Thirty kilometers from home, there is a little-known hill, although the mountain is not high, but it is formed by volcanic eruptions, but it is flourishing because of the pilgrims. Every Dragon Boat Festival, it is a good place for people to come within a radius of 100 miles. People go out to pick flowers, climb high and look far away, worship the Buddha, and play for half a day in this place that is almost oxygen, there is always indescribable joy and beauty.
I also like this hill, especially when I am tired of playing and resting, in the dense forest, watching the little squirrels playing and jumping, among the stamens, watching the big butterflies flying non-stop, in the grass, I can see the new categories that cannot be named, there is always a very pleasant and pleasant to pay attention to. Due to work, I haven't been there for three years, and I can't help but miss it very much. So on a midsummer day, about three or five friends drove there. When you enter the mountain gate, you feel like you have arrived in a strange place. Buddhist buildings have been built from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the rugged mountain road that used to reach the top of the mountain has hardened into a steep cement pavement, and the only temple and a lay building in the past have become today's extraordinary temples. The mountain is photographed, the photo is photographed, after the return, there is always some unhappiness about this hill that "has not been seen for three days, and it is not too hard for several days". On reflection, it turns out that the temple that occupies half of the mountain squeezes out the beautiful space of our minds.
Speaking of which, I think of painting, which is said to be a good work that needs to know how to leave blank. I don't like that hill anymore, it's not that the mountain is bad, it's that too many temples have robbed the mountain of blank space, leaving the ethereal heart with nowhere to put it. A few days ago, on an outing, I took a detour to visit a friend I hadn't seen in 20 years. He is no longer handsome and tall, but instead bald, toothless and pot-bellied, during the banquet, we drink and talk freely, but our hearts are sour. In the same way, like climbing a hill lined with temples, when I return home, I regret taking a detour to visit my friends, and hurting the beauty of my friends in my mind.
Every time I think of the hill of the past, and every time I remember the old friends, I begin to sincerely admire the wisdom of the ancients. The phrase that is often on the lips is "Come with a whim, come back with a huff." "In the past, it was only a story to listen to, but now it has a different experience. After a night of boat travel, he finally arrived at Dai Kui's door, but Wang Huizhi came back without entering. Someone asked him why he didn't go in? He said: "I came here with prosperity and returned with all my prosperity, so why should I see An Tao evil? ”
Yes, there are many beautiful things in my heart, the times change, the years change, why do you need to see the people and things that are already plausible?! Wouldn't it be better to leave some space for your thoughts, not only for others, but also for yourself?