As soon as Nong Tian pushed open the window, Qingshan sat firmly on the high ground of time. A gust of clear mountain wind, sneaking in through the window, seems to hold up the mountain last night's misty dream, passing through the hall.

In the corners of the house, the green vines snaked and dangled, rampant from branch to branch, perhaps surprised by the undisturbed ethereal, adding a few patches of greenery.

Nong Tianyi likes the scenery in this mountain: a green mountain, a few windows, and a family. The bluestone wooden house, the courtyard is quiet, and by the brick and stone wall, a pile of dry firewood is blown by the wind and shaded by the day. Under the wings of the bird, it seems to be a spinning wheel shaking the time, humming silently.

The woods in the back mountain are verdant, rising along the mountain ridge into the distance. Occasionally, a few birdsongs break the silence of the world. The history of bluestone precipitation is not like a textbook, where you can read a few drops of blood casually.

Nong Tianyi often passes through this mountain road to Tianxin Rock Tea Mountain, as if playing hide and seek with people, walking and walking, the path is hidden in the bushes, perhaps to hide something and set up suspense, to reserve a certain result to the end. Only when you go deep and tactfully can you know the fun and mystery of the deep mountains and old forests.

For Nong Tianyi, a flower, a leaf, and weeds wrapped around the piano stone at this time are all vivid windows.

The stream flows from the side of the stone brick house, and it looks careless. There will also be a faint breath, feeling a small wave flying over the dust. Those birds in the sky will always have a silhouette to decorate the scenery of the window, rubbing out a surprise. Shrubs grow freely along the mountain, and the rocks are deep in it.

Seeing this, Nong Tianyi will have an inexplicable touch.

The green tea trees are pushed towards spring, and the windows are full of poetic vigor; When autumn dyes the mountains and fields, the colorful mountains and cliffs are draped, and the wildflowers bloom wantonly, red, purple, and yellow...... He threw himself at the window. If it is the depths of winter, the snow presses down on the cliffs, and outside the window, there is a white expanse. And those tenacious pine leaves flashed green eyes in the snow, as if they were looking at the window.

Push the window to the green mountain, the bluestone tablet on the mountain engraved with the misty and rainy history. It was the rainy season in the mountains, and the whole mountain was covered with a layer of mist, which did not disperse in the gray days.

The window contains green mountains, and the expression seems to be more and more clear; As the scenery turns with the mountains, the mood becomes more open-minded. Everything in the world is naturally unified, symbiotic and co-prosperous. Perhaps this is the immutable law of nature.

The tea forest is next to the opposite hillside, green and grows slowly, and when I look back, I inadvertently climbed up to the clouds.

The wind blows tirelessly, and the small tea seedlings keep popping up, as if they have found a feeling of growing calmly. Unconsciously, those familiar tree postures and mottled light and shadows have long disappeared. They may have gone to a higher realm, heard the rain in the high ground, and restrained the thunder.

Things are so strange, they change their appearance in unpreparedness, they always run ahead of us, giving people different joys, touches, or surprises.

Nong Tianyi said, tired and busy, the quiet tea grove will always accompany the left and right, with a mellow fragrance to accompany the years.

The pure green is like a hymn to life, but they never hoarse their own songs. Understand, a person will come forward and touch their hidden hearts, and maybe they can also find the previous worries and imprints, and chat for comfort.

On this day, it took Nong Tianyi more than two hours to climb to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, it is gentle, and the line of sight is open, and there are no towering trees to cover the sun. Wild bamboo forests are interspersed with bushes. Looking east at the top of the mountain, it is a stone village, and the legend is that it is an ancient military village. The stone village exudes majesty, although it has been abandoned. The mottled big stone is built into the shape of a stockade, square and square, standing high on the top of the mountain, quite a tendency to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Because of the age, the mountain gate has been destroyed, miserable, and very desolate.

The stone wall on one side is in a dilapidated state, with signs of black fire, weeds take the main place, and some parts of the head are raised in the wind, as if in the vastness of the narrative.

The stone village is located on the steep top, along the mountain body tactfully, like a huge stone flower blooming, lifting the vast sky.

Nong Tianyi climbed the stone village with great interest, and suddenly saw a huge pool, there was still water life in the pool, trees and weeds were projected in the pool from all around, and the lonely water surface supported the green light, which was slightly dark, and it was even more gloomy and terrifying.

Falling leaves sink into the pool, and there is a lot of confusion, and it is surprising that a few fish wander in the water as if no one is there, and they have been so careless for many years. Nong Tianyi tested the temperature of the water with his fingers, the water was bitterly cold, but the fish were safe and comfortable, and they were happy. The surface of the water was calm as usual, without a single ripple.

According to the locals, this military village has been around for a long time. Because of its dangerous terrain, the cottage was built in those years, mainly to resist the enemy outside, it was really a husband, ten thousand people could not be opened, quite a king's style. Leaving the pool, Nong Tianyi stood on the female wall of the soldier village and overlooked, Hu'er Mountain was like a flying dragon, and the weather was like a rainbow.

There is a local famous tea produced near this stone village, called Qinglan tea. This tea is a good product for drinking, gifts, excellent quality, about this tea, there is a very moving legend among the folks:

Once upon a time, there was a very large manor in the Jingshan Mountains, and its owner was a rich manor. The rich man's maid is called Qinglan, because Qinglan is very beautiful, this rich man wants to occupy Qinglan. Qinglan did not succumb to his obscenity, and refused to obey, which made him very annoyed, so he controlled the Qinglan girl.

Later, with the help of her sisters, Qinglan escaped from the rich manor's manor, crossed mountains in the mountains, and finally settled down in a cave. There is a tea tree growing on the stone wall outside the cave, because there are some bird droppings for fertilizer, it grows luxuriantly, and when it comes to the Qingming in the next year, it grows a lot of young buds, and the green fragrance bursts.

The Qinglan girl picks these young shoots, makes the tea leaves in a wok, and sells them in the market for some pocket money. After the people who bought her tea, they felt that the taste of the tea was very unique, and everyone said that it was good tea, so it spread. Immediately, the tea made by Miss Qinglan was quickly snapped up by the people in the market.

As the Qinglan girl's tea became more and more famous, it caused trouble. When the Qinglan girl was selling tea in the bazaar, she was followed to the mountain by the rich man's family, and after the family found out the secret of the tea tree, he ruthlessly pushed the Qinglan girl off the cliff......

So the rich man took possession of the tea tree and offered the prepared tea to the county official, hoping to ask for merit and reward. In the end, the county magistrate presented the tea to the governor, and the rich man was made an official by the imperial court for his meritorious service in offering tea.

In the second year, the tea tree in front of the cave suddenly died, and the rich man had no tea to pay tribute, so he had to offer other tea, trying to get by, but unexpectedly, he committed the crime of defrauding the king and was beheaded.

When the villagers found out, they all said that the cut was good.

Later, a tea forest grew in that place, after the local mountain people picked, after careful processing, the quality of the tea was still as good as before, in order to commemorate this Qinglan girl, this tea was named "Qinglan tea".

After knowing this story, Nong Tianyi sighed.

At this time, there was a gust of mountain rain, but the sun came out on the other side of the mountain, and the yin and yang days often confused people.