It's only two days' trip to Taihang Mountain. Twelve days have passed, and nine days have passed since the first stop. It's already the rhythm of writing memoirs - some journeys that need to be reviewed, speculated, and evoked bit by bit. Of course, this is a more literary expression, and the fact is: I've been busy, tonight is a little free, write out the journey of this station, is a gift to my fans who have been paying attention to the Tanabata Festival! It's a little hypocritical, but life always requires a sense of ceremony. I hope you will like this gift and like this way of giving it.
The weather forecast before going to Taihang Mountain was that there was light rain on those two days. The first day was bright and fresh. The whole trip of Hongdou Gorge was full of sunshine and enthusiasm. They all said that the weather forecast was inaccurate. On the second day of breakfast, the rain began to float. Arriving at the gate of Baquanxia Scenic Spot, peddlers with raincoats on their arms suddenly poured out of nowhere. A few short sales, shoe covers and rain capes have been transferred to tourists. But in half an hour, the leisurely men and women in colorful clothes in the scenic spot became busy travelers in gorgeous raincoats. Bright yellow, bright green, scarlet, azure blue, lined up in line, waiting for an upcoming rain trip.
The rainy time is waiting for half an hour at the gate. The rain at the foot of the mountain seemed to be specially prepared for those peddlers. In the process of mountaineering, I have been wondering whether the rain is still at the foot of this mountain. Rain is a way to greet travelers in Taihang Mountain. It is also a gift from Taihang Mountain to the local people.
After entering the scenic spot, we hurried onto the battery car. But a few minutes' journey began to change to the pleasure boat. We chose a boat without ceiling, and there was no rain anyway. The pleasure boat without ceiling is open and bright, suitable for sightseeing.
The boat went through the valley, slowly moving forward, and the steep mountain was on the side, slowly retreating. Dark hills and dark green plants protect the serene and honest atmosphere. Water is pure green, flowing quietly, gently and elegance. In the valley, I just want to adjust all the senses to the most sensitive degree, listen to the sound of the murmuring water, look at the mountain's cold and slit reveals the beauty of the mountain, feel the unique damp and cool valley. Only touch with your hands and embrace with your body. The time of the cruise ship was very short, and reached the place where it could walk. The beauty of the eight spring gorge is just beginning to truly reveal itself.
Unlike the steps made of steel bars in Hongdouxia, the road of Baquanxia is made of cement, strong and smooth, with a natural beauty of bending. The most common beauty of this time of hiking is the majestic flow of water whistling down the mountain, making a noise, reverberating in the misty Valley as if in a fairyland. The water rushing down from the mountain is powerful, attacking the mountains and carrying wild breath. And the tiny pink and purple wildflowers on both sides of the valley, with their delicate smiles, were still sleeping birds and insects, and the valley was quiet, as we were the first tourists to enter the scenic spot. It's so quiet except for the sound of loud water and people's admiration. It's a contradiction, but it makes sense: the valley is enjoying its morning quietly, the birds and insects are silent, only the flowers and the landscape remain normal. A shy and open, joyous Pentium is the way they do their own things quietly. And the tourists praised it and let the valley feel the appreciation from the outside world. This appreciation does not break the quiet beauty of the Taihang Valley. It is only an ornament, and it is the corresponding way that nature and human society echo each other.
All the way was the wonderful beauty of the mountain stream. After about forty minutes'journey, we saw a regular waterfall facing down, which was the source of the mountain stream. The waterfall is a man-made levee, although some momentum, but the lack of some natural rhythm, so the United States discounted some.
With a little regret, he started climbing, and soon reached the top of the mountain. When it reached the top of the mountain, there were some signs of rain. The mist is winding the mountain tops, and the rain is drizzling. Clouds and mists flow slowly, sometimes banded, sometimes flocculent, then gathered, and then dissipated. The uncertain hesitation and apprehension seem to be the girls who want to stop talking.
Even if we are reluctant to part, we must set foot on the way down the mountain. This is helpless, but also a test: when you go down the hill, you feel tired, leaning, slowly down, and every step of the buttock pain, leg pain. This is the beauty of Mount Taihang, too beautiful to be touched, too weak to be touched, but to be touched with all one's strength, how can we not let people do their utmost? How can you leave no pain in the body?
After nearly half an hour of hiking, the birds and insects in the Taihang Mountains began to come alive. Are they saying goodbye to me? Sincerity is enough, rhythm is slightly worse, this is the Taihang Mountain farewell language, one want to retain, one swallow, one treasure, one gentle entrust. And I had no other response but to leave silently.
This trip, for me, is the biggest difference from previous travel. No longer willing to take photos. With this close contact with the eight spring gap in Taihang Mountain, I enjoyed the process of getting along with each other. I do not want to divide any time and mind to express myself. I just want to use more and more time to appreciate, connect and read. I need nothing to prove that I have been here before. I firmly believe: here every piece of rock must remember, here every wisp of spring must remember, remember such a me, such a forgotten I am me.
Source: Teacher Zhao of Qihe
Original: Zhao Dongmei
