Temporarily left the coordinates of the city, I like comfortable walk in the mountains ... ...
Friends to the end of March and a Huangshan, the Huangshan Mountain, the geographical concept of Huangshan area, we actually go to the edge of Xiuning County of Huangshan Mountain Scenic Area in several villages.
Leaving the Huangshan train station, tens of meters on the way to a dozen people soliciting stays or car.
Catch a ride to Xiuning also carved the clock and then transferred to a car called the "Yang Gan" place, which is the same old Tarzan to a friend's house. A small river in a car stopped, the river is the Xin'anjiang upstream, the river was around the Castle Peak Ying-green, clearly visible all over the pebbles on the riverbed. We came off a pontoon bridge, on the shore looked after my attention to the surrounding landscape: shady trees is a village near the river bank where the village is chestnut forest, about a few dozen acres of land, the whole village football In the bosom; and here again I called Gulf stream villages and chestnut forest in the Long rubbing a peninsula-shaped land area. The tall chestnut trees scattered the villagers planted species of natural tea and a large lawn, this piece of lawn for the camp is estimated that hundreds of individuals no problem, it should be a good place for barbecue.
Friends deliberately took me from going through the chestnut forests, village women were washing clothes in the river, at the edge of ox graze. Chestnut tree branches have been emitting a hint of green, through the branches lying on the trees, blue sky, white clouds in our line of sight within the walk. Performing in front of us enjoy the spring. Is no longer ear filled with the roar of the train at night, the real birds singing in the forest, gurgling sound of water ... ...
Dozens of families in the village house in an untidy heap in the village there is no smooth road, all on a number of broken bricks and slab, drinking water is a small hill from the village before the quoted down.
After lunch, climb the hill Village, this is not Mai Menpiao the first time I climb a mountain.
From the rapeseed field in the wind waves came, he saw the village children lying in an irrigation ditch edges touching mussel, 1:00 fun-dae sung, also leaned over Qulao a few times, only to catch a few mud and gravel.
Just arrived foot of the mountain, they saw a fertilizer for duck thump to the deep woods. In addition to the zoo, this is my first time I saw outside of duck (farms, and not the table), but I suspect that the old zoo was purchased from a duck farm.
Tree Hill is not too high, feel the local pine and shrubs mostly. The way up the hill villagers when cutting wood or tree-felling stepped out, and very narrow, only one person passed. Plant is very dense, not careful it will hit your face, have to prepare for a trip or Caikong feet are not. I pick the root branch to explore the way because the snake is said to begin activity.
Many of the mountain wildflowers, through a silent winter are slowly brighten the. Said a few weeks, the rhododendrons will be dyed in all the hills.
Finally reach the peak, and saw the foot of the mountain not far from two other villages. Villages scattered in the fields, there are thinly scattered in several villagers working in the fields. When we come to the river like a ribbon across the foot of the mountain surrounded by a small piece of plain. Looking at long-term perspective, is heavy upon layer of Castle Peak. Look back on the road when you have to cover the depths of the forest.
We climbed two hills one go again, I propose to go downhill after the chestnut forest, the river walk.
We sat chatting on the grass beside the river, the river is very quiet, ease of flowing, can heal people's moods. There is an exposed surface of the river, and we jumped out of thin riparian pick some of playing the Shuipiao stone. Flakes on the water jump at the same time a circle Dangqi ripples, but also the silent disappearance of the river has become a smooth reply practicing child and let nature in the above brush.
The woods gradually homing birds, and sunlight through the leaves on the grass portray the mottled fleeting, the sun in the woods completed a crossing over another. Gradually the sky dark, the lights are scattered on the mountains far from the city lights is so unscrupulous that they scattered on the piece of the silent night in the dark green.
Faintly heard someone calling us, my friends and I chose to create silence. This is a feel? Mother as a child called fun of you go home for dinner, loud call, the full blame mixed with a trace of concern and the rebuke that was filled with warmth.
The night was quiet mountains, the wine is intensely intoxicated, drinking Xiadu more intense.
Sleep like a baby at night.
We woke up early in the morning a full install, to continue to work towards the mountains.
Yesterday, when we come to the road car to a place called Xikou. Itabashi from our destination there Sishili way. Little car into the mountains. We got up a little late, missed the only class of the morning into the mountains of the car, a taxi past the 40 money. We decided to go past them.
Across town, they arrive at a road into the mountains. Road and the river yesterday, accompanied by deeds. Looking around us, is full of green hills sloping hill slope had Long not live a vibrant green instead, down to the foot of one of diarrhea. River bank has been one of the open clusters of rhododendrons, piecemeal dotted in the mountains flowing into the river in green. Flowers are not very enthusiastic, as this spring atmosphere. I feel they are in full bloom for a few weeks to make the preparations for the post.
We walked along the foot of several small villages. Very small village, very quiet. Said that the village is actually built on the roadside or slope focused on a few of the house, outdoors is very small. Here we climb mountains and yesterday is different from much higher, the forest should be much more dense. Sometimes I see several have been transformed into terraced hills planted with tea.
Hillside springs Tangxia from time to time or self-crevice between the leakage, then a few mouthfuls of drink, and does not taste worse than the farmer spring. From time to time to see people wading across the mountains to the chopped wood, and occasionally encounter in the mountain a few old ladies, waist of the fixture after the bamboo, both do not bend the endemic machete.
Winding road, but fortunately there are rivers keep company, and will not feel the mountains on foot boring. The only discomfort is that the river water, the weeds on the exposed wound with plastic bags or other garbage. Garbage generated by advanced technology was taken to all places where people can reach.
Walking more than two hours, is already 12 o'clock, and after asking directions from us that want to go there 20 years in Panchiao. The villagers still not accustomed to use "kilometers" to describe the journey. Since the morning had informed a friend in Panchiao fear that he would wait for us, but also not be contacted (phone here can only be used when the electronic form), we stopped by an oncoming plane. The driver is very warm, a question still under the understanding of our friends, is said to also saw our friends sitting on the village side of the road waiting for a morning, so we have much shame.
Mountain road, the driver take him too fast, and we was very scared, especially in the bend of the place, feels like a playground at the sitting of the "electric mouse" in the narrow road one after another sprint and turn ... ...
Quickly to a friend's house. Catch cooking skill, and friends to accompany us to the village side of the mountain Zouleyizao of walking, give us the mountain to the Commissioner for the pointing of the wild, adding to the fall, the trees can be much more attractive hanging the wild child. Ancient mountains abound, reportedly a hot day to sit under a tree, a drop of sweat will not be out.
Eat in the wild mountains and the village of poultry everywhere and feel that Burton was delightful meals.
As there is still time for the evening train back to Shanghai, we have to catch the last bus out of the mountains 3:00. Friends again and again to retain us, next day to accompany us to the surrounding landscape a few great places. As the vulgar things to do, we have made these hospitality declined.
Coming out of the car honking to inform us, we are carrying the wild mountains, bamboo shoots, tea, etc. return journey, and friends as to when the honest way to the mountains, clear water, like a flower in full bloom I am touched.
This feeling was maintained until the moment the train started, a soprano exploding in my ear: "My cell phone was stolen啦!"
Author: minitree
