The western sky is bloodstained, and the autumn wind rises suddenly.

At the entrance of Deadwood Street, Chen Renjie, the owner of "Chen Ji Shoe Store", saw off the last customer in the store, and when he was on the door board, Zhan Tianxiong quietly arrived.

"Tianxiong. Fast...... Please ...... in the house" said and put down the door panel in his hand, he knew that there was no emergency, and Zhan Tianxiong would not come to him in particular.

The two of them entered the house, and there was no polite greeting without making tea, "Tianxiong, is there anything urgent?" ”

"He Wenhua is missing, Yan Zimo is also missing,"

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I came to the north of the city from Haitang Mountain. The hustle and bustle under the drum tower and the chaos on the side of the stone square have long made his nostalgia disappear, so he simply found a car and went straight to the forest park. Once upon a time, countless times all over the corners of this small city, he was looking for, looking for the shadow of Liaojin culture, but also wanted to feel more Li Chengliang's Jin Ge Iron Horse in the Ming Dynasty, even if it was the tower bell of Chongxing Temple, it would also make you feel the depth and depth of the history and culture of this small city close to my hometown. The history and culture of a region is the soul of its existence and development, and without the soul, the region will have no vitality and vitality. It can be said that the rulers of Beizhen have not really protected this ancient city for many years, the clumsy rows of antique buildings are full of modern commercial plaques, and the high and low buildings echo in the middle of the song and the shouting of small traders, there is no prosperity in the "Qingming Riverside Map", and there is no prosperity of modern commerce, everything makes me interested, only the reckless and vast forest sea, the ravines and mountains make me obsessed and intoxicated...... Not far from the car out of the west city, it is the ancient temple, bypassing the big city that has been abandoned for many years, and entering Hewa Village, this small village famous for agriculture has long lost the peace and tranquility of the past, and the car stopped in front of the newly built Dachaoyang Mountain City Hotel. Although the smell of wine and food wafting from the shop was so tempting, I didn't care about my hunger and went straight to the mountain gate of Forest Park.

?? Walking through the Chaoyang Slope, I only heard the cries of a few peacocks echoing in the mountains, and I had no intention of caring for the animals that had been in cages for a long time, and I felt sad that they were born in this natural paradise. In fact, isn't it the same with people, I seem to be freer than them, I can walk everywhere, but I can't always get out of the cage in my heart, I dare not remember when I am injured, I am tired but have nowhere to rest, I want to love but dare not open my mouth, I am afraid of being hurt, I am afraid of being rejected by others. There are many people who always ask too much of others, but they can always find a reason for their conscience to be a little tolerant, but they don't know that they have already lost themselves when they escape from reality. The reason why the living are living is that the driving force is to find the existence of the true self in the cycle of time. I climbed alone in the mountains, with pine waves in my ears, sleeping peacefully in the mountain spring beside me, and occasionally brushing a few dead leaves that fell on my body, but my footsteps refused to stop, because I knew that with my personality, once I walked on the road, my steps did not want to stop, walking on the road, my heart was also walking, and the walking heart was more thoughtful. If there is no snow in Lushan in winter, it does not lose its charm. At this moment, I feel like a woodcutter in the mountains, walking into the mountains step by step, looking for a spiritual bonfire. Although my belly was hungry, my chest was already as warm as spring, and I could hear my own wheezing and the sweat dripping into ice. Life is like a dream, a hundred years in a blink of an eye, there is always a time to wake up in a dream, but the heart should not always be asleep, to be enlightened, to live the true self of happiness, this is not necessary in this life, not against the reincarnation of life. Life is more like climbing a mountain, it is not enough to have physical strength, but to have mind; Abundant physical strength, can ensure that you climb farther, climb higher, no mind, even if "half of the wall to see the sea and the sun, the air smells the chicken", it is just the same as staying in place, because the beautiful scenery around you has long been missed by you, you want to come again, and the sky is dusk; has physical strength and mind, knows when to slow down to listen to the pine birds and watch the mountains like daisies; Know when to walk like the wind, find a new stopping place, and make yourself see higher and farther; Know when the peak turns and the willow is bright; I also know when it is appropriate to stop and turn back.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices. Who is whispering in the quiet mountain forest? I couldn't help but roar loudly, the hollow valley echoed, for a long time, I felt that this was the swan song of life. ......I heard the sound of the love words of the mountain wind and the pines and cypresses, the voice of the eternal telling of the past and the present, the voice of Yelu Chucai on the other side of the mountain arguing passionately with the mountain, and the voice of the clear spring and the stubborn stone in the valley. Therefore, I no longer believe in the so-called myth of Guan Gong's return to Mawang Yuquan, but I believe that this pool of water is the legend of the sea eye for thousands of years. Stopping under the cooper, I also heard the arrogance of the sea breeze, the roar of the waves, and the call of the seagulls. Look, the clouds are gradually rising, and after a while, the fog is thick, the green pines and cypresses are bathing in the winter Tianhe, and the beautiful mountains are sucking sandalwood from the Haitian Buddha country. The mountain song faintly heard in the distance told me that it was time to go down the mountain, "thousands of rocks and thousands of ravines are uncertain, and the clouds are leaning on the stones......

The clouds are green and green, and the fog is surging and smoking. Although the way back is difficult to find, I feel comfortable and calm. Although I have not heard the fairy music, nor have I seen the light of the Buddha, but I have gained the clarity of the soul and the heroism of the feelings. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but speed up my pace......

The remnant sun is like fire, returning to the future, life is short, thousands of miles of clouds and mountains.

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