Tianmushan – The Eyes of Heaven Mountain

– or is it the Eyes that Look at Heaven? 

The true face of the mountain is elusive.

Two tall peaks, each with a pool of water at the top, gave the ancients the inspiration for the name of this mountain range in Zhejiang Province near Hangzhou.   Then the mystery thickens, because it is for us to find out their meaning – if heaven is looking at us, or are we looking at heaven, or is this the portal where we discover our oneness in everything? 

 A note on the road

The road up Tianmushan has more than 200 hairpin turns, all with mirrors installed at the bend, which is more like a tight u-turn that turns upwards than anything else.  Be prepared to hang on to something as you whirl your way up.  Once you are in the nature reserve, the path is also tricky.  The stones are not flat, and the stairs are steep and long.  Be prepared for a workout.  If you do wear out, there are mountain walkers who carry bamboo chair frames, and will carry you out for a fee.   If you get tired-

If you are deep in the mountains and there are many stairs to climb it might cost a lot, so it is better to ask about the various turns in the road.  At one the people coming back up from the lower areas told us that it was very very steep and not worth going.  Now – that is all in the eye of the beholder.  Our group tramped through it all.  On the way up from the steepest set of stairs I praised my bamboo walking stick on each step.  You can buy a lovely bamboo walking stick for one rmb in the parking lot at the entrance area.  I couldn’t be parted with it at the end of the day – it had become an old friend.  It now sits in the dining room and I send it love and affection every time I walk by it.  The red painted character on the rock is “chan” – the Chinese name for Zen (Buddhism), which originated in China. Elyn and the Tree KingTwo Kings

 

Here we are with the King of Trees, the oldest tree in the park, now very elderly and barely alive, and my Bamboo Staff, bless its heart.  The King of Trees is an ancient Cryptomeria whose bark has been removed by years of pilgrims who believe that it will cure leukemia.

Fog and Mist

A famous poet wrote “there is no way to know the mountain’s true face!”  The mountains south of the Yangzi are often in the mist, floating in and out, clearing a little, then closing in.  There is no way to know the true face of this mountain either, and I wondered if there would ever be a clear day when you could gaze into the eyes of heaven.  This weekend we had thick mist and clouds so dense that we came out of our walk as if we had a shower in spite of the fact that it wasn’t raining.   I want to see the eyes-of-heaven ponds, so I am going to have to go back.  This trip was spent getting acquainted with the mountain face itself, but we must have been crawling on the chin, cheeks and nose!   Next time I will climb up to see the mountain’s eyes in person.waterfall at tianmushanLush moss

 

Haven for endangered species

The Eyes of Heaven mountain range is a glorious mix of rare and unusual species all thriving together in one luxuriant span of mountainous verdant green.   There are 39 “endangered and protected” animals in the range, 3 varieties of plants with the highest level of state protection, as well as 15 other varieties at the second level of protection.  

For in the true nature of things,
if we rightly consider,
every green tree is far more glorious
than if it were made of gold and silver.
– Martin Luther

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Gingkos of China’s Tianmushan

Ginkgo Heaven – why I whisper thanks to every ginkgo I see on the street

 

Tianmushan near Hangzhou, south of Shanghai,  is most famous for its elegant Japanese cedars which line the paths around the nature reserve, but there are also about 250 native ginkgo trees spotted around the area.  This gathering of the world’s oldest tree, dating back some 165 million years, is the oldest known natural collection in the world.  If they could talk they would tell you that this has been their neighborhood for the last 70 million years, because ginkgo fossils found in the area appear to be virtually the same as the trees still living on the mountain today.   

 

Ginkgoes need company, because their ancient form of reproduction requires a male and a female tree together in order to bear nuts.  But not having a mate doesn’t stop them.  If an old tree falls down, the base has buds that will grow into a tree.   The buds, hidden at the tree’s base, are safe from most disasters like fire or a dinosaur stomping around in the forest, and will spring up if the conditions are right.  

