The Woman in the Mountains (novella) Zhang Baotong

More than 20 years ago, when I was only thirty-four or five years old, I was at the peak of my life. I am polite, scholarly, handsome, dignified, and I look very young, I look only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and my heart is even younger, just like a fledgling poet, there is always a feeling of love for spring after the rain in my heart, imagining the melancholy of the peach and willow green, thinking of the warmth of spring, often immersed in the ethereal spirit of the blue sky and white clouds, and appreciating the image of the lonely journey for no reason, hoping to meet a pink girl in a dream-like journey.

One day, I carried a red travel bag, a green T-shirt and Hong Kong-style tube pants, and walked in the deep ravine of Shangluo Mountain, like a young writer entering the mountains to experience life and collect wind on the spot. At that time, I often published literary works in newspapers and magazines, and I already had some fame and achievement. With the certificate of a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association in my arms, I walked in the sparsely populated mountains, and naturally felt a kind of light and fluttering pretentiousness. The reason why I want to travel and experience in this deep mountain is because I have been to the primeval forest of Foping in Shaanxi Province two years ago, and I have lived there for more than ten days. I'd love to experience that dreamlike feeling again.

It was the summer of the year, and the school had a summer vacation, and the educational institutions also had a holiday, so I had nearly 40 days of vacation. I want to spend 20 days in the mountains to have fun and relax. For this reason, I brought more than 800 yuan with me, which is my salary for one month.

I took the bus from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m., got off at a place called Shangzhen, crossed a river called Danjiang, and then entered a deep mountain called Daxigou.

The summer mountains are still hot, and the scorching sun bakes the mountain roads hot. The trees on the roadside knew the rise and fall of the trees, and the hysterical clamour, and the path in the ditch zigzagged against a stream that rushed out of the mountains. Patches of maize were planted on the mountains and dirt slopes by the stream, and in the barren grass and fields by the roadside and on the edge of the field, patches of purple, orange, and red flowers bloomed, which were particularly beautiful and enchanting. When I walked to the bottom of a grassy hill on a high hill, I saw colorful mountain flowers blooming all over the hillside. I happily stood on the side of the road and looked up the slope over and over again.

It's easy to be fascinated by this kind of emotion, and I feel it myself, and I often unconsciously feel it like a mountain flower. At this time, I suddenly think of a woman I loved. For men, many things in the world are dispensable and insignificant, but only the woman they have loved is the most precious and difficult to give up. And the splendid mountain flowers can best make men taste the love and yearning in their hearts.

The mountain flowers in front of me are so bright and colorful, as if my heart is full of colors. I immediately immersed myself in this familiar dream. Where have I ever seen such a scene? Like along the Po Seng Railway, or on the side of the road in the primeval forest? In short, it has left a deep memory in my dreams and has become a gorgeous beauty of my mental journey.

I love this colorful and gorgeous scenery, and whenever I see this scene, I always stare at it for a long time, so that my soul can be immersed and fascinated like a dream. Although there are long times and experiences in life, there are very few such time experiences of immersion and obsession. Otherwise, people will say, "How many times can you get drunk in life?" Tang Dynasty Cui Hu also sighed, "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on people's faces were red." The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." Good things are always short-lived, fleeting. We can only cherish it in our memories and cultivate it in our hearts. When we encounter melancholy and loneliness, and want to feel emotion and nostalgia, we can linger and watch again.

As I was immersed in the mesmerization of this beautiful scenery, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, carrying a fluttering note fluttering in the wind. This is a young woman's singing, which makes people feel intimate and melodious, and makes people feel fascinated. If a woman sings on the bustling streets of Xi'an, it must be a noise. However, in this big mountain ravine, I walked seven or eight miles, and I didn't even see a single figure. In the silent mountains, in addition to the green mountains and green waters, trees and flowers, there is boundless emptiness and loneliness, lonely and alone, walking alone in the mountains, who does not expect to meet a young person of the opposite sex? For men, red sleeves add fragrance, red face as a companion, drunk Wu Yin is good, mandarin ducks play in the water in the early spring, He Shang is not the highest state of life. This kind of good will is always high and far away. However, today I met it.

As I wished in my dream, as a fairy came, I saw a young woman walking towards this direction from the path by the mountain while singing. The afternoon sun was shining brightly on her. She wore a pure white and blue dotted scoop skirt, a pure white short-sleeved shirt on the upper body, a pair of pure white leather sandals on her feet, and long black shawl hair. She walked lightly and cheerfully, like a flying oriole. She sang the popular "The Sound of the Waves Remains": "The bell of Liulian is still beating my sleeplessness; the dusty days will never be a cloud of smoke; you must keep that smiling face after a long absence, and after many years, can you accept each other's changes." ”

Looking at her and listening to her songs, my heart was filled with warmth, and I longed to have a romantic relationship with her. So, I sang meaningfully, "The moon falls and the black cry is always a thousand years of wind and frost, and the sound of the waves is still not seen in the original night, how can you and I repeat the story of yesterday today, can this old ticket board your passenger ship." ”

She heard my singing and noticed me immediately. She stopped singing, looked up at me in amazement, and then she smiled at me. She was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and she was handsome, but not very pretty, and judging from her dress and expression, she did not look like a woman in the mountains. I've seen women in the mountains, their faces turn red when they meet a man they like, and if they meet a man they don't know, they don't even dare to look at you, and then they hurry past you. However, this woman did not have a little twist and inferiority.