I like houses more than fields

There is a forest near my house.

At first, I just looked at it from a distance, thinking that there might be nothing at the end of the road. The government and construction companies erected huge billboards with slogans that were arrogant and rude.

One day, I insisted on going forward, but I found that at the end there was a path that turned right and downhill. From there, I folded down, passed through a field of yellow-green-yellow-green reeds, and reached the forest.

The trees here are terrifyingly dense, and each one is soaring into the sky. There is a small stream along the road, which also flows in the dry season. Going further down, encountering a small bridge, you can hear a louder sound of water.

A mountain temple was also built next to the bridge, and the cement was brushed indiscriminately, and there was no door. It was very simple. It is expected that the original mountain temple is gone, and it is unable to build a new one, but the tradition of worshipping the mountain gods by the locals nearby has not been broken. Although the conditions are so bad, it seems that the incense is always on. Every time I come, I mistakenly think that the incense person has just left.

But it is too mysterious here. The sun shines on the grass and the fallen dead wood, and there will be gusts of green smoke, which makes people think of some ghost stories for no reason, and guess who the incense is, whether it is a human or a ghost, and finally Where did it go again. There is no answer.

But since there is a mountain temple, it is indeed a mountain. People build a road out of it, it's a shortcut to somewhere - it's really shorter than the outer road. Because the road is all around the mountain, and this secret trail goes straight through the woods and goes through the whole mountain. There is a sense of strength that defies the principles of nature, but it also exudes a tinge of ominousness, like the eerie incense of that dilapidated mountain temple.

It was a surprising discovery, but there were other unspeakable feelings in my heart. A forest and a mountain appear here, although it has existed for many years, longer than I have been here, longer than the city has been here, but it surprises and disturbs everything that is "new", as if it had just The one that appeared out of nowhere.

The later anti-guests are the main ones, wanting to expel the first ones. At that moment, I was the city, or unconsciously stood on the same side as the city, looking up at a strange monster together.

Then there is the fact that it is too close, so close to home, so close to modern life, it is like accidentally opening an arbitrary door, and suddenly seeing its whole picture, people can't help shuddering. How did it break into such a situation without the slightest transition.

The forest is like this for us, you look for the right mood, you travel long distances, you take your time, take the initiative to get out of your city, across the road, across the fields, come to see me. If you don't go through such a process, it seems that there will be a feeling of being invaded by it.

But the fact is that humans invaded it, destroyed it, and left a mess. And it didn't even raise its eyes from beginning to end, didn't even bother to act contemptuously, it just grew up on its own, and when people accidentally saw its silent power, they were startled with a guilty conscience: This monster! Why did you invade my border like this, get out.

All the shock, anger, and slander are because people can't face the fear in their hearts, and it is difficult to accept and admit. When facing this behemoth, there is such a despicable and weak heart in the chest.

But I remembered again that when I flew over the vast and boundless mountains during the journey, I was shocked, and at the same time, I was accompanied by a thought that I wanted to suppress: I should not be afraid, nor should I feel about "untouched nature". any adoration.

Faced with this cunning and innocent forest, my heart was full of shame, and then I admitted its original position and succumbed to its mighty power. I was frightened by this majesty, and I pretended to admit that it came before me, And will be after me forever.

But I still dare not say, I prefer houses to fields, I prefer cities to forests, sounds like a quibble, like looking for a place to lean on - but so what, every tree leans on forest.