 

Ginkgo at Tianmushan

Ginko tree on Tianmushan 

 

Ginkgo nuts on the tree

 Ginkgo nuts 

You can see the nuts hanging on the tree in the photo to the left (or maybe it is the top one depending on your browser) on the right side of the picture.  They look a little like green grapes.  A farmer lady showed me how to stomp on the nuts to remove the fleshy outer part, which is like poison ivy for some people, so it’s better not to touch it.  You can see the white nuts on the inside – they look a little bit like pistachio nuts.

 

 

Charlotte once did a voice-over for a local temple in Beijing where there are two old ginkgos.  This is the description from her script of the two trees – one male and one female.  The script read:

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These two gingko trees are Red Snail Temple’s second sight of splendor.

 

Planted during the Tang Dynasty (618 – 907 AD) and now reaching a height of more than 30 meters, these two gingko trees are also known as “spouse trees” for one is male and the other, female.  With a cluster of different-sized branches growing around the bottom of the male gingko tree, one can almost feel that this single tree is host to an entire forest.  People say that every time a new dynasty comes into being, the male gingko tree will grow another branch at the base of his trunk. 

 

Mysteriously, these two gingko trees are not self-pollinating.  Every spring, the pollen from the male tree will be carried over to the female tree by the wind.

 

When spring arrived in 1994, there was no wind for many days.  On the day of April 25, however, the male gingko tree, branches and leaves shaking violently, suddenly gave off a thunder-like sound.  Following this event, people saw a cloud of yellow pollen floating towards the female gingko tree.  Having received the cloud of pollen, the branches of the female gingko tree moved as if they were dancing, creating quite the spectacle.

 

This single female gingko tree, which grows over ten kilometers away from Red Snail Temple, is also pollinated by the male gingko tree at Red Snail Temple.  Nobody knows, though, how the male tree’s pollen travels such a long distance without fail, year after year.

 

Red Snail Temple’s male and female gingko trees are beautiful in all seasons, but they are most splendid during autumn.  On a certain day in autumn, the green leaves and fruits on the trees turn golden yellow over-night, creating a heavenly picture.  

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Sounds like the Ginkgos at the Red Snail Temple have quite a love life!  But what is amazing about these trees is how they survive through almost anything.  There is a venerable ginkgo at a temple in Hiroshima about half a mile from the blast site of the atomic bomb that survived and is still growing at the new temple.   In 1946 the temple had been completely destroyed, but the tree (and three others nearby) remained and proceeded to bud again in spite of all they had suffered.

 

Just so you know, the biggest collection of cultivated ginkgoes in the world is a plantation in South Carolina where there are 10 million ginkgoes grown for their leaves, which produces an extract that is used for medicine to improve blood circulation.  

 

This is why we need ginkgos:

 

1.  They are strong and tough and survive even where conditions are very difficult, like in cities where pollution, poor sunlight, and other abuse keep other trees from succeeding.  Ginkgos almost seem to thrive on abuse, which is why so many cities plant them along the streets.

 

2.  They are beautiful.   There is something very generous about the ginkgo tree and its unusually shaped leaves.  They tend to be vigorous, and give the feeling of strength.  This is what the poet Li Shanji wrote about the gingko in the 1800s:

 

In exquisite billows,

The foliage cascades

From its shrouded source in the sky;

Green abundance veils the top-

Dwelling place of the lone crane.

Like a dancing phoenix

Its trunk soars to the clouds,

Like a coiled dragon perching on a cliff

These images reveal its hidden forces.

 

2.  They provide first-rate medicine from their nuts and leaves.   They were listed in the earliest Chinese medical herbal from 2,800 BC – yes, BC – as being helpful for blood circulation and the lungs, and there are copies of herbals from 1436 which use the seeds for skin problems, head sores, and freckles.  Another Chinese medicine text from the 1500s reports the seeds as being useful in the treatment of asthma, coughs, bladder irritability, and female issues.   The Japanese have used them for digestive problems.  Now scientists are testing ginkgo compounds for various conditions, including pain in their legs of diabetics, symptoms of multiple sclerosis, sexual dysfunction due to anti-depressants, insulin resistance, and ringing in the ears.

 

That is why I am now whispering “thanks” when I pass a ginkgo along the street.  What a gift to have such a tree on our planet. 

