我想我和绵山是有缘的。要不然,我怎会隔着那么远的山重水复,去风尘仆仆赶赴一场和它的约会呢?在这之前,很客观地说,我对绵山的印象几乎是空白的。充其量也许是在每年的寒食节,无意间上网会看到一点点关于它的蛛丝马迹和传说故事。比如那个叫介子推的大显宦官,和他的母亲一起,被焚烧在这座山里,成为后世永远的怀念,大概也是因为这个,绵山才变得神秘温和,甚至豁然凝重起来的吧? I think I and Mianshan are destined. Or else, how can I go back and forth on a date with such a distant mountain and water? Before that, I objectively said that my impression of Mianshan was almost empty. At best, perhaps during the annual Cold Food Festival, you can see little clues and legends about it online. For example, the big eunuch who pushed the meson, together with his mother, was burned in this mountain to become forever remembered later in life. Perhaps because of this, Mianshan became mysterious and even dreaded suddenly.