Chapter Seventy-Three: The Call of the Distant Mountains
The Call of the Far Mountains, Zhang Baotong, 2016.4.8
On this day, I came to the Tangyu Mountain in Chang'an County. In autumn, the bath is more and more quiet and charming in the cool mountain breeze. A trail up the hill is steep and winding, and from the bottom of the hill you can see a small pavilion at the top of the mountain. It was nine o'clock in the morning, and there were almost no pedestrians on the way up the mountain. I like to go up the mountain alone, and the silence of no one along the way will make my mind long and feel fresh.
The mountain presents the kind of plump and handsome young woman, filled with mysterious and beautiful charm. Climb to the top of the hill behind the town, and look far away at the magnificent autumn scenery, and you can see that under the high sky and faint white clouds, there is a mist and golden light in the depths of the mountain. The mountains overlap on top of each other, like the undulating waves of the sea. The cool mountain scenery is distant and confused, hazy, real and illusory, like a dream. The farther you look, the farther away the mountain, the more mysterious it is, like the place where the soul is. So, I think the call of the heart comes from the dreamy mountain.
People yearn for distant mountains, which originates from the temptation of distant mountains. Urbanization civilization makes our hearts weak and numb, only the call of this distant mountain can make our senses sharp and vivid, so that our hearts dream back to their hometown.
Viewing requires vision, while exploring the secluded is an experience for the soul. When we are surrounded by unexpected scenery, it is like entering a whole new realm. This long-awaited call is close at hand, like a lover who makes us feel familiar. How does this not make us so excited and surprised?
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On the edge of the valley in the mountain behind the town, there is the Guanzhong Pingchuan under the high sky and the clouds. Farmhouses and villages are dotted with green fields, a river winds its way from a short distance, and a road winds from the town below until it disappears into the golden edge of the mist.
It is a highway that connects the city and the mountains, and also connects the worldly us and our dreams. We yearn for the secluded and mysterious mountains, but we can't do without the comfort and safety of urban civilization. The beauty of the mountains is intoxicating, but it is not a place to live for a long time. Smell for a long time but not fragrant, familiar and ignore, no matter how quiet and magical the scenery, after seeing too much and looking at it for a long time, you will also see strange and unusual, it seems to be bland. This is why people who have lived in the mountains for a long time feel that the high-rise buildings are colorful and the scenery is infinite.
That's how strange and wonderful people are. After living in peace for a long time, I want to drift, and when I drift up, I want to live in peace. Because between drifting and anchoring is a space of envy and longing. When you wander the world, you will feel that it is too bitter to wander. However, when I was comfortable and idle, I felt empty and bored, thinking about finding excitement and drifting again. It's like being in a besieged city, where the people on the outside want to come in, and the people on the inside want to get out.
Yes, as long as we have a brain and a body, a material and a spirit, an ideal and a reality, there will be mooring and wandering, there will be the hustle and bustle of the city and the call of the distant mountains. They are a pair of contradictions, but they are also a kind of complementarity and satisfaction.