Musings on Autumn in China

 

Musings on Autumn in China

 

Autumn in China begins around August 7 according to the Chinese lunar calendar.  This is hard to understand from a Western point of view because the temperatures are still brutally hot in most places except the far north.  More of a “turning point” than a change in temperature, the beginning of autumn is a marker of hope and expectation for cooler weather.

 

Crickets are said to reach maturity when Autumn begins.  You can hear their singing in the evenings, even in the cities.  You can also hear their songs in the cricket markets, where cricket aficionados gather to appreciate the songs of the singing crickets and debate the merits of the fighting varieties.  Bringing a cricket into the house is a wonderful way to extend the fall season as winter approaches.

 

The Mid-Autumn Moon Festival is a major autumn holiday in China.  Families gather and spend the evening eating together, especially “mooncakes”, dried fruit and nuts wrapped in a pastry shell, often with hard boiled egg yolks in the middle to represent the beautiful autumn moon.

 

Red Leaves begin to appear in the mountains, and are deeply appreciated.  Whole cities can turn out on autumn weekends for mountain climbing and hikes through local hills.   Watch out for mountainous traffic jams!  If you are from the northern part of the US or Canada,  it won’t be as spectacular a show.  But red leaves are exciting no matter where they are.

 

Fall Fruits also bring the flavor of Autumn to the table.  In China the summer ends with juicy Honey Peaches, but autumn brings sweet chestnuts which you can find roasted in woks full of hot stones on street corners, huge yellow and red pomegranates, and crisp red Fuji apples with their delightful fragrance and flavor.

 

Sweet Osmanthus blooms in the Autumn in the south, and you can take the blossoms and put them in sugar to make a perfumed syrup to use in sweet soups during the winter months, an aromatic reminder of warmer days.  

 

Fall is considered a melancholy time in China because the harvest is finished, the days are shorter, and many of the green trees and plants are in the dying period of their cycle.  Because there are these feelings associated with Autumn, it is considered a good time to write poetry.   Take a glass of wine out to share with the moon and you may get struck with writer’s muse !

 

And if by chance your own poem doesn’t arise, here is an Autumn poem by a Tang Dynasty (618 – 907 AD) poet, Ma Dai.

 

An Autumn Cottage at Ba Shan

After the shower at Bashang,
I see an evening line of wildgeese,
The limp-hanging leaves of a foreign tree,
A lantern’s cold gleam, lonely in the night,
An empty garden, white with dew,
The ruined wall of a neighbouring monastery.
…I have taken my ease here long enough.
What am I waiting for, I wonder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Further Musings on the Fall – Autumn rhythms in China

Further musings on the Fall – Autumn rhythms in China

 

Autumn in China begins around August 7 according to the Chinese calendar.  This is hard to understand from a Western point of view because the temperatures are still brutally hot in most places except the far north at the beginning of August.  I hid in the air conditioning at our house and went outside only if necessary for most of July and August.  My seasonal radar noticed that “li qiu,” the beginning of autumn, had arrived and I felt my hope return.  The beginning of Autumn is like the “border” of the fall season, a “turning point” rather than a change in temperature, showing that the next season is on the way.  

 

In Chinese thinking, Autumn is the time for all things to draw inward and gather resources together.  Seeds and fruits mature and fall to the ground.   Instead of sap rising, like in the spring, it begins to settle down into the roots.  The grass loses its water and turns light and brown.  Our dogs like naps curled up in the warm spots of sun in the house.   

 

Autumn is considered a period of decline, but like other periods or states of decline, the aging of the famous or the decline of a nation, it is often hard to discern it.  If you think only in a straight line, this will be a sad thought, but if you consider the seasons in their cyclical nature, this is only decline that brings the quiet of winter, which will inevitably lead to the greening of spring and the robust summer of the next year. 

 

According to Chinese medicine, Autumn is a good time for filling up with warmer, heavier foods.  People should prepare for the winter like the squirrels do – more nuts and seeds, as well as whole grains, cooked squashes and other root vegetables, and perhaps small amounts of lean meats.  Cool weather means we need to focus on giving more fuel for our “furnace”.   A season for cozy comfort foods means you don’t need to feel badly for eating some carbohydrates, since you are just in harmony with the season.

