New Year's Day in 2000, by the media and businesses quarrel in full swing, I also followed a harsh excitement about that. May be heard later, that is not a real turn of the century, the 2001 New Year's Day is the real answer. "The new turn of the century on the day Where are you going?" Back in early December, my friends will be asking each other so. There are several options: to the beach to watch the sunrise, to revisit the mysterious places of collective life, mountain climbing and rest at home and eat a big meal ... ... Each program has its attractions, so he chose to become a pain thing. I finally decided to go mountain climbing, perhaps a special liking for the sake of the mountain bar.
Prior to travel, as usual, was to meet together to discuss the planning, preparation pack, and good work of the track, not so busy, you can prepare more calmly. December 30 Early in the morning, our trip began.
I do not know why, always feel this passion for travel less showtime. While on the road, where the program is still noisy and everyone Shuoshuixiaoxiao hearts are always a kind of feel a faint feeling. Seem to have lost, is not; like fatigue, is not; seems indifferent, is not; seems lonely, and not; like decadence, is not; seems to expectations, are not. This inexplicable mood has been lingering in the course of the entire journey, waving can get rid of that also can not tell, it's that faint hint of the fine closely round surrounded around.
May be the reason older of the bar, I said to myself say that. Dou Di moved the hearts of what really is it? Is really the reason is because the big do?
Qingliangfeng scenery Ting Mei, the most surprising piece to the summit at the hanging tree. Also mountainside, a friend, pointing across the mountain asked: "What is there Napian white?"
"Cloud," I answered.
"No, what should be a pear-like," My friends think so.
A closer look, do not cloud floating in the air, but what a long in the mountains. No friends and controversy, nor to continue to consider, and we continued climbing trip.
Approaching the Peak, and a friend suddenly said: "You know what is the opposite hill it? Looked up ice."
The rise of a string of crystal hung on a tree in front of now. This can be a pleasant surprise. Since the child to leave the north, trees hanging on only in pictures and dreams into emerging things. But now, it quietly so casually in front of me, so close, close enough to reach out as long as you can get it touch, touch get it, feel it.
Could not help, I extended a hand to remove one, feel it melting in the hands of the moisture; put a period at the lips, feeling it's cool. Accompanied by a friend in a naughty, and shake the branches, tree hung a camel gently falling snow, which fell Fashao, falling shoulders, fell on the ground, forming a thin layer of slip, a flash it disappeared.
Re-up, approaching the summit where the snow is piled high with pine trees, branches were bending, Didi De vertical surface. The trunk is still pretty straight and carefully look at the original curved only branch that arrhizus pine needles, is there no straight way do not bend? Branches, a low, bent but not broken traces. "Snow pressure pine, pine-ting and straight, should know that Song Gao Jie, up until the time when the snow." Great poem, not every word is correct, the implication could be a poem, but it is indeed incomparable subtlety!
I feel a little heartened me something, but not strongly; that kind of feeling faint, or hanging over me.
In December of Qingliangfeng of the night, can not use the word cool, it should be cold this word, terrible cold, probably about minus 8 degrees. Peak of the bushes and grass, has determined that we can not ignite bonfire heating. Thus, eating a warm face, drinking warm soup, we got into the tent one by one. Too early, we do not feel comfortable bed rest so early on in the small tents, organized indoor activities --- the wild cards.
Next-door tent three girls and a boy's laughter had disturbed our cards and Friends of the distracted, error is not a license, but also always asked two or three times to ask a question to our Board adds a lot of laughter sound.
Another tent boy alone, stood melancholy music, tossing in, let us wonder he born, how can he in? We looked at each other, eyes alternating with a question mark.
Melancholy music through the cold air, and passed my ears, touch my heart like faint of that emotion, I did not play cards in the mood. More and more people down the contraction moves the cards getting slower and slower and finally stop beating my requirements.
Our tent wall, has played a frost knot. Stella and I doubt whether it can survive the night. Stella's down jacket played a great role in the sleeping bag on the cover sideways, it seems not so cold. Head a pillow, my tiredness to diffuse in the ranks, I heard his own snoring, stop can be friends the next day to say that I self-control is clearly not up.
