In an important sense for me in terms of days, and a bunch of equally distant vision has unlimited friends together, went to Huihang Trail.
March 14, 2003 night and had never met from Nanjing West Station Mix proceed. That day is a rainy day, rain has not been diminished by our enthusiasm, but when leaving the house even more to bear up. In addition to our station, this pedestrian, there are some carrying luggage of the troops, marching toward his longing for a place. Moist air flowing in the exciting atmosphere, greeted each other closer to the strange sound of the crowd. This travel is due to come online to see the posts, I believe that people who love nature there must be an extremely pure heart, With such a transparent happy to join them, let alone go out the day I always walk a longer distance a.
Due to traveling at night, so a break can not be a good. Full of strangers noiselessly around the train, each at a site that we have never been to stay away destination of the people, ushered toward the distant groups of people. In the quiet of the night unable to sleep, thinking about this come and go, just as in life again and again of meeting and separation clutch, thinking Buddhists said with a boat ride has three hundred years of fate, then with the same car, the people it? What we have to go one way? Along the way, what kind of mountains and rivers-ya? Thoughts on this was removed in the spent one night. Vehicles finally our destination Jixi stopped, and the earlier than expected time, half an hour. The platform of the rain actually stopped, the air fresh and the morning we started marching to the trail.
We arrived in a car called the Volt Zhen's place and then from there to the mountain road. Riding cars, car window flash are ordinary times is rare in the green, with scattered villages in the meantime, rape flower, and a dotted yellow clusters of land Xuanmu in the wilderness, there are also those with characteristics of black tiles in Huizhou white walls set off which the village was built along the stream, a typical small bridges people. After nearly an hour's bumpy, and finally to the starting point for hiking the trail of the Huihang. The countryside covered with gravel along the trail and started into the mountains of. A near field, the natural flavor approaching. Wei Liang early spring air, the distant mountains, ancient stone bridge, bird's sharp-Wan Ming, streams flow of purl and encounter rocks thrown by the crushing waves, rain Mist in the solemn and quiet of the jungle, clouds in the Peak formed hazy ethereal scene, like a poetic landscape scroll. That moment time seems to stop, the whole people are bathed in the endless scenery, the share of cozy and quiet Words can not express.
Along the mountain road, between walking in the forest. Rain is also our journey with a stop-and-fall us. Along the way stop-go, and doing his own physical struggles also make their own determination to be an unprecedented beyond. To challenge their own at the same time has been a great joy, Zuozuo climb the mountains, the quiet valley walked a group of people who love nature, a sentence is concerned about the discourse, mutual aid so that every journey is full of laughter, sincerity, so that great physical and psychological release. At noon, arrived at farm, do a break. The food is pickles over farm-based, but we are incomparably sweet tastes. The mountain is not very dangerous, but, as we usually stay in the city is always less than the movement of people, some of the test of a pedestrian, etc. Fortunately, we do not have a falling. The afternoon when we reached the camp of the farmhouse, this time I have felt physically reached its limits. Dinner is a sumptuous, while the nonstop down can hardly compare with the happiness. During the meeting, everyone laughing, every word valuable, relaxed mood after the speech so that we become ever lively and wit. After dinner, men are plays a game of kill the game, it's a very logical but also good performances to determine the game, great fun. After the game we have already gone to sleep for the next day's journey to recuperate.
Down the road we traveled in a valley that I have a place where people came. Has now been developed into a scenic spot. Pour down from the top of the stream, Crackdown lying still in the valley of the boulders stirred waves, accompanied by the roaring rapids, or Wanyan or splashing, or in a particular office quietly formed a lake, but clear and Ying cleaning has not changed. Canyon has a rock face straight pass away, there are like an extremely large and sharp axes into a similar provision, the local person Baizhang Yan. His back looked at clouds can not be a glimpse of the next full Yanzhe appearance of Gaoshanyangzhi may be, is such an experience bar. Companions, the noise in the valley, and have pictures of the Castle Peak as partners, we might still images where we retain some fragments, and that a number of years after that? Our hearts will be left behind? Then the valley will recall that since there have been the arrival of such a group of people do? Time so we inadvertently slip through mid-stream from the walk, but when it is almost midnight, we are alone to face their own minds, these static short time would have been a soothing our manic ideas, let us once again in the great leader vision for the next trip bar. So distant and unknown in the future the way, we will encounter what kind of joy and difficult and rough? Let us look forward to bar.
Author: Aminchen
