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Hyesan

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    Huishan, known as Lishan in ancient times, is a branch of Tianmu Mountain in Zhejiang from east to west.  A Bing's "Erquan Yinyue" was born here.

    It has been a long time since I came to Wuxi.  I have climbed Huishan Mountain three times, but never climbed to the top once.  It will always be a pity.

    Like a distant dream.  Pursue the slender phantom in the dream.

    The weather in October is very cool in the morning and evening, but it is hot like summer at noon.

    The sweet-scented osmanthus on the side of the road has already bloomed, and it seems to be later than in previous years.

    Once I told them that the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed three times a year in Shanghai.  They shook their heads in disbelief.

    Can't remember what year it was.  It's always like something happened in a dream, and gradually I feel that it is impossible to bloom osmanthus three times a year.

    The weather is surprisingly good.

    A rare good time.

    The road, the crowd, the light and shadow of the branches, overlap each other.

    The roadside stalls under the night glow with a tempting aroma.

    I want to buy a coat.  The model in the window was wearing very beautiful clothes, but he was too shy, so he smiled and walked away.

    The narrow stone road spirals up.

    There are many pedestrians.

    The entrance is crowded with merchants selling snacks.

    ? Candied haws, roasted gluten, marshmallows, fruits, convenience stores, fried noodles

    Near the entrance, there is a world for children, fishing, trampoline, sand

    Not far away, a statue in the shape of a vertical Taoist came into view.

    ? Standing at the bottom of Huishan Mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain, the mountaintop shrouded in mist is even more mysterious, like an ancient jungle floating in the sky.

    Passed by many strangers.

    The wind blows through the miscellaneous forest, making a "rustling" sound.  No bird passed by, leaving a place of lovesickness in vain.

    Passing the temples along the way, they are built on the mountainside, and the cigarettes slowly smoke, as if transpiring with immortality.

    Without the gurgling water, only the small bridge is left looking at the sun alone.  The footprints left by the previous dynasty are full of cracks and shocking.

    The shade of the trees is less than the scorching of the sun.

    Each step is like a road of life that cannot be pierced.

    On the road, I met people who relied on singing and begging. They were dressed in rags and had their disability certificates in front of them. They asked for help Maybe the modern society has experienced too much deception, and the heart has become indifferent, and it is not easy to express sympathy.

    What impressed me the most was meeting a gray-haired old man, who was barefoot, climbing down the mountain.

    Wrinkled face.  Trembling hands supported the body forward.

    I was touched.

    Life is so tenacious, why should I hesitate when I am young.

    Life is a process of continuous experience and continuous growth.

    Halfway to the top of the mountain, I was out of breath and shouted that I couldn't move.  Hastily went down the mountain.

    I have never realized the grandeur of "being the top of the mountain and looking at the mountains and small mountains".

    National Day holiday for three days.  There is no option to visit more prosperous places.  I just want to find a quiet place, settle my heart, return to the basics, and find my original heart.

    In the process of climbing the mountain, there are no cars, and the hustle and bustle of the bustling city.  Away from all modern civilization.  Accompanying you are the sound of trees, people, wind

    I don't have Tao Yuanming's indifferent mind of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely."  There is also no chicness of the ancient literati who looked down on fame and fortune.

    After all, it is that scene and not that scene.

    People are not that person.

    We live in the modern age, and it is inevitable that we will be contaminated with secular smoke and fire.  The scenery also became unclear and unclear.

    A little more simplicity, a little less hypocrisy.  Perhaps, the joy of harvest will be more.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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