find his own perfection. Perhaps the only way out is to stay up late reading at night, forgetting everything, and writing until the end.
Time is running out, and the novel should have an ending. Mountain Prose Essay 5
In the busy days, taking advantage of the small weekend, I and Nan Xiaomei went to Dafu Mountain again.
I remember the first time I went to Dafu Mountain, one winter in college. At that time, for some reasons, I stayed in the dormitory of a high school classmate for one night. That night, I and my friends thought about how to spend our free time the next day. After thinking about it, I decided to go cycling to Dafu Mountain.
However, the first time I went to Dafu Mountain, I didn’t leave a very deep memory or feeling. I just remembered which road I walked.
I got up early with Miss Nan, before the sun scorched the earth.
Going to Dafu Mountain and walking all the way down, the deepest feeling should be that everything is in the most natural state.
Maybe it’s the weekend, and there are people of all ages and genders spending leisurely time in Dafu Mountain. Some of them were riding bicycles like us, some were running and walking, and some were resting in the shade...
When they first entered Dafu Mountain and struggled on the uphill section of the greenway, they met A family of four heading in the opposite direction from us. The parents held a small yellow flower together and planned to take a beautiful photo. The older girl seemed to also want to be in the photo, so she moved closer. "You give way first." The girl's father said. Looking at this scene, I shouted in my heart: Wow! This is too romantic! The father's unthinking words and the parents' seemingly pretentious interactions reveal the deep emotions between the couple and inadvertently make others envious.
There are many lakes in Dafu Mountain. When passing a certain lake, Xiaomei Nan and I made a short stop just to shoot a group of "artistic blockbusters". During this period, the sounds of "Ah...", "Ha..." and "Ouch..." came from time to time in my ears. Take a deep breath of clear oxygen and shout out all the worries and stress! Those people don't care about other people's looks and gossip, "don't suppress their own nature", and express their true selves in a natural manner. No matter it is now or that moment, I just want to sigh: They are awesome!
I rode my bicycle through a small road with Nan. When I was about to leave Dafu Mountain, I saw some children fishing and playing in the cool shallow stream. The laughter and laughter lingered endlessly. This situation is really enviable and missed. The world of adults is complex and utilitarian, and it is difficult to have the simple and pure happiness like children. For those who grew up in small villages and have experienced similar times, I am afraid they will miss it more. The innocence and childishness of children, in the nature of Dafu Mountain, hit people's hearts wantonly.
The beauty of Dafu Mountain cannot be overemphasized. There are soft clouds floating in the blue sky, lush vegetation growing on the green mountains, and subtle ripples on the green water... These mountains and rivers are just burned into my heart, quietly. Is there anyone with the same hangout?
Whether in the past or now, I always like to put the words nature and authenticity together. I always believe that pursuing nature is also returning to authenticity, being a simple and pure person, and loving life. Don't be impetuous.
The people and things I met in Dafu Mountain are all real, and it is not an exaggeration to say that everything is in its most natural state. Because, I also experienced simple joy, pure happiness and leisurely life here. Thank you for meeting me, my most natural state, my most authentic self! Mountain Prose Essay 6
In the countryside of Yuexi, "the New Year is after Laba Festival", and the flavor of the New Year is getting stronger day by day. By the middle of the twelfth lunar month, every household begins to prepare New Year items. Especially women are busier than men. In addition to washing quilts, making new shoes, and cleaning, women also have to do the tofu making, steaming dumplings, making cakes, etc. It is true that "there is no idle basket in August, and there is no idle woman in the twelfth lunar month."
1. Killing Pigs for the New Year
People in the countryside of Yuexi have the custom of killing pigs for the New Year. First, there are few butcher shops in the countryside. Usually when guests come to the house, it doesn't matter if they can't buy meat in the shop. There is bacon at home. Second, bacon tastes good. The bacon stored in dried pickles is more fragrant than fresh pork. Third, there is a lively atmosphere when there is a New Year Pig in the house. When killing the New Year Pig, relatives and friends are invited to eat rice dumplings, which adds a sense of family affection and creates an atmosphere. Therefore, most families kill pigs to celebrate the New Year. In the twelfth lunar month, they meet each other and ask each other: "Have your New Year pigs been killed? How many of them (one represents 50 kilograms) weigh?" "Also?" No, I’ll wait until the child comes back from work and everything goes well. Then come to my house for dinner.” These kind words are filled with warmth and show family affection.
