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A Place Lingering in My Mind
张璐Cla C
What does the touring mean to you, evasion or vagrancy, seeking or recalling? For me, the destination of touring is to find a place which can touch your heart and store you heart.On that moment you will understand that what we want is just to find a way to our true soul after trudging all over the world.And I’m sure that maybe you are a hurriedly anxious pa-by for some cities, some sceneries or some travelling, but I’m just as sure that sometimes they can sneak into your heart softly and set into your dearest memories.Such is Wudang Mountain.I have gone to Wudang Mountain during the autumn of my junior in high school for I was very tired of arts and sciences division which could later influence me in my whole life.So my father took me to relax and sought something helpful in Wudang Mountain.After got off the train, we took a minibus to enter into the Wudang Mountain area.Through the window covered by vapor in the morning, I saw that the mountain hills full of wild profusion of vegetation gave us an impreion of great deep steadine.Maybe because of morning, the fuzzy line of sight was enwound by the wet airflow.Gradually as we have entered into the area, the mountain has become more and more majestic, sometimes erect, sometimes graceful, occupying a part of earth strongly.The instant we stood to the foot of the mountain, I looked up to it and eyeful was hill and felt its gargantuan momentum.The mountain is so tall and wide that as if the sky is filled with it without any gap.The lush trees extends as far as eye can see
which is looked as a coat of the hill.From the foot to top, the color is becoming from the yellow-green to green and then pale blue.Finally at the top of the mountain stands the building’ scarlet and golden yellow color.The narrow path is winding on the ridge and hiding in the forests discontinuously as the dragon rests on the mountain, much mysteriously and far splendidly.After we have bought the ticket, we started to climb the mountain.At first, my father encouraged me by saying that the mountain seems to be not very high.But later when we reached only halfway up the mountain, my father and I were too tired to stop for a rest.At that time we were in orange groves where many small oranges hanging on the treetop added a distinctive flavor to this holy mountain.Occasionally a maple tree stood beside the path which was as red as fire that I believed my pupils were reflected as the dark red.I have realized the purest color in the world, the yellow to extreme, red to extreme, green to extreme and ultimate beauty that I had never seen.Under the background of colorful forests, there are various kinds of mountains and mountains beyond mountains in the vision, steep or rugged, high or straight, full of anima and making us coo at the wonder of nature.It’s about six o’clock in the afternoon that we triumphed at the top of the main peak.Monks were singing, and the solemn sound mixed with the respectful bells was running away from the source.Everything was bathing in the afterglow.The setting sun reflected off the golden roof and shined on everybody’s faces in the near.I suddenly have an illusion that the grant temple is lighting at dusk.Looking into the distance, I felt placid and peaceful when seeing the uninterrupted green hills and mountains, forests layer after layer, and high and low houses as if in coir raincoats.The color of sky was in the constant transformation, dyed everything with different colors.The red or purple or yellow sky, the black far mountain, the deep green
vegetation, the golden building’ roof and the scarlet wall made up of a claborate-style painting.I was surrounded by so divine atmosphere that I almost cried.Now, I absolutely understand my father’s meaning: so small our people are, so large the nature is, so short our lives are, so many disappointment we must face with and so happily and smoothly we choose we want.Nothing needs our worries because the end of everything is standing on the top of the peak.The incense was curling upward, floating away with the distant bells and becoming the vaguer handwriting on the damaged stone tablet.The fragrant of tree was rolling with the autumn breeze, but the fine gra was living through the dusty of thousands of years.You should have been there.It was the place and the day and the occasion that made me deeply regretful I have to leave.This is the place making a holy impreion in my mind, giving me encouragement in my mind and lingering in my mind, which I will bear in my mind forever.
