At 3:30 in the afternoon, our family arrived at the Baima Temple ForestPark. The tall and straight trees swarmed together. The mountain roads werewinding like Wolong. There were numerous amusement parks like wild geese. Thewater level of the lake was as gentle as a mirror
After we get off the bus, we first go to climb the mountain. There arestairs one by one, winding mountain roads, and yearning tree lined pathsEverything is so tempting.
Climbing began, I step by step, a section of the stairs. Sometimes happy,sometimes jumping; sometimes chasing my sister quickly, sometimes sitting in thepavilion enjoying the pastoral rest, here is really beautiful, countless greenforests, countless silver lakes, it is so desirable.
When I saw the ants climbing the mountain, I couldn't help but stop forfear of hurting them; when I met the hare, I held my breath for fear of scaringhim away; when I met the birds, I didn't hurt her, because I knew it would behappy only when it was free. I can't count how many roads, how many stairs, howmany steps I took; I can't count how many trees, how many lakes, how manyscenery I saw.
One of the most influential is the historical allusion "white horse pullingrein". It tells about a poor boy who cut firewood for the old rich man becauseof his poor family. One winter, when the boy finished cutting firewood, he sawan old man on his way home suffering from cold. He forgot the old rich man'scruel intention to light a fire to keep the old man warm, and put some water inthe river to make the old man drink, The old man was very grateful to him, so hegave him a paper horse and told him that if the paper horse ate the millennialcereal grass, it would become a magic horse. When the young man came home,suddenly the wind was strong and there was a snowstorm all night. The next day,despite the storm, the rich man forced the boy to go into the mountain tocollect firewood. The young man thought of the paper horse hidden in his arms,but where to find the millennial cereal grass? Suddenly, he thought that amillennium old Buddha statue had been destroyed in the White Horse Temple on themountain. He clearly remembered that the skeleton of the Buddha statue was madeof cereal grass, so he immediately came to the temple and took out a cerealgrass from the Buddha statue. The paper horse in his arms opened his mouth andswallowed it, shaking his head and tail, and suddenly became a snow-white steed.He went into the mountain to carry charcoal for the youth. When the rich manlearned about it, he wanted to take the god horse for himself, so he conspiredwith his servants to steal the horse before midnight, and was kicked to theground by the white horse. The boy wakes up from his sleep, jumps on his horse'sback and flies away with the white horse. The horse bell is pulled down by therich man and scattered all over the ground. It turns into a ringing stone. Aridge dragged by the white horse's reins is still barren. This is the origin ofmalingshi and the story of "white horse pulling rein", one of the four famousscenic spots in Jincheng.
I've read this story many times, and I understand the general meaningaccording to the pictures. I dare not say that I memorized it, but I can saythat I absolutely understand the general meaning, because I know it's a storythat benefits me all my life.