Seeing fir in Mount Lushan

Into Mount Lushan, look across into the mountain side into the peak, everywhere is a beautiful scenery. And that a rising fir, especially unforgettable to me. They are like three-dimensional paintings, and like a poem without words.

There are many different kinds of fir in Lushan, with different names. In front of the Huanglong Temple, there are two willow fir and another old ginkgo tree read hundreds of years of vicissitudes and stand side by side, known as Mount Lushan three treasure trees. They are like three calm wise men, quietly watching the people around, the clouds rise and fly, not moving green, yellow, growing. Naughty birds wagging their tails standing on their shoulders, curiously asked them: "high life geometry? What is the high life expectancy?" They are silent, not answering or avoiding, not annoyed or annoying, still standing lonely in their places, sending bright green smiles to spring and light dances to the breeze. Their trunks are covered with mottled textures, written with stories of time and time, evocative and thought-provoking.

In front of the gate of the Lulin No. 1 courtyard where Comrade Mao Zedong once lived, I saw several tall firs, standing with their chests beside the canal, imposing, with some great husbands' airs. And in the Lushan Botanical Garden, I also saw a Luo hanging spruce, cloaked in a pale green dress, ribbon-like branches and leaves draped wisp by wisp, quite a fair lady's charming posture. In addition, there is a tree species called living fossil in Lushan, called Metasequoia, discovered and artificially cultivated them Dr. Hu is sleeping in a quiet corner of this mountain. After a long period of diligent breeding, Mount Lu's Metasequoia now has more than 10,000 plants. Unfortunately, because of travel in a hurry, I did not go to visit this sequoia forest, only in the mind imagining those green figures, and the branches hanging out between the water pen-like fruit, for their own quietly left a reason to visit Mount Lu in the future.

To speak from the heart, Lushan these famous fir although really tug my heartstrings, and I am more fond of, but Lushan valleys grow everywhere between those ordinary fir trees. They grow in low places, but the heart is not in low places. They grow and grow and grow, each one grows out of the top of the tall image. The distance between these fir trees is very short, just a couple of meters, but they are not in the way of anyone's growth. The taller the tree, the more there is no side, horizontal and horizontal branches, they put their minds only on the cause of making themselves taller, not on the brain to steal the sun and rain from other trees; not to think of devious ideas to make other trees grow shorter to set off their own tallness, but to compete fairly, so that their own efforts to show their own height. Such a number of harmony and co-prosperity of the fir, although lonely in the deep valley, but let me have a kind of impulse to look up and moved.

I once went to another mountainous area for an interview. The mountain range there was also lush, but the tree species were only some low shrubs, and surprisingly there was not a single tall tree. Why is that? It turns out that those trees pull each other, shade each other, each other to grab sunlight and rain, and finally no opportunity to grow up, so they have to form this kind of patchy shrub forest. It is said that the authorities have also sown some of the seeds of tall trees, but, because the shrubs are too powerful, too much entanglement between them, some of these seeds sown in the shrubs on the branches and leaves, simply can not fall into the soil, and finally can not germinate. And a small number of trees lucky enough to take root in the ground, and because they live in the shadow of those shrubs below, do not see much sunlight, not much rain, and finally can only grow into a small shrub.

Thinking of those bushes, I was impressed with the valley of Mount Lu everywhere these ordinary fir. The great man wrote to Mount Lu said "leap on the lush four hundred spins", in this "four hundred spins" on the mountain road, a flash outside the car window that a straight waist, a heart up the fir, become my heart framed a frame of the beautiful scenery forever. For some time, the word "no compromise" appears in the media with great frequency. Think about these tall fir trees commonly found in the valleys of Mount Lu, and then compare that piece of shrubbery, I have a lot of newer and deeper understanding of the word "no compromise".

Originally thought that Mount Lu is not the kind of branches out of the fir trees. But later, in the beautiful scenery of the hundred cedar gallery, I still saw a branch seven cross eight forks of the strange strange fir. The trunk of the tree stands upright between heaven and earth, but the lower part of the tree has a circle of branches in the shape of a super short skirt, more like a green arm stretched around the trunk, which is why it has such a charming name as "Thousand-Handed Guanyin Fir".

This "Thousand-Handed Guanyin Fir" is actually a fir. Although there is a cold word in the name, there is a lot of warmth among the branches and leaves. In the days of the beacons, the Japanese bombs had blown this fir tree off, leaving only a bare, one-half-high stump, and people who saw it thought the tree would not survive. But the next spring, the tree around the wound but tenaciously grew a circle of green shoots, with the sun and rain, more and more luxuriant, more and more sturdy. Its vitality has added a lot of respect to many people. However, the story is not over yet.

The resurrected fir tree was not willing to be a short and fat one, so it grew a tall trunk in the middle of its green branches and went up, up, up until it stood side by side with other firs to welcome the bright sunshine and block the raging wind and snow. In this way, this fir is such a peculiar appearance of the tree, left in the forest of firs in Mount Lu. That proudly standing bones are praiseworthy, the courage of this indomitable also admired. Even if encountered a further setback, the dignity of life is always able to sing a song of tenacity green hymn.

I look at the fir in Mount Lushan, the heart suddenly surged out of the ten thousand feelings of pride ......