"Who's out? Who is on the outside?" The boy's high-pitched voice woke me.
Ear, listen carefully, no one's footsteps, but rather the wind moving mountain grass sound.
"Who's out? Who is on the outside?" Child after a while the girl's voice rang. It seems that some people do after, but I can not sense what has not come out to listen to.
After a while children, boys and girls are no longer the voice sounded, it should be that people walk a longer distance of the bar off-balance. I felt tired boundless sky diffuse in flooded over, another lifeless places to sleep.
Cold night, so I can not sleep, I feel that his own was removed, but reluctantly allowed himself frozen in disturbed repeatedly. My laziness, so I do not want to actively get up and seek a better solution.
The first ray of dawn of the new century, I said to myself, up bar, a positive point, to greet the new century beginning. So I got up, the temperature outside the temperature inside the tent as if it is almost, I should be surprised by their surprise, safely get through such a cold night and no cold. However, I did not surprised, I seem to surprise even the momentum has gone.
Is far from the sun has risen, the jump out of the horizon, the red light at the top of the hill's everywhere. Distant mountains, sea of clouds, near trees, grass, are covered with a layer of red light clothing, beauty unparalleled. Person's face also suffused with a beautiful sheen, the spirit looks a hundred times. However, "The Sun Also Rises every day, every day, in fact no different," a voice issuing from the bottom of my heart. I suppressed it, can not let the negative over, I have to remind ourselves.
When I found the missing glasses, but do not want to look for, I feel his own weakness. What I was knocked out, this has been sad; even more tragic is that I do not know what his knock.
Down time, desperately washed in the van, took the empty place, sit quietly and do nothing thinking, what do not want to, we sat so quietly.
Gradually, I heard the mountain tops, far and near, the sound more and more, and finally blow the head of the trees, and then from near and far, kick into gear to flow into another direction;
Heard the voice of spring, Hua Lala falling from the mountain, silent rooms in the rocks through, but also singing away to Hua Lala;
Hang Hang heard the sound of chopping wood, came from the opposite hillside, echoed in the valley;
Smell of the sun's atmosphere, warm, the moist with vegetation and me;
Tasted the taste of grass, green, Sese, and yet extremely fresh;
Become a transitory man felt the gas through a stroll in the mountains;
Gradually, I did not hear, see, smell, feel of the ... ...
A scarf wrapped over a mountain woman from the side, saying: "in front of no one, Well you are kinda fast." I smiled on her, modestly.
One carrying a hatchet from the side of Woodman through, and asked: "tired? That's too much work for you," I smiled shaking his head and said okay.
3 lug wood to the woman from the side through, I asked them: "Why do not men pick firewood?" They said laughingly: "A man's shoulders tender."
I was suddenly very envious of these simple people, really, is envy. Envy of their weak calm, envy their contentment, envy of their Harmonious harmony; I certainly know that I only see the surface of their lives, I certainly know that their lives have their distress and hardship can be at that moment , I really envy them.
Partners of the joking voice from the back pass over. Suddenly I wake up in this struggle the way I feel inexplicable called cool. Gently, and Qingqing, and cool, and cold, a very suitable for summer, definitely not suitable for the winter feeling. Years away from me hastily away, blink of an eye into a new century, inexplicable panic caused by the depth of my depression and tired.
A friend with a smile reached out to me and asked: "how? Buxing Le?"
I take heart from the spirit of: "Who said that? I'm just here waiting for you."
"Ha -" Friends Raising laughter, echoed in the valley.
"Ha -" I laughed through his young mind the cool atmosphere and that feeling of driving.
Sunlight sprinkled entered, Rou Rou, and heartwarming.
Return Journey, I am a bit tired, the kind of loss similar to the lonely, depraved indifference is similar similar to the impression that I will no longer accompany.
And youth peers, my journey is no longer cool Qingliangfeng.
Author: yeoman
