Chongqing Shanwangping: half summer, half autumn
I learned about such a place from the tweet of "Study to Strengthen the Country": Shanwangping. What kind of land can have such a domineering name?
Seasonal heavy snowfall has passed, and the weather forecast is for rare good weather! We went to Nanchuan to visit the King of Mountains.
Starting from the urban area of Chongqing, the road was full of mist and mist, with shadows of trees.
Halfway up the mountain, a twisted driving route appeared on the Amap map. The pattern was exactly like a bee doing a tail dance in the air. Without a few trading skills, you can't get around this nine twists and turns. The winding mountain road with eight bends.
The journey to the meeting is first of all awe-inspiring.
When we first reached the top of the mountain, a cedar forest appeared at the corner with a big fluffy cloak. The dense green shade stretched across the ground, and the branches swept upward, forming an inverted spindle, densely packed together, like a pole. Rows of parrots flapped their wings and shouted "Welcome, welcome" enthusiastically.
Entering the scenic spot, you will be greeted by vast tracts of metasequoia trees with tens of thousands of poles pointing to the sky. They are as strict as a phalanx of soldiers lined up. They are neatly dressed, march neatly, and look heroic to welcome your review.
I was suddenly moved by this beautiful formation. I ran to the forest and touched his smooth shaft, looked up at his tip that reached into the sky, circled around his breath, and hugged his waist. Photograph.
The straight trunk, with only a few whirling leaves at the top, fell. A gust of wind passed by, and the top branches and leaves immediately surged, like a pair of open golden wings drifting in the blue sky; Like the thin shirts of a team of Tai Chi practitioners, they move slowly with soft footsteps; more like a wisp of fluttering autumn soul, lingering on the treetops and unable to bear to leave.
It was a bright morning. There were not many tourists, but there were quite a few photographers carrying SLR cameras. They either hunched their backs or squatted, capturing the blur of light and shadow in the forest.
If you are sitting in the woods with your chin propped up in a daze at this moment, then you may become the beautiful protagonist in the camera.
The time is so peaceful and peaceful, everything seems so tranquil and beautiful.
The forest, which covers several thousand acres, is divided into yellow and green sides by a road that is sometimes straight and sometimes winding. The yellow one is metasequoia and the green one is cryptomeria. People placed in it are as small as ants.
We walked on the road covered with fallen cedar leaves, as if we were stepping on a clean and comfortable carpet, and our footsteps made a soft sound. We were not able to encounter the most beautiful and gorgeous season of the metasequoia, but we were able to walk on the quiet path on the thick needles, which gave us an ethereal soul and freedom of thought.
Just imagine, a few decades ago, here was a barren mountain that turned into a rocky desert, desolate, cold, and deserted.
One day, there is such a person, he appears on the high ridge, and he is the one who stands tall on the sky and the earth in the vast sky.
He read the mountains with his left eye, and the water with his right eye. How the shadows of the trees covered the mountains, and how the floating clouds and birds lingered here. A huge forest picture slowly unfolded in his mind. , so there was an oracle about the mountains and rivers, so people flocked to the place, carrying saplings on their backs and holding shovels, to start a huge project of artificial afforestation.
We walked on the path in the forest and listened carefully. Suddenly, the sound of digging and digging came from the valley, the sound of sweat dripping into the soil, and the sound of saplings jointing. The sounds reached our ears. .
At the end of the fir forest is the Stone Forest Scenic Area. Sitting on the stone steps beside the road is a young man, fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes, playing with his mobile phone. A large thermos bucket of baked potato rice, a pot of fried green peppers and dried vegetables, a bowl of kimchi, and a stack of instant bowls.
It costs ten yuan a serving. Guests in need can help themselves and add food and vegetables at their own convenience. I said, "Young man, why don't you sell in the square in front? There are many people there." He grinned and answered me, focusing on his mobile phone.
I don’t know why he is so obsessed. From the frequency of his actions, it can be seen that he is not playing games. Maybe, it's an e-book. It’s great to read books in a place like this.
Out of the gate of the scenic spot, a middle-aged man with dark skin and flushed cheeks was spreading out newly picked kiwi fruits on his snakeskin bag. "Brother, are these pears grown at home?" "No, the wild ones are there!" "Then you don't have to spend any money, it's cheaper." "Sister, the wild ones don't cost anything.
But wild peaches are naughty, climb high, and like to dig into thorns. It's not easy to pick them." He paused and flipped the fruit with his hands. What a pair of rough hands they were, like a cedar tree. The skin is like the cracks of pitch pine.
These hands climbed over rocks, climbed over branches, pulled out thorns, and hung up vines. They were a bit clumsy and stiff, but they quickly and flexibly picked out the big ones. The big ones cost five yuan a pound, and the small ones cost ten yuan three pounds. Every penny of this price is created by these hands, how can you say it doesn’t cost money! The cost of breaking the bones, twisting the flesh and oozing blood is huge! I immediately smiled shyly and helped him pick out a large bag.
Shanwangping, a quiet mountain and a comfortable ping, some hard-working and simple people, are glad to meet you in the warm sunshine of winter, and wish you more and more prosperity on the road to becoming a powerful country.
(Contributed by Xiao Chunyan)