Araki have become
Until I go to the mountains, I don't expect what I'll see, what surprises me. For example, a huge beehive hanging on a tallow 30 meters high, a tree cut half by lightning fresh green branches, wall rocks gurgling spring, jays with a group of twittering birds...... These sights fascinate me.
I collected a lot of things from the deep mountains, such as leaves, flowers, animal feces, feathers, plant seeds, and soil. I wrapped the collection in film and sorted it on a wooden rack. The most placed on the wooden frame, is the rot of wood.
Before, I did not think about collecting the rot, went to the northern Ronghua Mountain canyon several times, each time I saw huge trees, fallen in the stream, quietly rotting, something I can not say hit me. As trees live, so trees die. Life is the beginning of approaching death. Once, I and the street tie offerings to sell Cao master, to find August melon, find two col also did not find. Master Cao said, go to the Nanpu River side of the North mountain to look, there is a deep canyon, there may be. We crossed the river, strapped to our waists.
After the start of winter, there are many completely saccharified wild fruits hidden in deep canyons. Kiwi fruit, melons, August 菍, cold, these wild fruit, after the light snow, then fade rotten. Master Cao and I walked along the canyon, looking at the trees on either side. "How did such a thick tree fall here?" Master Cao asked, pointing to the deep pool. I pushed aside the bushes and saw a huge tree leaning on the black rock by the pool.
This is a cryptomeria. The spikes are withered, the coarse fibrous bark is cracked, and part of the bark is shed. I said to Master Cao: "The cryptomeria fortunei grows in the sand, under the sand is a rock, the root is deep, can not go down, can not eat, the tree crown weighs several tons, so it fell down. It died because the body's load exceeded its capacity." The cryptomeria has been down less than six months, its brown body has not yet turned black, and it has not yet experienced the long rainy season.
When the rainy season comes, the trees soak up the rain, and their bark fades, blackens, and falls off. After another autumn, the air in the wood is drained of water and the tree begins to rot. I took out the firewood knife from the waist basket and began to split the wood. As I split the wood, I said: "When poured down by the stream, the willow cedar becomes a natural single-log bridge, which can walk for more than 20 years."
How many years must Araki rot before it becomes a humus layer? I don't know. Paulownia rots for five years, and then no bones remain. Camellia trees fall 20 years after still as new wood. Sweetgum trees, only ten years to soil. The more fragrant the wood, the more easily corrupted -- termites and bacteria, do not need a year, will eat into the heart of the wood, unlimited reproduction and devour. Termites and bacteria are nature's circulating digesters. Stout sweetgum trees, sawn into planks that could be used as the floor of a large house, end up feeding these organisms.
The best trees, are dead in the mountains, can be said to live in the south mountain.
The fall was a state of deep sleep, across the valley, across the bushes, across the leaf, silent, no need to turn the body, no need to open the branches and leaves. It doesn't need to breathe anymore. It spreads its arms and legs naked, waiting for insects, birds, moss. A tree dies, but that doesn't mean it's dead. Death is not a disappearance, but a separation. Divide the past, divide the future. Death is a pause. Araki uses rain and sunlight as catalysts to enter a long stage of decomposition. It's a more thrilling journey, and every season, it's breathtaking.
For rotten wood, the world is desolate, left to decompose and be plundered. For nature, it's an important part of the cycle of life.
All this, let me awe, like the world behind.