endless roses

Chapter 78 Walking in the Lion Forest

What a beautiful sunset, hitting the balcony.We turned on the air conditioner in the house, rolled up the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and let the golden light fill the entire bedroom.

Walking back in the afternoon, listening to Taiwanese folk songs from the last century, strolling along the tree-lined trails. "Let time go back, back to the time when we met, even if we met when we were young, but who said that it was not love." With an innocent smile, young and frivolous, leisurely, walking with the song on the small road on campus , I feel at ease.

When I visited the Lion Forest, I didn't intend to go there. It was the closest to me at the time, so I stopped by the way.The tour route is the route of the public, where there is a door and where to turn, I only say that I am impressed.

Compared with pavilions and pavilions, I prefer more mountains, rocks, flowers and plants.

Walking through the dry rockery and water rockery in the lion forest, climbing up, bending down to walk through the small cave, there is always a cool damp there.The small mountain roads and stone steps overlap one another, and the people from the past and the present have polished them brightly, and a light rain can take away the dust.

Go up, hold the stones on both sides with your hands, go down, bow carefully.When crossing the cave, a group of tourists came to meet each other on a narrow road. They were neither advancing nor retreating. Everyone leaned to the two sides as much as possible. An uncle leaned against the stone wall to signal to make way. I sincerely said to him: Thank you.

Always inadvertently, I come across the vegetation hidden in the crevices of the stones, and I can hear the running water, the breeze, the sound of tourists and birds in my ears.The pavilion is nearby, but I don’t know how many caves I have to go through to reach it. I walk through it like a little animal. What kind of posture is it?Recalling the sentence in An Shi's tour of the mountains, drilling into a narrow, dark and deep hole is "there is a deep hole", and it is cool and cool inside. Occasionally dripping water on the stone, and occasionally dripping on the head of the tourist, it is "very cold to enter." ", then suddenly lowered down, faint or cold, I don't know how many meters, and responded "The deeper it goes, the harder it is to go in".Nearby, there are many tourists; far away, there are few tourists. I don’t know how many times I went around. I came to a fork road. “It’s luxuriant and lonely.” I had the same problem, I stood for a long time, and chose the one with fewer people.

At the beginning, it is extremely narrow, and only then can you understand people. After walking for more than ten steps, there is no way to go.Across the front is a clear spring surrounded by mountains and rocks, so this is a lonely pool.Reflecting the water plants around the body, they seem to be crushed in the swaying water waves, and I don't know whose dream is precipitated.

There are many decent and dignified names for mountain stones, such as Hanhui Tuyue, Yuli Liangxiao, I just make ordinary Taihu Lake stones that can be trampled and watched. Shilin Road, if someone is walking with me, I will hold that person's hand and slither around unscrupulously in it. In this way, the dull garden will be filled with vitality, and the dull afternoon will have laughter.

So reckless, so I collided with a big rock on a downhill slope, and there was a "bang", it really hurt my brain
Walking across the small stone bridge, I dusted a stone with my hands and sat down to write.There is a certain kind of rose planted in the green grass behind me. After I came back, I learned about it. The scientific name is: Seven Sisters, also known as Ten Sisters.Its flowers have double petals, like complex plums and simple hibiscus.This name reminds me of the ten Haizis in spring, and it also has the title of one of his poems "Four Sisters", which really contrasts with this flower.The vegetation behind me is separated from me by a few bamboo fences. The fence is also very finely crafted. The top of it is curved, and each section is like a flower bud.The junction of rocks and water under the arch bridge is also home to vegetation. The ones I know include wood sorrel, ramie, saxifrage and wellside grass.Ramie is a fibrous plant with tooth-shaped edges and a wide wedge shape. Ancient people used it to make clothes and paper, to support their families with weaving skills, and to spin and tailor clothes. I don’t know how much history and stories it bears. In Shen Congwen’s story, Cuicui told her grandpa that she went to pick saxifrage on the edge of the cliff in her dream, and heard a beautiful singing from the opposite stream. She only regarded the singing of her lover as a dream, because saxifrage symbolizes sweetness. I thought I had to add a layer of regret; the grass beside the fence is a kind of fern, and the leaves spread out from the stem like feathers; there are many mosses growing on the stone, of unknown species.

