Essay on Mountains 10, Essays on Mountains

I have visited the ice-covered Changbai Mountain, and climbed the fragrant mountain with red leaves, but I have never seen this "strange mountain" Yellow Mountain. Huangshan is really strange, exquisitely beautiful, indescribable in a thousand postures, strange and gorgeous, making people suspect that it is not naturally generated, but a bonsai carefully made by skilled craftsmen; The Yellow Mountain is really high, rolling and undulating, towering clouds, looking down from the top of the mountain, the clouds float at the feet; Yellow Mountain is really dangerous, the dangerous peaks stand upright, the strange stones are scaly, the cliff wall is steep and like cutting, the mountain stone is cut like broken, it is almost the 90 degrees vertical stone ladder, the distance is also terrifying, it seems that once you lose your footing, you will fall down from the cliff immediately, and you will fall to pieces.

I have seen cirrus clouds like horsetails, cumulus clouds like mountain peaks, and floating clouds floating in the sky, but I have never seen this Milky Way on earth like surging water - the sea of clouds in Huangshan. The clouds of the Yellow Mountain are so white, as white as a white satin, and like the white snow that has just fallen, so clean, so moist, and have a special look; The clouds of Yellow Mountain are so quiet, so quiet that you can't feel its fluttering; The clouds of Huangshan are really long, so long that you can't see the edge, only let you feel that it is so vast, like a big curtain covering the heavens and the earth; The clouds of Huangshan are really wonderful, and the wonderful thing is that it is ethereal and trance-like, giving people room for full imagination and causing beauty. This is really "30,000 feet long, suspected to be the Milky Way descending to the world." ”

2195 times the water is in the embrace of the mountain, from top to bottom, from east to west, zigzag around; The beauty of the confluence into the river will not be exhausted, even in the cold and hungry winter, there are still "thousands of miles of ice peaks, thousands of miles of snow drifting", "water falling out of the rocks" of the high cleanliness. But they don't want their friends to be intoxicated all the time. Words of the Mountain:

I prefer to let the people on the trip, see my beauty, relax the mood, relieve fatigue and have the magnificence of 'the river flows outside the world'. How many bold words, how many people with lofty ideals take the sea as a metaphor and the mountain as the theme to express their ambition and pride; How many people bring poems in their paintings, and poems with paintings, just to keep this beauty in their hearts.

The beauty of the mountain lies not only in the fact that it accommodates birds and beasts, strange rocks, pines and cypresses, but also in its four seasons of makeup, flowers blooming and leaves falling, and winter sleeps; The beauty of the water lies not only in its surging and surging waves, and its majestic momentum, but also in its twists and turns, the tenderness of the veins, and the convergence of hundreds of streams.

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The beauty of the mountain is praised by everyone in the spring. He gave birth to a new life. Let the green luster shine in the world, so there is the haze of "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing", and there is the lushness of "the two mountains send the green to come", and the admiration of "green is the beginning of a new life".

The beauty of the mountains is not forgotten in the summer. He has a hundred flowers, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, the fragrance is far and clear, and the fragrance is passed on to the valley. Everyone was mesmerized and reveled in the beauty at this moment. But soon, Autumn came in a hurry. copyright dedecms

The autumn wind is bleak and the "beginning of life drying up" brings a heavy blow to the autumn mountains. But "no, beauty is everywhere", so there is a sigh of "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that cherry blossoms and cherry blossoms are better in autumn than spring", and "a crane in the clear sky and clouds on the clouds" also brings a cool beauty to autumn. It's good to weave dreams, it's good to weave dreams.

The water is in the embrace of the mountain, from top to bottom, from east to west, zigzag; The confluence into the river, the confluence of the river into the sea, finally cast its own vastness and magnificence. As a result, there is the vast praise of "Haohao soup soup, boundless", and the magnificence of "outside the world of the river". How many bold words, how many people with lofty ideals take the sea as a metaphor and the mountain as the theme to express their ambition and pride; How many people bring poems in their paintings, and poems with paintings, just to keep this beauty in their hearts.

The mountains and water are silent, their beauty will not be exhausted, even in the cold and hungry winter, there are still "thousands of miles of ice peaks, thousands of miles of snow drifting", "water falling stones" of high purity. But they don't want their friends to be intoxicated all the time. Brother Shansui's words:

I prefer to let people on the trip, see my beauty, relax and relieve fatigue. The Words of Water: "I hope that the thirsty person will bring him cool comfort when he passes by."

So the beauty of the mountains and water is even more refined: the content comes from dedecms

Facing the beauty of the mountain, cultivate the body and mind, don't be obsessed;

Face beauty, enjoy life, and don't look at imagery.

The article describing the mountain recommends an ancient text, Ouyang Xiu's "The Story of the Drunkard Pavilion" in the Song Dynasty.

The story of the drunkard pavilion describes the mountain mainly in the first two paragraphs, as follows:

All around Chu are mountains. Its southwest peaks, the forest gully is particularly beautiful, and the one who looks at it is blue and deep and beautiful, Langya also. The mountain travels six or seven miles, and gradually hears the sound of water gurgling and pouring out between the two peaks, brewing springs.

The peak turns around, there is a pavilion wings on the spring, and the drunkard pavilion is also. Who is the pavilion maker? The monk of the mountain is also wise.

Who is the name? Too shou calls himself also.

Taishou and guests come to drink here, drink less and get drunk, and the year is the highest, so he calls himself a drunkard. The drunkard's intention is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers, the heart and the wine of the house.