 

I often forget to wear my socks until the really freezing cold weather of winter arrives, but my Chinese friends tell me that I should wear socks or even better, wear a pair of slippers once the weather has begun to change.  When autumn really sets in and my definition of “cold weather” is met, I put my socks back on and enjoy their warmth.  Sweaters too.  In China, people will have socks and sweaters on long before I do.  “Oh, don’t you have pains in your knees if you don’t wear slippers?”  they ask me.  When I tell them “no,” they marvel and tell me that Americans have strong constitutions. 

Four Beauties of China Museum, Zhuji, Zhejiang

Do we have a standard for beauty in the West?

In China there is a standard for beauty that has persisted over time. Li Bing, our first Chinese teacher in Nanjing, amazed us when she recited the criterion for us:
~Eyebrows like willow leaves
~Eyes like almonds
~Mouth like a cherry.
~Large and expressive eyes,
~Graceful fingers and arms
~A willowy figure
~Tiny feet and a light, elegant gait.

(That last one wipes most Westerners off the “beauty map”! Me for sure. My feet, at size 9 1/2 to 10, can only find shoes in the US. There are no shoes for me here in China.)

But there were also Four Famous Beautiful Women in Chinese history who were not only beautiful, but their lives had important ramifications for the nation, playing a key part in the outcomes of difficult national situations.

The earliest of the “Four Great Beauties” was Xi Shi, whose hometown is Zhuji, where the Wuxie Nature Preserve and Scenic Area is situated. Xi Shi lived during the seventh to sixth century BC, which was the Spring and Autumn period, long before China’s warring kingdoms were united by the Yellow Emperor. She was apparently incredibly beautiful, and they say that when she went to the river to wash her wool for weaving, the fish would swoon and faint to the bottom of the river at the very sight of her beauty.

The next one was Wang Zhaojun, who lived just before the Yellow Emperor united China, during the first century BC during the Western Han Dynasty. At that time the Huns “and other barbarian tribes” were making attacks on China. When the King of the Huns requested a bride from the Emperor as part of a peace agreement, none of the concubines was willing to leave their country except Wang Zhaojun, who volunteered to go. They say she cried as she left the country, and the geese in the sky were so taken with her beauty even in sadness that they “forgot to fly” and fell from the sky. Her sacrifice gave the nation 60 years of peace.

Diaochan (c. third century, Three Kingdoms period), was said to be so luminously lovely that the moon itself would shy away in embarrassment behind a cloud upon seeing her face.

Her story is complicated – she had an affair with a famous warrior, and persuaded him to kill his godfather, who was threatening the Emperor. Later, when another warrior wanted her to seduce others, she refused, and chose death rather than be unfaithful to her loved one and the nation. She was thus not only extolled for her beauty, but also for her loyalty and righteousness.


Yang Guifei (719–56, Tang Dynasty), said to have a face that puts all flowers to shame. When the flowers saw her beauty, they would fold up in astonishment. Her story is too complicated to write here – it is there in all its glory on Wikipedia. Basically it is a tale of imperial besottedness with her beauty and cleverness. Position and beauty make a powerful story. The interesting attributes of Yang Guifei are that she had strong underarm odor, and spent a lot of time washing with perfumed soap and powders, and that she was “plump.”

If you ever get the chance to go to the Four Beauties of China Museum in Zhuji, Zhejiang Province, you should go. Not only these four beauties, but other women who hold a position in Chinese history are represented with art and other displays, leaving a very inspiring record of famous women in Chinese history. There are abundant English descriptions, and the architecture of the buildings is very well done.

Wuxie poem

In Ancient China poets often sat around drinking tea or wine together, composing poems and sharing their inspiration. So after our trek up the waterfalls, when Xiao Xu invited us to drink some local Green Sword Tea at one of the tea stands by the side of the trail, we were inspired to take the time to write a poem. In the shade of a red maple, with our glasses of green tea providing the fuel in the ancient way, a poem appeared. Part of our inspiration was the view of the path from our shady spot under the red maple, and part was the view we had of the stream slipping past us on the other side.