Just watching intently, a group of people came from the bridge and stopped. Their tour guide talked about some boring guide words, such as the five colors of the lion forest in four seasons, the symbolic meaning of white walls and black tiles, the five elements and flowers and trees. Well, it's uncomfortable sitting behind them.It's impolite to keep staring at my notebook alone, so I turned my head and looked around blankly, sweeping across the bamboo garden, flowing water, stone boats and pavilions in the distance, and saw a woman standing on the small bridge, she was dressed in light green and elegant. Cheongsam, holding a round fan, and a towering ancient tree above the bamboo, the huge crown projects countless coolness.Alas, they haven't left yet, so let me go. Before leaving, I heard that person talk about the differences between Jiangnan. It turns out that the Hangzhou area is a lady from a wealthy family, and the Suzhou area is a xiaojiabiyu.Well, I'm not only Biyu, but also petty, so I'm leaving.

What was written in the notebook at that time, the words were too scribbled and I couldn’t read them, let’s choose a few excerpts that I know:
Stepping on the mountain, there is a current

I glanced at the fan booth, the pen was still in my hand, and looked at a person playing with a single-lens reflex in the booth, and he took a picture of me
In front of the bamboo, the grandfather put away the tripod/photographic equipment and submerged in the rocks

The tour guide said, "Spring wisteria, summer lotus, autumn fruit, winter heavy snow on green hills/five elements, five colors, wood is the most, black is water, so black roof tiles symbolize water, white corresponds to gold, a lot of money, green and vegetation, Purple pillars, stones, yellow..."

The bug is crawling, well, he's still talking
Ancient wood with bamboo edge, unknown shape

There are folk houses behind the back garden. They look down from upstairs, and visitors can see their gestures

Weird chiseled white stone window

There is a secret passage, I walked, a child suddenly shouted at the end: Here!He jumped down, probably because he told his mother the word "Tao" in "Secret Way"
A dark passage leads to a modern tea room

It is an unrefined stone ship

Tingtao Pavilion, Wenmei Pavilion, Anxiang Shuying Studio
Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, what kind of dark fragrance is floating in the moon and dusk, take it out and see if you recognize it
No one walks on the stone, moss green bugs crawl

He is holding a black umbrella and waving it with the people on the opposite rock like a sword

The sound of the waves is a stream of water

Half couplet on the pavilion: I don’t know the lotus in summer, but there is still half a couplet that I can’t see
The floating foam on the lake is the bubbles of fishes, the little lotus leaves, and I entered the rocks again

The above, recorded in that small blue book, scattered.In fact, there are almost no stories and novels with plots in my notebook, every one is.The first part of the blue book is used to simply memorize some key words of knowledge, or vegetation, or poetry, and the second part is memorized casually. Although this is the intention, the first part is only one or two hundred words in total.The funny thing is, what I wrote that day was cursive script, so many of my own characters were unrecognizable. My old friends knew about this problem, and I always asked someone to help me understand the characters in context when sorting out topics or knowledge points.

The names of its several buildings are very elegant, such as Nap Pavilion, Jianshan Tower, Twin Phase Immortal Hall Wenmei Pavilion, Woyun Room Lixue Hall, etc. I always pass by the indoor places in a hurry, and I don’t care to look at those expensive meetings. The living room, tables and chairs, calligraphy and paintings, went straight to the courtyard.Well, there's an old man over there under a rock, and his granddaughter or daughter is taking pictures of him.The rockery on his left is accompanied by wintersweet with green leaves, and the platform on the right looks like a low banyan tree.He took off his coat and was dressed in a blue overalls, as if he was doing Tai Chi.

The height of the hook rail in front of this house is just right for writing.

The word "Zanfang" is written on the plaque in the corridor.

An aunt was making euphemistic gestures between the railings of Zhulou, and the young man was taking pictures of her; the girls were pleasantly surprised to find that there were fruits on the loquat tree, and pointed at them with their fingers.There are two osmanthus trees outside the pavilion, planted with nandina, beside the stones of Taihu Lake.

After passing the Fan Pavilion and walking on the south corridor, there were many poem steles with white characters on a black background hanging on the wall. Dongpo's.

This road is full of heavy poems.

After passing a few gates of the house, there was a palace lantern hanging in the corridor near the exit, and I planned to reach for its hanging tassels with my hands.Finally, there was no one there, and after looking around, I suddenly jumped up and touched it, um, it’s not high, I can reach it on tiptoe.

Others, I visited two days ago, I can't remember.

February 5, evening

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