In their spare time this winter, Nong Tianyi and Bai Longjie continued to visit the tea party. They bent a hill along the side of the stream, climbed a slope, and a flat mountain spread out in front of them, and a farmhouse in Shilong Village fell at the foot of the mountain.

From afar, Nong Tianyi saw an ancient cypress tree in front of the door, guarding the courtyard, like a giant umbrella to block the hot sun. A few cherry trees encircled the stone courtyard wall, sticking their branches out of the ethereal courtyard. Blue bricks, black tiles, and bluestone paving roads reach the courtyard.

The color of the green moss and black background streamer spreads up, deepens the background color, and clearly accumulates a heavy time. On the white-plastered walls, there are a few traces of rain-washed water, such as age spots.

On the left side of the inner courtyard, there are stacks of firewood that are as tall as a person, and the chopping firewood is a little gray, and there are thin layers of dust, revealing old scars. On the right side, there is a shining yellow and shiny firewood stack, which is two or three meters long, like a wooden Great Wall next to the wall, making the roof appear thicker and more stable. This should be freshly chopped firewood not long ago, because there is a long-lost woody smell coming to the nose.

Nong Tianyi carefully examines the firewood stack more like an abstract painting: the lines are smooth, naturally stretched, convex and concave to a degree, and the thickness is evenly proportioned, like a casual artwork in life.

The hard work of the owner, the delicacy of the craftsmanship, and the dedication to living a life can be seen.

Bai Longjie said that the firewood yard is really exquisite.

The old man greeted them with a smile and greeted them. Seeing the two of them standing by the firewood stack and pointing fingers, the old man seemed to understand their thoughts, pointed to the dry firewood stack and said: The countrymen live their lives, and they don't panic when they have firewood. Then he beckoned them to sit down.

The courtyard is not large, rectangular layout, compact, simple, surrounded by some essential objects for farm work. Some mottled light filters through the leaves, forming a yin and yang surface, and the breeze flutters in the profile.

In the corner of the house, there are some thatched grass and slender firewood, which must be used for cooking rice and boiling water to make fires, which shows the careful planning of the owner.

When I came to the side house, there were a few thick dry firewood scattered around the earthen stove, and the cracks with axe wounds extended to the tail, and the black ash that fell on it just covered a maroon wooden core. The fire was extinguished, and the ashes were clearly still warm. Cooking in the countryside has always maintained the oldest customs, and this natural law has persisted tenaciously. It is only natural to use local materials, make the best use of materials, make the best use of people, and make the best use of food.

In the chat, the old man said that in the cold winter wax moon, he is still used to roasting the fire. There is firewood in the mountains, and the villagers warm themselves in winter, that is, they use bricks or stones in the middle of a house to form a fire (if it is a particular family, please also ask a stonemason to make stone strips or round stone circles to form a fire), put firewood in it, and after it is lit, a raging fire will burst out, and the family will gather around the fire to bake the fire, discuss family affairs, and the children will listen to the adults tell stories...... This is the happiest time for the family.

Every winter night or when the snow covers the mountain, the family gathers around the fire and enjoys the joy of family. Therefore, there is a saying in the countryside: May and June do not stand on the upper hand of others, and the cold winter and wax moon do not occupy people's fire.

Nowadays, there are some changes in the fire wall in the countryside, some bend the iron sheet into an iron ring, and then support the iron frame, and lead the mountain spring water to boil tea, which is full of fragrance; Stewed soup, then there are all kinds of preserved goods and dry goods, simmering slowly, original flavor, and eating particularly fragrant. In between speaking, a satisfied smile bloomed on the old man's dark face. Life is meant to be that simple.

A stone axe paused beside the stack of wood, looking out of place. Not far away, dots of sawdust fell off and mixed into the soft earth. Occasionally, local chickens forage for food, and occasionally the rich smell of herbs in the wild comes with the wind. The distant mountains are verdant, and occasionally a few birdsongs fall into your arms. They sat in the small courtyard of the mountain people in Shiwei, rested and drank tea, chatted about the world, and forgot to return home.

The old man said that not far from the village, there is a Longshan Temple, built on the tip of an isolated hilltop, extremely steep, covering an area of about 1,000 square meters, the whole building is in the front and back of the circular shape, all of which are made of local bluestone blocks.

The mountain temple sits in the south and faces north, the terrain is dangerous, and you need to climb more than ten stone steps to reach the main gate. The stone steps and the door are bordered by a cliff, and the door frame is made of heavy large stones. When they walked up to the end of the stone steps, they could see that there was a hole at the base of the stone wall, with a radius of less than one meter, and they could see the weeds and thorns inside the wall when they leaned down.

Walk into Longshan Temple from the main entrance, the bluestone wall stands, the main structure is round in front of the circle, the highest part of the wall is about six meters, and the lowest place is already flat ground. There is a "Longshan" stone inscription tablet inside, and the stone tablet is engraved with "Eight Views of Longshan", which is inlaid in the stone wall together with several merit tablets.

In front of the back gate of the temple, there are stone steps close to 90 degrees, which meander to the foot of the mountain, which is extremely dangerous. When going up the mountain, they need to use both hands and feet, which the locals call the "hundred-step ladder". Looking at the overall situation of the temple, there are cliffs on the left and right, it is really a man who can not be opened, and the builders can be described as well-intentioned, not idle.

It is said that the person who built the temple was named an officer, and he was wanted by the government for selling arms, so he fled to Longshan Temple and became a monk. Because at that time there was an unwritten rule that anyone who broke the law would no longer be prosecuted as long as he became a monk. When this person arrived in Longshan, he started to build Longshan Temple, and completed the main project in only two years, and completed it in the third year. The two large parts of the silver for the construction of the temple were donated by people from Yuan Li's hometown.

In order to commemorate these meritorious heroes, Yuan Li engraved the names of the donors on the merit tablet, and then inlaid them in the wall to make them last forever.

Yuan Li is strict in his work, and the scale of temple construction and the high craftsmanship are staggering. The temple has the main hall, the golden hall, the east palace, the west palace, the ground floor, and there are eighteen arhats in the main hall. When he built the Golden Hall, he took a kitchen knife, and if the edge of the knife could not be inserted into the brick joint, it was qualified, and if it was inserted a little bit, he would also ask the craftsman to re-lay the bricks. After the completion of the Golden Hall, an average stone costs a silver dollar, which is really an inch of gold.

The steep Longshan Temple is still beautiful in the greenery, and the elegance is still there. For many years, it has stood quietly on the top of a high mountain, looking down on all living beings with a tolerant and compassionate eye.

When Nong Tianyi and Bai Longjie walked out of Longshan Temple, the sky slowly lowered, and a burning cloud seemed to polish the woods on the mountain, and the smoke was chaotic. And the old man's rows of carefully axed firewood stacks seem to write the article of heaven and earth: one thing and one grain, when thinking about it is not easy to come by.

On the silent mountain pass, there are about forty or fifty hundred-year-old tea trees, all of them are strong and vigorous, verdant and lush, the trunk is as strong as a dragon, the old bark is hideous, and the canopy of vicissitudes of life is far away, as if they are very experienced, they just lift the verdant of a tree year after year, revealing the green fragrance, which is particularly eye-catching in the cold wind.

On the other side, the ancient holly trees stood in a row on the mountain pass, connected into one, and looked extremely powerful in the cold current, and in the open space near the ancient forest, many young holly trees grew, more confident and more vigorous.

Tea trees, holly trees, they are so tight and sparse, the branches and leaves hug each other in the air, staggered and unyielding; The roots of the trees intersect underground, like a group of guards guarding the city, unbreakable.