Sitting side by side with the Golden Ox Mountain is Cao Miao Mountain. After getting off the Golden Ox Mountain and then climbing the Cao Miao Mountain, it's not an easy task. There is General Yang Ji's tomb on the mountain, in front of which there is a post road, and on both sides of the post road there are stone men and stone horses in different shapes, standing upright according to the mountain. The pine trees beside the road are luxuriant and verdant, jasmine flowers and wild chrysanthemums are even more colorful. In the dense shade, a clear brook often flows down, and in the ravine, a winding rock vein stretches forward vividly, making people marvel at its beauty.
In the middle of the waist of the Daoist Mountain behind my house, there is a stone god sitting in the open air, who is a Taoist practicing Chan meditation, hence the name of the Daoist Mountain. Sitting side by side with the Daoist Mountain is the Nine-Headed Mountain. On the waist of the Nine-Headed Mountain stands my alma mater, built along the mountain with magnificent momentum and many excellent talents. I remember that when I was eight or nine years old, I liked to catch fish in the new dam. The village is long and narrow. The water in the Yu Xing Reservoir at the west end is the clearest, deepest and coolest. In summer and autumn, my young partners like to play in the water in front of my house in the new dam. The new dam is so clear that you can see the bottom, and small fish are playing around the aquatic plants.
The stone-carved millstone is singing an ancient Jasmine folk song covered with moss slowly, and the wooden water wheel made of camphor wood has been rolling under the trampling of adults, splashing water flowers like white silver silk ribbons. At this time, my heart becomes a little wild involuntarily rather than spontaneously, a piece of hometown Jasmine folk song and a string of laughter splash a wave of scattered echo in the broad bosom of the mountain and field.
Surrounded by mountains, the colorful clouds have just dispersed, revealing its majestic and awe-inspiring scene. You must climb high to take a look at its towering presence, which is really like a thousand ridges sword. In front of it is Spider Mountain, behind it is Daoist Mountain and Nine-Headed Mountain, on the left is Linjia Mountain, and on the right are Cao Miao Mountain and Golden Ox Mountain. Looking far away, the trees in the mountains are lush and green, Jasmine flowers decorate the green peaks which appear and disappear in the misty clouds, truly...
After crossing the bridge, you will reach a temple at the foot of the legendary Spider Mountain, which villagers call the Upper Temple. In ancient times, this temple had a very prosperous incense offering. Dozens of meters ahead, there is a well. The water in the well is clear and crystal, especially refreshing in summer. It is said that this well was once the hiding place of Emperor Liu Xiu of the Han Dynasty when he was fleeing from his pursuers. When Liu Xiu jumped into the well, spider webs formed above it to protect him, hence the well was named Spider Well. Later, after Liu Xiu ascended the throne, he built a temple beside the well called the Upper Temple to commemorate it.
Colorful rosy clouds dye the restless and noisy face of the city. A day of bustling traffic gradually lowers its busy curtain. Standing by the window, I look far away, at this moment, as if I saw the crimson evening glow pressing on the undulating mountains, my eyes became moist, as if the distance between me and the city was suddenly shortened, and my hurried thoughts were immersed in childhood memories...
The winding Xiao Xin Dam runs through the middle, the clear and crystal-clear dam water runs incessantly. A small stone bridge spans the north and south, connecting a small sheep intestine path between me and my lover's home, linking a winding sand road leading to the distance.
Under the vast sky just pulling back its black curtain, the spider mountain in front of the door and the Taoist mountain behind the house also lifted the thin light blue mist covering it. The Chempeng Village embraced by the mountains finally revealed its simple and lasting appearance. Mud brick tile houses fall one after another according to the terrain, dozens of families live between two mountains, living in the same corner within hearing distance of each other's barking dogs and crowing cocks. As soon as it gets bright, hardworking people come out of their houses and start a day's work, either in the fields, or up the mountain to cut firewood, or...
Since the age of forty, I went to a local place with my beloved wife and child, it has been several years. During this period, I returned a few times, but came and went hastily, leaving no memory. Uncle Big Brother called to say that my hometown has undergone tremendous changes. The original mud brick tile houses have become villas with rural characteristics, and the cobblestone paths have become wide cement roads. People's furrowed brows have given way to radiant faces...
As a child, I particularly liked to climb the Golden Ox Mountain with my friends, either to collect firewood or to play. It is said that Zhu Yuanzhang once herded cattle here for his uncle-in-law. Hungry, he slaughtered a cow with the herd boys, built a stone stove to roast beef to relieve hunger. Later, fearing his uncle's scolding, he placed the cow's head at the southern end of the mountain, the tail at the northern end, and the cow's feet at the foot of the mountain, forming the Golden Ox Mountain. Now, if you climb to the peak and look down, you will know that the Golden Ox Mountain is not just a hollow reputation, but a huge ox with its forelegs kneeling, connected head to tail. Leaning on the bull's horn and looking around, the emerald green mountains and Jin Niu Lake are all in sight, giving a feeling of overlooking all the mountains as small. Far away, the mountains overlap like the surging sea, winding and twisting, spectacular. Between the peaks, there are more misty waves, flying colorful clouds, stretching for thousands of miles, with ever-changing weather.
Going up the stream along the winding path of the new dam, there is a stone bridge near the west end of the dam, spanning the north and south. One end connects to the road to my lover's house, and the other end connects to the Yu Xing market. Standing on one side of the bridge and looking up into the bridge hole, you can see that the semi-circular stone bridge is built with horse stones, blue stones, and slab stones. Who would have guessed that this masterpiece was left by our ancestors dozens of years ago!
I think what remains unchanged is: the eternal sentiment of the small stone bridge in front of my house for decades, and those mountains and waters...
Almost every household in the village has planted pear trees, peach trees, jujube trees, or camphor trees, osmanthus trees, pomegranate trees, etc., in front and behind their doors, as well as loofahs and cucumbers... When the flowers bloom, the whole courtyard is filled with various colorful and fragrant flowers. The various vines and wildflowers climbing over the walls and winding around the fences also bloom competitively, almost creating a lush green world and a sea of flowers, decorating the entire village with vibrant colors and splendid beauty. At first glance, it seems like a paradise outside the world, a fairyland on earth...