The path was at the edge of the stream, and all along the way we could watch the action in the water, where children used their nets and hands to see what they could find, like little Sherlock Holmes and Watsons. Sometimes the parents jumped in too, laughing and toting children too small to go alone.

Sheer delight.

In honor of the day, here is the poem:

Next to the Waterfall Stream,
Wuxie Nature Preserve, Zhuji Town
Thinking green leaves and water we escaped
To Zhuji beyond Hangzhou, where we,
Joining the flowing crowd of May through lake and mountain path,
Returned ourselves to the source.

Along Five Waterfall stream we swirled,
A parallel current to fish, salamanders, and minnows
To slip and dodge the big and tiny both,
Where snails, never fast enough, appeared in tiny fingers.

The immortal spring plunged through our midst
Some fell in, some drank the source,
To fill the green space in our hearts,
Old friends discussed which was spinning faster,

The children, falling bamboo leaves, or time?
And whether, if we returned another day
To this source of life, inspired, could we
climb its highest peak, and outwalk the farthest waterfall.

May Day, 2008

The Sea of Humanity meets the Waterfall

Wuxie Scenic Area, Zhuji, Zhejiang Province – Home of the Five Waterfalls
Actually, this is not the sea of humanity pouring out of a waterfall- it is simply a joyful crowd of merrymakers, mostly visitors from Shanghai, like us, having a fun time in the Wuxie Scenic Area about 25 km away from the little town of Zhuji in Zhejiang Province.

In Shanghai we lack green and sun, in spite of the great effort made by the city at adding landscaped boulevards and green parks throughout the city. The company driver had heard me mumble “I need green” the day before the May Day holidays, and was kind enough to offer to take us out for a day. Wuxie satisfied the criteria for “green” and “water” and “fun” as well as being “not too far,” only three to four hours, depending on traffic. We had left home at 6 am, and by the time we got to the parking lot, it was full. The cars lined the road for miles by the end of the day. We were lucky we arrived early. On other weekends it is quiet and peaceful – so don’t be deterred if you are worried about people. Our trip was a very high holiday experience, and not indicative of what it is usually like.
It was like a reverse waterfall. A peoplefall. Surging from the side roads and broad parking lot and then packing into the the shaded lane by the side of the brook, cascading our way to the ticket booth. Water rushing out. People rushing in. If you are claustrophobic in crowds, it would be wise to avoid Wuxie during the May 1 holidays. I have to admit that I was reminded of a State Fair – and I find real pleasure in happy, warm-weather crowds that only have a good time in mind. If you just relax and join in, there are so many happy moments to be had.


Wuxie is written 五泄 and it means “Five Waterfalls”, which is the goal of your trek into the mountains. However, on the way, there are constant diversions. Sometimes people complain about touristic attractions, but I admit I found them cheery. On May 1, when all of China is in the mood for a trip somewhere, people are the point! Joy is infectious. On May 1, I would expect impossible lines, a bit like going to a State Fair in the US on the Fourth of July, but I was amazed at how quickly we got through the long line waiting for the boats. Each boat brought a surge of merrymakers to the trail at the far end of the lake, and we diverted easily off to the side of the flow to try various skills and activities on the way in.

 

