Slightly open windows, spring as previously intimate little nephew affectionately labeled the small face of my face, a little sugar, a bit of sticky saliva messy, wet wet. The car, many people are talking excitedly how the topic of how Huangshan; Listen, listen, my heart involuntarily flew on Huangshan. There is a leisure day in which they thought of the Huangshan Mountain, worrying about it.
Huangshan is I am familiar with do? Not! Although I have been to several times, but still way down the mountain even how to get all confused. Huangshan has not given me what is the impression left? There is ah! In addition to heavy fog in front and that is the one on either side of the railings covered with large and small, all colors and kinds lock Hill vaguely in front of me in! In order to facilitate their memories, I call it "Lock Road."
In fact, the road What's your name, what position it is in Huangshan, how to get the kind of situation I can not tell. I just remember that it is "Lock Road", many, many locks hanging Huangshan beauty of a mind locked in a mountain of people make a wish.
I went to Huangshan, the padlock will go there. Sometimes 32 friends, sometimes large groups of people, we all hung in there with the pious.
Came back from the Huangshan have several times, but I always empty hands, failed to get his tea, Gongju-like staple stuffed backpack. But added that time, I brought back a lock of Huangshan! Rather, that the lock is a crowd, I openly from the "Lock Road" stolen. Quietly, I see it as a lucky charm, as the treasures of body, unable to bear out to share with others.
Great any great mountains and rivers, there are a lot of myths and legends, and I prefer them a true legend. "Lock Road" since ancient times has been really do not know how many a story. Man hanging above the lock, there are large, small, fine, coarse, white, black, expensive, cheap, light, heavy, solid, fragile, and ... ... "Lock Road," Every a lock, behind the story呀!
The rugged mountain road, the edge of an abyss that is, as the road of life often crisis-ridden, believe it will be destroyed. This is this world, because there are sharp vision, love between the arm, people have continued happiness and success in order to successfully complete the mission of Health arrived in the future.
Love is beautiful. The ridges and peaks in Huangshan among the numerous popular love story. There are also many couples hanging on the concentric lock in Huangshan. Perhaps speaking tour guide's mouth is "Lock Road" the first love story: a long long time ago, good girls and the honest love of the epigenetic; but the father did not want to do business so that her daughter had a poor day, but why are her Xu to guanjia's son; marriage comes, epigenetic bravely climb out of the bride fled to the mountains; before intercept, and later from behind the occasion, they Accompanied by their hands flying away from here.
I do not know if he (she) both the choice of a suitable Tiaoya inappropriate; just go with that courage to give up all the courage enough to inspire people and loved ones close to the heart-land with a strong children, and then withstood all of the temper.
What is the most expensive in the world? Is the gold? Is the silver? Or the experience of intense heat in the earth's crust smelting, the harsh cold condensation off the diamond? In Huangshan, when my friends jokingly said, "Lock Road" there must be golden; I stared and clearly see that all is golden; they are locked emotions, not all are just as precious as gold to do?
I am also looking for more precious little vanity, and find the diamond in my mind of that lock. 1 to Huangshan, I became accustomed to in the "Lock Road" back and forth Zhao Azhao ah. God seemed so interested in sake of a Nobody, good luck I finally saw it.
It was a noon. Occasional light rain to overcast days, loss of edges and corners of the stone steps damp, seemed a bit slippery. Lazy I refused umbrella, relied on was brought out in the Yandangshan practicing climbing skill and leisurely slowly creep "locked road."
When I stand, "Lock Road" This first long stretches of the body to vomit breath, I saw the other side of a precipice to another is standing next to someone who insisted on painting a wooden umbrella. Come close by you'll see that are two elderly people, like gray hair, a dedication to the remote extension of the eyes, a mouth Yang Zhao shallow laugh. Traditional Chinese ink of the mountain, freehand cloud, with plenty of days, Huangshan even in only black and white ash on the bright up. I could not bear to disturb them, and quietly around the past.
When stopping for a rest in the mountains, the mountain people chat me and sellers. This said: "That old lady the old man lived in the mountains again for a long time.", That said: "The people's paintings could be worth it! A year on it is worth咱Sell!", There is a plug in a words: "They are friends and my family Father it! few decades, every year come to my lived for some time. very polite, always giving money, my family are angry Father had called them then.". Oh! Originally, I even notice it, and just missed missed my most precious find!
Looking back, the gloomy clouds, stretch of pine trees, has long been unclear to see the rugged "Lock Road." I also only from the words of others, the know that he and her parents on teens married in a match; he did not want and I love to run around all day of his brush; she can not, release the feet along the way tight With; him break free, you want no basis apart the shackles of the family; her grief, if someone better than me then you break me; he was immersed, put their life's ambitions on paper painting; her pity, Tim clothes with tea warm his heart; he realize that such good people where to start looking? She forgiveness, affection weak become strong in every moment in the weaving; ... ... non-stop wave of ups and downs of life Fan Yong, wash wash everything, until the young have become scarred, Hongyan not the color, time, long and short of a fragment where What is left?
Some say: "That old lady does not understand art!." Yes! She may not know art, but she Is not art?
Xiongjunguiqi, strange in Keno, odd in the possession of secluded, strange in the Huai shows, there is danger of Huangshan odd呀! The magnificent collection Taishan, Huashan's steep, Emei's cool, Kuang Lu's Waterfall, Wild Goose's Qiao Shi, Hengshan the cloud. To be into a unique granite peaks, the peaks around the sink, strange things of Pinus taiwanensis, nuance of the rocks, the vagaries of the sea of clouds have formed Huangshan static dynamic, moving in a static picture of the huge, I do not know how hard?
Huangshan how the kind of cold? I do not know! I only know of one year in early spring, I hold fast to two military overcoats waiting for the sunrise, until about sunrise when the foot was shaking do not know where to go. Huangshan winds be? I can not say! That was the wind forced paste it into the rock side, there is no one dares to carp back at it. Huangshan tidal how like? Analogy I can not! Came out from the burst of SHAN Lan, and her hair is thin on the small crystal droplets. Which will lead to steep mountain Huangshan? Yamashita people remind me, "Do not look at the time of climbing the mountain scenery, the time to look at the scenery became firmly established.", So I climbed the mountain step by step, to Huangshan do not know how many knock heads list only in exchange for a height of the moment. ... ... Huangshan mountain, I was just going back to just a few, they taste a little difficult; while they are, but it is way up and down over many years. This is a hard, how could I experience? !
And she, even in the 36 major peaks, 36 small peak between the Huangshan Mountain in 500 years, in warm and cold wind and rain continued all the twists and turns in the days of his prop up a gentle sky!
Last night I made a dream: a dream I found a lover! Together she and I climbed Huangshan, in that winding Road, the crowded hanging our small chain on the lock to do that is full of vitality, confidence and courage of a branch. Nazhi lock small but deeply inscribed above me and her name, that may soon Mimicengceng locks, hidden in that sea.
"Lock Road" must see my wife is certainly not beautiful, but a bit beautiful. Beautiful? What kind of beautiful? Is nothing more than superficial, temporary, and before long will be peeling off a layer, probably will be exposed to the ugly hideous heart. Beautiful! Beauty is my treasure! Over time, I would like that to permeate out of the spirit of the beautiful. I hope that we not only locked in a small lock that winding Road, but also locks in our life, locked up in people's lives where!
By: keo
