The Big Tree Kissed By Fire

In Liujiapanyu, I have been to Kui Mountain several times.

Kui Mountain is an unknown mountain in Yiyuan, or an unknown mountain in the Yimeng Mountain system. The white stones on the mountain are shaded or covered by poplar, peach, pomegranate and thorn trees, like cows and horses, walking or lying or standing, like sculptures. The road up the mountain is paved with mud and sand brought by the mountain floods, and the top of the mountain is a tilted four-sided stone.

If you believe in the Eight Immortals, the big stone platform is where the Eight Immortals drink.

If you believe in Pu Songling, then the big stone platform is the place where the fox immortal experienced the calamity.

Unfortunately, the Eight Immortals have not come, and Pu Songling has not come.

Disappointed, at the bottom of the cliff, under the wet rock, I found a succulent - commonly known as the dog's teeth plant. The leaves are shaped like dog's teeth, with a pointed beak and a thick, crystalline body. Holding it in my hand, I marveled at the magic of the earth. This plant, North China has, my hometown in Hunan can also be found along the creek.

But such a big Yu, there is no story?

Fang Zhao said: When she was small, she could often hear wolves howling at night in Kui Shan.

This scared me a little.

She also said: The wolves have left long ago.

Fortunately, the village had trucks coming and going, hitting the quietness of Liujiapanyu one at a time and disappearing into the mountain bay along the Shiji River. Otherwise, this place would have become a forgotten corner of the world. Yiyuan is a place with a story, the dog shaved out of the ditch spring, the resignation of the Dashiqiao Gong Temple, the southeast of the South Ma weaving cave Cowherd Temple ...... Liujiabunyu it? Surprisingly, there is not even a legend. Fang surname, Sang surname, Xu surname, Zhang surname, Zhao surname ...... fusion together, traditionally safe and sound, well, this is the Qi Lu cultural interpretation, with neighbors for good, harmony and wealth ......

Along the newly rebuilt resettlement houses, to the west, crop fields and corn fields are divided into two by the machine farming road. The crop fields are crop fields, with peppers, eggplants, beans, loofahs and sweet potato vines on one side, bustling with activity. The corn field is on one side, calm as a condensation. Walking past the last house on the road - the dog in the house heard our footsteps and actually ran out - the cats in the house of the house photo were collared, this dog was surprisingly free and ran to the back of the west side of the house, hiding under the thorns between the corn and the stringy. From time to time, he poked his head out and barked at us, instead of following us and chasing and biting - the dog was a housekeeper, and he obeyed the rules of housekeeping when we did not walk into his identification zone.

Ahead of us was a poplar forest.

My aunt said, noon to carry two bottles of beer, sitting in such a woods to drink, the old comfortable.

I tried on the trunk of the poplar tree on the roadside, opened both arms, but actually can not hold.

Looking up, the poplar tree in mid-air looking down at me.

For its contempt, I really want to kick it.

After the East first leap, but still can not resist kicking. The poplar tree did not move at all, even the leaves hanging over its head did not shake.

Next to it was a dirt road.

What attracted me was not this road, but three or five meters into the road, there is a large acacia tree.

Not this acacia tree is big attracted me - this acacia tree is not as high as the surrounding poplar trees.

What attracted me was a red cloth tied to the branches of the acacia tree, especially in a green. The cloth swirled in the breeze, with an indescribable sense of solemnity and ceremony.

Walking over, I realized that this big acacia tree is really not simple.

The trunk of the tree is nailed with a blue plaque that says the tree has six hundred years of age.

Six hundred years!

I stared at the plaque like a postage stamp, dragging us to six hundred years of time and space.

Looking up, the acacia tree had no treetops and had been destroyed by a lightning strike.

And then look around the trunk, the acacia tree hollow, was burned by the sky fire back then?

All of a sudden, I seemed to see a plant on the earth burning incense to the sky, in prayer, in trembling, not yielding.

Looking at the hole in the tree, I asked Fang Zhao: people come to worship this acacia tree, because it has experienced six hundred years, absorbing the earth's aura, with spiritual power, people come to worship?