Yes, that is me practicing shooting a tank with Xiao Xu, our driver and friend. Large plastic ping pong balls would puff out with no energy the first time, and then shoot out with real vigor the next time. I am not sure what I was trying to vanquish. There were some targets – but there was a lesson in it too. Although the guy in charge of the tank showed you the site on tip of the canon to aim at the target, the ball went out at varying speeds and pressures, so there was no chance to ever hit anything. Would US crowds at a fair enjoy these amusements?? Impossible to win and no prize?? For most of the visitors here, hitting the target wasn’t the point. It was enjoying the process and having a good laugh with your friends at how badly you did. We all shot at our own ghosts.
And yes, that is Peter, the Master Archer having a go at local archery. See? He was our champion.
There were no prizes for any of the booth activities. If you are used to having competition and prizes for these games, it is a bit deflating not having a prize. I ended up liking it better after a minute of contemplation- how nice to just enjoy the experience with no pressure to win. There were still fun “prizes” to buy – red plastic fishing nets on bamboo poles and small transparent plastic cage-containers with a handle to put your watery surprises from the brook – snails, insects, and minnows. The brook was not very full, so everyone piled in with great glee, falling in, laughing, and in the deep pool at the bottom of the waterfall, swimming around, delighting in the cool water. There were many prizes to be had.
You could even buy a turtle if you wanted to – all sizes.
The path continued on to an electric car station where everyone piled into the carts to go further in to the site. It was very telling about the groups visiting Wuxie that day – when the cart was almost full, the attendants would call out “Anyone here with two in a group? Three in a group?” to fill the last few seats. No one came forward. Most had come in larger groups – Parents, grandparents, children, and friends, all wanting to stay in the same cart. The cart drops you off right near the Zen Temple which is at the foot of the mountain area. The temple was full of activity, and the young monks looked like they didn’t mind the intrusion of the May Day crowd.
Like many religious institutions in China, this temple had been newly reconstructed on an old site. Its many buildings and statues were clean and tidy. Most statues in temples in China have dust on them. In the Zen tradition, dust is a symbol for what covers and hides our true nature/the divine presence. So it is always interesting to me to see whether the statues in the temple are clean or not (sometimes a challenge because in many places there is a lot of dust). Not that it means anything really, but I was happily surprised to discover that the statues in this temple were completely dust free. I wondered if it was because they were all so new, having been installed in the temple in the last few years.
In the back was a temple dedicated to Guan Yin, the goddess of mercy and compassion. She is the Mary of China. In the only old building of the temple complex, the air was different from so many years of history. In this space two older monks in their 80s, known for their compassionate practice, sat on the side and talked to visitors who came with their life issues. The building was old, but the statue of Guan Yin had no dust either.
Even older than the monks, from the earliest era of the temple, was a ginko tree which they called the “Millenium Tree”. Was it 1000 years old? I think not. But it was an old one.
The mountains also had lively stands of bamboo – living green, sturdy and graceful stalk-trunks, shooting up to the sun. Spending the afternoon in a grove of bamboo made me feel stronger and more flexible – like the bamboo. I wonder what it would be like to live in a bamboo forest for an extended period of time.
Going up the steep stairs by the side of the waterfall meant holding on to whatever was available, so I didn’t get many photos – you can see the line of people going up in the first photo, and the second was taken above the first waterfall. Since there were so many people we didn’t go any further, but there are actually five sets of falls. I look forward to going back on a normal weekend day to get to the top when there are not so many people.

After their exhausting climb some of the hikers hung around at the foot of the waterfalls in a forest of hammocks, looking like great spider webs to the side of the trail. Smaller children hung napping, suspended in silky nylon webs while their parents caught their breath at the foot of the hammock. I thought of small flies bound fast in a spider web. Surely their parents were glad to have a rest after chasing after their little ones up the steep mountain path.
Peter, Xiao Xu and I retired to a tea shop instead, to try some of the area’s famous Green Sword tea. I regret that I didn’t get a photo of the tea in the glass, because it hung vertically like little people standing in a line – or swords – at the top of the cup. This is one of those trials – how to get to the tea without a mouthful of leaves. It can be done – sucked in through your teeth if the tea isn’t too hot. I got quite a few leaves in spite of my efforts, and resorted to using my fingers (very impolite here) to take them out of my mouth and put them in the ashtray. I hid behind my hand to do it. If no one sees it, then it isn’t as impolite!
I hope you feel a little greener after reading all this – and if you want to visit Wuxie, you will love it on an ordinary weekend when there are not so many visitors. And if you get to Zhuji, the nearby town, please make sure you stop in and see the incredible “Four Beauties of China” Museum. It sounds a little silly, but it is actually very inspiring, and exceptionally well done, documenting the lives of women who have made a difference in the nation’s history.
That’s all for now!
Elyn