one In the summer of 1942, because of severe brain fatigue, I followed the doctor's advice and returned from the front line in Henan to Xi'an to recuperate.Due to the hustle and bustle of the store.The friends and friends are too busy, the mind can't be quiet all the time, and the brain fatigue is getting worse day by day.Sometimes, as long as I read a little more, I will faint in the chair, which is terrible!Finally, I finally made a big wish: go to Huashan to recuperate for a period of time! In the autumn of this year, I went to Mount Hua and lived in the Baidi Temple on Luoyan Peak, which is five thousand feet high.Two months passed, and the encephalopathy gradually recovered.At this time, it was time to go down the mountain, but I was reluctant to part with it, unable to make up my mind to leave my many good friends: these beautiful and lovely mountains.

I say that these mountains are my good friends, not exaggerating at all.Anyone who has been to Huashan Mountain will not forget those strange and charming mountain shapes.They are like some lively and beautiful beasts, always hidden in the deepest part of your heart, and you can't drive them away no matter what!In Huashan for two months, I didn't have a single friend, but I had thousands of friends: they were mountains, trees, grass, stones, birds, and the sun.During this period, I am no longer a social person, but a natural person, just like our ancestors from Beijing 500,000 years ago.

During these two months, I have adjusted my life to be as poetic as possible.Every morning, I compete with the sun on who gets up early. Needless to say, this championship always belongs to me.Facing the coldness, I rushed to the facing balcony to watch the sunrise. I watched the big, red and round sun rise peacefully, like a splendid god.Facing the sun, I opened my arms and roared three times, or recited two poems in praise of the sun by Waterman, and then rushed to the spring to wash my face.I often have my breakfast under the pine tree. When I eat steamed buns, the squirrels in the tree are chirping and nibbling the pine nuts, and the birds are singing.Sometimes I throw a handful of steamed bread crumbs on the ground, and many sparrows fly down to peck at them. Their voices and gestures have only one meaning to me, that is: life!life!life!life! .After breakfast, I leaned against the tree and fell asleep, listening to the music of the spring water. There are pianos, violins, ballads, and nocturnes. They made me drunk like wine, sweet, quiet and comfortable. ah!Near noon, I took off my clothes and lay on the white boulders of Yangtianchi for sunbathing, and the white clouds seemed to slide past me.After lunch, I ran all over the mountain, from Luoyan Peak to Yunv Peak, from Yunv Peak to Wuyun Peak or Chaoyang Peak.I don't mean to have a little thought in my head.I let the mountains, trees, clouds, sunlight, and springs around me anesthetize and stimulate me.Sometimes, I occasionally see a beautiful beetle on the side of the road, so I sit down and play with it for a long time.Sometimes, when I find some colorful pebbles, I throw them into the spring water one by one, and listen to the beautiful echoes it arouses on the water surface.Sometimes, in order to help the ants carry food, I also work all afternoon.Sometimes, Panweishi collects some wild flowers, weaves garlands, and does not return happily until sunset.After dinner, I sat in a dark corner of the hall and listened to the Taoist recite the Evening Sutra.The sound of bells and drums, the sound of wooden fishes, the sound of chimes, and the strong cigarettes made me breathe the quietness of religion. It was not until I was in a trance, and my body and mind seemed to be in a dream, that I went back to my room to rest like a sleepwalker.

With such carelessness, my brain disease was cured quickly.At the end of two months, there are only two sentences left in my diary: Many people with mental problems, why don't they come to consult the great doctor Huashan? Since I was reluctant to part with Huashan and had a mad love, I decided to stay until the end of the year before leaving.There are three reasons for me: First, I want to eradicate my brain disease and cure it thoroughly so as not to relapse in the future. This can only be done in a quiet environment like Huashan.Second, my emotions are too superfluous, and I am often overwhelmed by many things. I am determined to cultivate my character to be calmer and deeper, which can only be done in such a lonely and desolate environment like Huashan.Someone once said: The sutra is in the mouth, the Buddha is in the heart, facing the wall for ten years, and the stubborn stone nods.This refers to the ascetic practice of Bodhidharma.Although I can't face the wall like Bodhidharma for ten years, I should at least choose a calm environment to practice.Third, life is too short and opportunities are rare. Who knows when we will be able to go to Huashan again in the future?Why don't I take the opportunity of recovering from my illness to form a long-term relationship with Huashan in the history of my life for future aftertaste, chewing and thinking?

