Random thoughts on Songshan Mountain

I went to Songshan Mountain before, but it is still vague and mysterious to me. Last visit of Songshan Mountain was on a cloudy and rainy day, I walked from the south part of the mountain to the north part, but it’s still difficult for me to describe the appearance of Songshan Mountain. 
Some regrets were doomed to be fulfilled. In the past few days, I went to Songshan Mountain again. This time, the image of Songshan Mountain in my mind became clear. The Dengfeng City, full of heroic history, was protected by an invisible strong and solid wall from ancient times to the present. Night fell. Under the darkness of the night, the far-away mysterious movement began to run again. On my first visit to Songshan Mountain, I uttered the words of “meaningless time”and wrote a poem on it. Compared with the method of calculating time with second, minute and hour, the method of calculating the time of the mountain was meaningless and infinitely feeble. The mountains with millions of years’ history made your thought fly without any stops. Your imagination could not gain the insight of the mysterious crustal movements occurred around us. These movements made us feel our insignificance. Now these movements were just around you as a myth, you were made to forget everything and imagine the past windy things. 
To tell the truth, in my mind, this kind of place should be the living place of immortals and far away from our secular mankind. But now on such a night, just around the mysterious movements, omnipotent mankind was bustling with activities, busy singing and dancing in celebration of peace. This image stimulated me to deny myself constantly and doubt the authenticity of all these things. Mankind was temporary, singing and dancing in celebration of peace was temporary, colorful lights were temporary, how can we wriggle to the most real distance? Maybe only the starlight forgotten by us long ago can record all these. All these were so comic and so tragic; the history close to authenticity was quietly recorded by the faraway entity. If the stars had their own thoughts, they may felt sorry for us.
Everything restored to its original image the next day. Lives of people remained as before, just like the mountain behind them, no one can change it. Thinking just changed the virtual world temporarily, the reality was like a huge wheel, any hero or common people was driven or pushed forward by it. The continuous mountain extended faraway beyond my imagination. I was shocked and felt difficult to find words to describe these hard rocks. Under the guidance of friends, we began to advance. The streets of Dengfeng City were constructed according to the mountain conditions. Sometimes the car had to go upslope, sometimes had to go downslope, as a small boat in the wave or a leaf in the wind. Mountains showed their grandness or gentleness from different angles.   On the way from Dengfeng City to Shaolin Temple, the mountains on the left side of the road moved me speechless. I was a person easily and indescribably moved by mountains, especially huge mountains; maybe it was because I was deeply attracted by them. I was born in plain area, the image of mountain in my mind was from the talks of others and words from the books. It was too distant from me, just in my infinite imagination. Therefore, I was sensitive and held in deep respect of the mountain. The mountain was the superposition of dense even crowded finite spaces; sunlight could not clear away its mystery. At the back of the mountain was a void area with dense forest. I fancied going there and exposing its mystery. The mountain top towered high in the sky and showed its remote gesture by dark clouds. Mountains have been there, and there’s no space for the existence of other objects. Their power and image showed their superiority over other fine craftsmanship. They posed their classical postures for millions of years and they were qualified for that. We can only look up to them and revere them. 
When we reached the gate of Shaolin Temple, all my imagination and yearning for mountains went to its ultimate peak. I have been to some other scenic spots of famous mountains, and in these places, human landscapes were often more than natural landscapes. But the natural landscape here exceeded its human landscape. I was shocked and the scenery site as the Shaolin Temple became pale and feeble in my mind. Because the nature was so great, it created the incomparable beauty. Compared with them, our history should retreat from the competition platform and cheer for them as audiences. I lay on the ground of the gate of Shaolin Temple to really express my authentic feelings in my heart. The Shaolin Temple or me was surrounded by mountains, I hided myself in the cozy nest made by them. In one moment I realized why so many people of various dynasties endured innumerable trials and hardships to come here, why so many people with lofty ideals and men of letters got excited about Shaolin. It was provided with so many mountains, heavy time accumulation and thick historical precipitation. All the mountains and the earth were the great works of nature. Its history was so heavy and thick that we could not stand up before these distant memories. I lay here to melt my thought, feeling and spirit; allow my soul to pursue the faraway spirits through rocks layer upon layer; collect the mysterious earth gene in another space and carve the lonely mysterious time without emotions.   The setting sun fell behind the mountain slowly and finally hided itself in lifeless but fascinated rock layers. This scene occurred millions of times appeared again and it was full of soul colors because of the existence of feelings. It was like my life, I felt its significance and value in it. Therefore, those past and faraway times removed its painful chains and became vigorous and youthful and ran freely towards the most authentic. I returned from the existence of millions of years ago with the help of dim sunlight. I dreamed of falling from the steepest slope and instantly crashing into the reality as a shooting star. I walked into my temporary and endless life course with some loneness and desolation.