2. Making tofu
After the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, every household will be busy making tofu. The soybeans grown at home are ground with a stone mill and gypsum powder is used to make the paste. The tofu produced in this way is more delicious than the tofu sold in tofu shops. Cut it into small cubes, put it in a bucket, and keep it for the New Year and New Year to entertain guests.
In the process of making New Year tofu, women are afraid of mistakes, such as not controlling the heat of the plaster, not holding the bag properly when scooping out the tofu... and so on, women will be very angry. Said it was a bad sign. Therefore, women appear to be particularly cautious. The beaten tofu is white and tender, and the whole family seems very happy.
Three. Making cakes and steaming glutinous rice balls
Making cakes and steaming glutinous rice balls are tasks that women do on the 27th and 8th of the twelfth lunar month. Fat cakes are used to send New Year visitors to the first month of the first lunar month. When travelers come to the house on the first and second day of the first lunar month, in addition to setting off firecrackers to welcome them and entertaining them with good wine and food, they also use five or six red ingots (to dye eggs red) and A dozen hair cakes decorated with small red flowers are given to the guests as gifts, which means hair, hair, hair. People who come for a trip carry back bags containing "red ingots" and hair cakes, with spring breeze rippling on their faces and happy hearts. They leave happily and return satisfied.
Use glutinous rice and indica rice in a certain proportion, pound the powder into rice balls (happy dumplings), wrap them with sesame seeds, and steam them in a steamer over high heat. The smell is really mouth-watering. Eat two dumplings first and then drink. You won't get drunk easily.
IV. Receiving ancestors
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month during the Little New Year, small shops in the countryside are extremely busy. In addition to buying new year's goods, the sales of joss paper and firecrackers are particularly large. In this aspect of expenditure alone, most people who save money are also very busy. Around 200 yuan. After breakfast, the adults led the children and carried paper baskets of incense to the grave. Taking children to visit the grave is to firstly let the children know the location of their own graveyard, and secondly to pray to the elderly to protect their children and grandchildren from studying. Adults and children all knelt in front of the altar, burning paper and whispering, "Old man so-and-so, I'm here to take you home for the New Year!" In the evening, every household, men, women, old and young, gathered in the hall and brought chicken, fish and meat (three animals) to the incense burner. On the table, pour three cups of tea and wine respectively, light candles and incense, then place the ancestors' seats on the square table, carry them to the door, burn incense paper, and set off firecrackers. Men, women, old and young all kneel down together and whisper in their mouths: "All the old people in our ancestors are going home to celebrate the New Year!" He poured the tea and wine on the ground, and then moved the square table back to the hall. After the ancestors are brought home, they must be served breakfast and lunch every day until the seventh day of the first lunar month, incense is burned and the ancestors are sent away.
5. Stick to the Door God
The Door God is a symbol of righteousness and force. After passing the "Sacrifice to the Stove", the country shop had a doorkeeper early. Every family must "invite" a door god. On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, while pasting Spring Festival couplets, a portrait of the door god was posted on the door, one on the left and one on the left. In order to make the door god appear, the blood from the rooster's comb is dropped on the door god's eyes. Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong, the door gods, had their eyes wide open with anger, holding various traditional weapons in their hands, which would frighten all monsters and monsters. The door god protects the family's happiness, longevity and well-being.
In short, there are many customs for celebrating the New Year in the countryside. These traditional customs represent loyalty, filial piety, etiquette, kindness, friendliness and joy. Mountain Prose Essay 7
Summer is here, and the season that leads us to get close to nature has arrived unexpectedly.
We usually face cities one after another, beautiful or ugly. When the city we live in is coated with a layer of heat wave on top of all kinds of fatigue, the dirty smell and various The noise became more and more intolerable. At this time, we often can’t help but think of the beautiful mountains and forests, the quiet fields, the streams in the mountains and the melodious singing of birds... One day, we listen to the call of our hearts and choose the good mountains and good waters to escape the summer heat. go.
