After more than ten consecutive days of rain, the mountains have absorbed ample moisture and quietly become lush and verdant. In just a month, Weishan's most beautiful meadow, Qingyun Grassland, has completely shed its yellow hue and entered its peak season of luxuriant growth. Countless wildflowers in yellow, white, and purple bloom among the grass, like fish chasing waves, playing and joyfully celebrating the return of this wonderful moment. The sky is like a scene outside the meadow's window, constantly drifting and changing. At this moment, the window view is a deep blue washed clean by the rain, spotless, with light clouds floating idly and freely.
This is our second time entering Qingyun Meadow from Houshan Village. We park the car in the village and only need to walk about one kilometer, crossing the mountain pass at the top, to embrace this vast and clear world like a sheep. Yes, with just a little effort, spending a few minutes walking a one-kilometer mountain path and crossing over, you can calmly accept this pure land that has not yet been wantonly destroyed by humans. Keep a heart of reverence and compassion, and everything there will smile at you.
The grassland, giant rocks, forests, and the cattle, sheep, and shepherds walking among them all follow the changes of the seasons in an orderly manner, flowing slowly through the passage of time without any abruptness, bringing a sense of peace and reassurance. The grassland is kindly soft, like a huge mattress. The sweet scent of grass rises from underfoot, spreading in all directions, as if gradually condensing into a seagull following the clouds outside the window. The surrounding forests have become thicker, standing at the edge of the meadow like a silent army guarding this soft grassland. But when danger truly comes, they remain silent, unable to shoot arrows or even give a warning.
The moment we step into Qingyun Meadow, we are all children of nature, running into the meadow's vast embrace, chasing and rolling on the grass, bathing in pure sunlight, searching for 'gems' in the stone forest, and chasing the elf-like leaping muntjac deer in the forest. A muntjac with a tuft of white hair on its tail appeared at the edge of the forest just ten meters away. We could only exclaim in amazement as the elf-like muntjac bounced and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.
The only household on the meadow has also welcomed the vigorous growth of crops. The entire field of potatoes is blooming with white flowers, shining among the green stems and leaves. The papaya trees have also borne large green fruits. When autumn comes, the yellow papayas will emit a rich fragrance and slowly fall to the ground with this faint scent.
I think if I were a botanist, I would more easily discover the surprises hidden everywhere on this meadow. On several rocky slopes of the meadow grows a unique kind of tree: the ancient trunks are blackened like charcoal, with uneven surfaces, not round like other trees, as if part of them has been cut away by axes, standing trembling in the wind. Among the dense branches and leaves held up by the trunks, one or two pale yellow flowers peek out. Looking up, if you don't observe carefully, you might think this tree, like most trees in the forest, does not bloom. Stepping closer on the rocky slope, more and more pale yellow flowers appear before us—one, two, dozens, more pale yellow becomes visible. As we get closer, a faint fragrance drifts down, refreshing the heart. The black trunks are not bare either; ferns and moss each occupy their own territory, adding color to the black soil beneath them.
On the way back, a flock of sheep leisurely forages on the slope by the forest edge. An old shepherd stands not far away, perhaps watching the sheep, or perhaps gazing at this world he has grown accustomed to.
As we were about to leave this beloved meadow, two 'great men' arrived unexpectedly. They drove their car recklessly across the meadow, as leisurely as if entering their own backyard. That huge vehicle roamed around like a great shark in the ocean chasing fish, completely ignoring the clearly visible paths on the meadow. Several new tire tracks on the grass are their great achievements. Future visitors, you will surely admire their masterpiece. As we passed by, they stood by the great shark, looking at the distant scenery and exclaiming, 'How beautiful.' How majestic they were, like victorious generals conquering cities, standing on a high ground piled with countless heads to admire the grandeur of the city. Even after they leave, their footprints will remain here forever. Nature will not forget; every crushed blade of grass will bear an indelible scar, silent.
All things have spirit; they strive to ignite life, like these two small flowers outside a farmhouse by the roadside, infecting passersby with their unintentional beauty. Therefore, treating all things with kindness is also having spirit.