If the sun rises and the forest opens, the clouds return and the caves are twilight, the obscure changers, and the morning and twilight in the mountains. The wild fragrance is fragrant, the beautiful wood is beautiful and prosperous, the wind and frost are noble, the water falls and the stone comes out, and the four times in the mountains are also. Towards the beginning, returning at dusk, the scenery of the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.

Interpretation: Chuzhou is surrounded by mountains. Its southwest corner is particularly beautiful with several peaks and wooded valleys.

It looks like the trees are lush and deep and beautiful, which is Langya Mountain. After walking along the mountain road for six or seven miles, I gradually heard the sound of gurgling water, which flowed from between the two peaks, which was the so-called brewing spring.

The mountain curves and the road curves, so you can see a pavilion like a bird's wings spread above the spring. This is the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built the pavilion?

It is a monk and a wise immortal on the mountain. Who named it? It was Taishou who called this pavilion by his own nickname.

Taishou and his guests drank here, and they got drunk after a little drunk, and they were the oldest, so they called themselves drunkards. The drunkard's mind is not about drinking, but about the mountains and rivers. The joy of this landscape is comprehended in the heart and placed in the wine.

When the sun came out, the smoke in the forest gradually dispersed, and in the evening the clouds condensed, and the valley became dark. Wildflowers are in full bloom and fragrant; The forest is flourishing, and the branches and foliage are shady; The sky is high and cool, and the autumn frost is white; The stream is low, and the stones are out of the water. It's a sight of the four seasons in the mountains.

With the four seasons changing in their early and late home, the fun is endless.

People in "Guilin Landscape" say: "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world." "We took a wooden boat on the Li River to see the mountains and rivers of Guilin.

I have seen the magnificent sea, and I have enjoyed the mirror-level West Lake, but I have never seen water like the Li River. The water of the Li River is so quiet, so quiet that you can't feel it flowing; The water of the Li River is so clear that you can see the sand and gravel at the bottom of the river; The water of the Li River is so green, so green that it seems to be a flawless piece of jade. The microwaves stirred up by the oars diffuse water ripples, so that you can feel that the boat is moving forward and the shore is moving back.

I have climbed the majestic Mount Tai and visited the fragrant mountain with red leaves, but I have never seen a mountain in this area of Guilin. The mountains of Guilin are really strange, one by one rises from the ground, each is not connected, like an old man, like a giant elephant, like a camel, the strange peaks are listed, and the forms are thousands; The mountains of Guilin are really beautiful, like emerald green barriers, like newborn bamboo shoots, bright colors, reflecting in the water; The mountains of Guilin are really dangerous, the dangerous peaks are standing tall, and the strange rocks are craggy, as if they will fall down if they are not careful.

Such a mountain surrounds such a water, such a water reflects such a mountain, coupled with the misty clouds in the air, the green trees and red flowers in the mountains, and the bamboo raft boats on the river, which makes you feel like you have walked into a continuous picture scroll, which is really "the boat travels on the blue waves, and the people swim in the painting". All right?

Read the mountain. The mountains of the mountains are as thick as the volumes, and they are continuous and continuous, in the long flow of time. Naked its mystery, hidden its true essence, above the earth. I'm a reader who's been hungry for a long time. --Inscription.

I often go to read the mountains, far away, read their vastness, near and near, read their quietness; Read it roughly, read it boldly, read it carefully, read it deeply. Read green, read green, read harmony, read quiet.

I often read about the rugged rocks; Read their style, read their history, and read what kind of steps they used to get out of the flood and famine; What kind of attitude is it to read them to withstand the ups and downs of hundreds of millions of years. Then, too, I read their majesty, and their meekness. Read why they endure the eternal squatting beside the Volts; Read why they have such a good bearing, and can tolerate some intricate roots to make brutal entanglements around them.

It became a beautiful chapter in these rich volumes. I just read them quietly.

Read how those shoots grow, how they grow. How to call some branches to their spikes, and then how they return to the dirt.

Read how a slender root weaves its way through a section of dirt and then burrows its head out of another rock crevice to grow another life.

Read how a thin branch reaches out from a dark corner to pluck the sun, and then to nourish yourself, to strengthen yourself.

The mountains themselves are a rich world where everything can be found. One day, as I was reading how the climbing vine stood up against a dead tree, I suddenly noticed the smile of the dead tree. I already realized that it was smiling because the climbing vine had decorated it with greenery.

Another day, while reading another thick greenery, I spotted a winding path. The very comfortable self stretched out to the top of the mountain, and I thought, who is the mother of this trail? Would he choose to step on his first step in such a mountain field?

Why can such a skinny trail be able to carry so much trampling?

Such mountains are not purely lacking in oaks, they are quiet, and you can read the chirping of insects and the chirping of birds. Sometimes, in a very lush pile of grass, you can also find small wars in the insect world.

When reading the mountain, you will also read about some accidental events. Just like that spring, when I was reading about a fresh mountain forest for the first time, I heard shouts from all directions. And, in the hustle and bustle, I faintly heard a hint of killing and slashing.

I immediately climbed to the top of the mountain, looked up into the distance, and ah! I saw that at the foot of the mountain, groups of brave shoots were chasing a defeated winter.

The mountains are a rich volume, no matter how you read it, you can't finish it, read the rocks and then read the mountains and forests, and those towering peaks? And the deep valleys?

I'm a mountain reader, but I know that sometimes people read me. When I threw myself into the mountains and forests like a short sentence.