I immediately told this decision to the temple host, an old Taoist surnamed Yuan.The old man was fine, he didn't say anything, he just warned me: It's very cold on the mountain in winter, some small animals often freeze to death, so you have to be very careful.I said to him: It doesn't matter if the body is cold, as long as the heart is warm.Hearing this, he smiled.This old Taoist is eighty years old, and he went to Mount Hua to practice Taoism fifty years ago.When he came, just as the Sino-Japanese War broke out, Zuo Baogui died fighting in Pyongyang, North Korea.Now, five years have passed since the Second Sino-Japanese War, and his footprints have not yet left Mount Hua.He has not read a newspaper for four or five years.On the first day I went up the mountain, he asked me a few words: Sir, the gentlemen who came up the mountain often talked with me about whether the pit is hot or not. Of course the pit is hot?What's the point?Their words are really harder to understand than Zhang Tianshi's incantation.Maybe I'm deaf and can't hear clearly!After listening to what he said, I knew that the word "Kengre" was an anti-Japanese corruption, so I didn't answer, just smiled.Although this old man's brain is a bit flawed like mine, his body is extremely healthy.He can eat half a catty of steamed buns for a meal. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it takes less than six or seven hours to walk on a steep mountain road of fifty miles.

Autumn was coming to an end, winter was coming, and the weather was getting colder every day. Yuan Laodao finally went down the mountain one after another with other old Taoists, and spent the winter in a temple at the foot of the mountain.Only a young Taoist priest and a long-term cook were left to guard the temple.The inside of the temple seemed deserted.I don't feel lonely, I read Buddhist scriptures from time to time to pass the time.In this way, it will soon be the end of the Gregorian calendar. According to my original plan, I planned to go down the mountain on New Year's Day, 1943. I had died yesterday, and now I was completely free from the threat of disease and death.The day before New Year's Eve, I felt that the time to part Huashan was approaching, and I was a little sad beyond words.On this day, although it was terribly cold, I still lingered on the peaks for a long time, like a child leaving his toy.

Back in the temple, I returned to my room to rest very late.Not long after I fell asleep, I was suddenly awakened by a strange and terrifying roar.I put on my clothes and sat up, and listened carefully. It turned out that there was a strong mountain wind, roaring like a tiger.I could only hear bursts of ferocious screams rushing towards me outside the window, as if thousands of troops were charging in echelons.The voice was getting louder and louder, and it seemed to swallow the entire Huashan Mountain.The window panels were scratched and rattled.The whole house shook violently.I sat on the bed, as if I was in a small boat with raging waves, and it might capsize at any time.Listening to the wind, I couldn't help but get scared.I heard from an old Taoist that in the winter of Huashan Mountain, there is a violent and strange wind that can uproot trees. When people walk in the wind, they will be blown down. The pillars are also made of iron, and the foundation of the temple is a very solid and huge rock.When building these temples, it was really painstaking.In spring and summer, it was very easy to erect the frame and beams of the house. In winter, the carpenter went down the mountain to escape the winter. When he went up the mountain the next year, those frame frames had been blown away without a trace, like a yellow crane.

The windows shook louder and louder, and the room shook harder and harder.With the strong wind outside the window, I remembered what the old man said, and the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became: seeing the strong wind tonight, the building I live in is likely to be blown down.If this building collapses, people, tables, chairs and beds will all roll under the rock wall and fall straight down from the five thousand-foot peak. According to an old Taoist, if a person falls from the top of a peak, he must go at least a hundred miles away from Mount Hua to find his body! If I just slept on the bed and was thrown a hundred miles away

terrible.I dare not think about it any further. How to do it?escape?Do not escape?Or wait to die? One terrifying question after another swirled in my mind. Just as I was terrified, suddenly, there was a sound of collapse like heaven and earth cracking. I was taken aback, thinking that the universe had really collapsed, so I simply closed my eyes, my heart sank, and I waited for the end of death to come.Unexpectedly, after a while, the collapse sound disappeared again.I made a random guess: this is probably because the pine tree outside the temple was blown down.Soon, there was another burst of collapse sound, beating my heart like a hammer.I was afraid and thought wildly:

It's over, it's over, I'm over tonight!