Fang Zhaoge said: No, the legend says that the cave is inhabited by the fairy goddess.

Fairy Goddess? Well, the fairy nun is everywhere in the north and south of the river, the imperial city and village and the countryside. Where there is a human fire, someone will create a fairy nun, the various human problems can not be solved please to her, for a peace of mind. I specially went to the barren grass again, tiptoe to see the hole in the tree, a very narrow hole, not to mention a person, can accommodate a foot, right? The superstitious ...... land temple is only two meters high, and there are two people living in the land. I stretched out my hands and touched the trunk of the tree. I also told Fang Zhao and Dong Chu to stretch out their hands, close their eyes and feel the six hundred year old acacia tree that has been bathed in heavenly fire. The acacia bark is very rough, large pieces than the palm of the hand, such as dragon scales; small pieces, such as river carp. After rubbing an incense stick on the acacia tree, I did not feel the spiritual power from the acacia tree. It that rough, chapped bark, are not easy to survive, struggling to leave the traces.

The people of Liujia Punyu respect this tree, and even mythologized the tree.

Because it is still sturdy in the world after bathing in the fire.

It is not the only one who knows the pain of its rebirth by fire.

The people of the village loved the tree and added a mill on the empty ground under the tree. On the side near the crop field, a wall of former stone mills was erected. It looks very old. The ancient well on the east side, the sisal stone is smooth, look into the well, the gap in the well wall, there are a few plantain. The well water is dark as sunglasses, reflecting the branches of the acacia tree. The big acacia tree is like a strong man, flying with sleeves covering the well eye. Beyond the tree canopy is a small river with lush water plants and silent water flow. Further out, the peach forest, apple forest, aspen trees, corn fields are interspersed with a long green.

The rumbling sound comes from the big trucks passing through the village.

Sitting on the big stone mill, opposite to the acacia trees, life has become insignificant.

The seven fairies did not come here, otherwise, for her matchmaking, is this big acacia tree opposite me.

The acacia tree is just an acacia tree, the top of the sky, open branches and leaves, under the shade of their own.

After six hundred years?

As long as the people's wisdom is not confused, another six hundred years, so what?

The kiss of fire again? So what if we are kissed by fire again?

The feet are on the earth, the roots are planted in the land, the wind and fire of the sky, one disaster after another, what can I do?

Behind the glamour, is the vicissitudes!

Behind the big acacia tree, the Liu family next Yu, like a swallow elegantly flying towards this side.

The yellow tiles in the evening sunset are so close to the mountains, so close to the poplar trees, so close to the crops, like the earth growing out of autumn. Liujiapanyu is like the fruit of Kui Mountain, sunken in the poplar trees, in the rhythm of growth in the music of the sky and the roar of the motor, tending to fullness and maturity. This is the way I like the countryside, blended with nature, green hills and water for people to live in, and the earth will never be desolate.

Under the big acacia tree, I felt the unprecedented quiet.

Big Sophora tree, is the most steadfast guardian of this land.

The sore openings on the top of the tree, towards the sky, like chanting, but also like roaring.

I reached out and touched the red cloth tied to the branches of the acacia tree. I am not shy about this. What the tree carries is the years, is the history, but also carries the hopes of the people of today. Only trees and people together can prove the preciousness of peace and the beauty of life. If there is suffering, the whole world will bear it, let alone a tree, a person?

Fang Zhaoge said, "If you walk along this path, you will find Zhengjiashan.

Sure enough, along this path looking west, in the valley, there are yellow tile houses faintly visible.

The stone ridge behind the Zheng family mountain is like a high wall across, blocking the sunset light.

We went home.

The most beautiful scenery of Liujiabangyu is not the stone peaks like the quadrangle on Kui Mountain, not the high wall like Zhengjiashan, but this big acacia tree, which is the miracle of life, the soul of the earth, the messenger of the years, the proud son of the fire kissed by the sky, the guardian of this village, is the living history.

Only, I met it a little late.

However, we finally met by fate.