Living in the mountains has its own indescribable charm. The view is filled with the distant mountains and ancient trees with branches growing thickly, and the ears are filled with the chirping of birds and the wisps of cicadas. Walking on the winding mountain path, looking at the blooming mountain flowers on the roadside, I suddenly felt empty-hearted. The heat of summer and the worries of life were all washed away by the cool breeze. At night, sitting in front of the window of the farmhouse, flipping through the pages of a book, with the breeze and bright moon as my companion, it is even more relaxing. The sound of frogs pours in from the window like a tide, making the mountains and fields look even more mysterious and quiet. When we read ancient poems and articles such as "The Peach Blossom Spring", we naturally admire the simplicity of the ancients. In today's living environment, this kind of utopian pure land is nowhere to be found. What we see is more competition for every penny, and intrigues and calculations. How often do we truly have a peaceful and pure state of mind? Thinking about the quiet and beautiful mountains, it is really a good place to rest in the hard life of city people. Not only can they avoid the scorching heat of summer, but they can also avoid many worries in the world of life and avoid the undue burdens we impose on ourselves. of harm.
The air in the mountains is particularly fresh. Friends who are engaged in scientific research say that many green plants in the forest can secrete aromatic smells, which have miraculous effects on killing germs and improving human body functions. That being said, the mountains are an even better place to escape the summer heat. Let us bid farewell to the luxury of the city for the time being, and go to the mountains to learn to be mountain people.
In this hot and unbearable season, the more exhausted we are physically and mentally, the more we must learn to rest our bodies and minds! Mountain Prose Essay 8
Go to the mountains for an outing in early spring, just to see the brilliant peach blossoms.
Fortunately, it is not the weekend, so there are not many people on the bus. It is very pleasant to find a seat by the window and listen to the light music. Suddenly I remembered the passage in "The Analects of Confucius": "In late spring, spring clothes are ready, five or six crown princes, six or seven boys, bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, chanting and returning." The master's happy mood at that time has not changed after thousands of years. After that, I suddenly felt a spiritual connection.
After arriving at the destination, the dream of beauty disappeared - only to see the crowds of people, and there were tracts of shops, and the peach blossoms were submerged in the hustle and bustle. The imagined scene of branches full of flowers turned into a mess, and the sound of petals falling to the ground that I expected to hear was only the sound of shouting.
Originally I wanted to walk into tranquility, but what I didn’t expect was a bustle.
Then go deeper into the mountain! A friend said this. Everyone spoke in unison. There was no car, so everyone got on a motorcycle and ran towards the road into the mountains.
All the way up, the driver drove the car like an arrow off its string. My hair was flying in the wind, the corners of my clothes were rustling, and my whole body seemed to be stretched out by the wind. At this time, I looked at the receding mountain scenery. The mountains should be green, but the mountains here are pink. Pieces of peach blossoms swept across all the hills, layer upon layer, high and low. Looking up and down, they were filled with thick or light peach blossoms. We seemed to be walking through a sea of ??flowers.
The car stopped and we started walking along the mountain path, taking breaks every step of the way to enjoy the beautiful scenery of peach blossoms all over the mountain. Later, he simply left the straight path and walked in the forest. The peach blossoms are brilliant on the top of the head and beside the cheeks - the gentle and charming color is everywhere you look. Suddenly, someone started chanting, "The peach blossoms shine brightly," and the group of people followed along and chanted softly. The wind drifts with our voices, blowing off the petals and falling into our shoulders and palms.
Finally we reached the top of the mountain. There was a flat open space with a few long stone benches where everyone lay or sat. At the top of the mountain, mountains are unfolding in front of you. The peach blossoms on the mountains are bathed in the faint sunshine, flowing with pink brilliance from near to far.
No one spoke anymore, I actually leaned on the back of the chair and gradually fell asleep. I smelled various smells in my sleep, including the cool smell of grass, the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the warm smell of spring steaming up all things on the earth.
When I woke up, it was already dusk. I haven't seen enough of this scenery, so I have to say goodbye to it. But perhaps, the most beautiful parting is the reluctant farewell, with some unfinished affection and some lingering thoughts.
I waved my sleeves and took away all the fragrance of flowers, and I left this place with brilliant peach blossoms.