Tracing the origin of Yongding River riding (I) | From the vicissitudes of Lugou Bridge and Sanjiadian.
As the holiday approaches, friends who originally planned to ride together all beat Shui Piao. There are only a few novices who have just come into contact with riding, and it seems that they have the courage that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, as long as they bow in the rain.
Plus my cousin, a * * *, a total of six people. Although every time I plan, I will say: if I can't do it, then I will go alone. But in the end, this plan rarely fails.
I had a whim and gave this group a name-"Riding against the sky and being a man by the way".
First of all, this time we set out to fight against the resistance of the rain. Secondly, this cycling route is all the way up the Yongding River. Third, the upright way to be a man is our principle of riding a horse, and riding a horse is safe and upright.
However, just the day before departure, a girl in the team canceled her cycling plan because of some unexpected things, so her cousin became the only girl again. There are always so few girls in the rivers and lakes, and it is not easy for my cousin to persist.
Come to think of it carefully, every friend who really travels is basically a novice rider. After each activity, most of the roads are scattered and they don't go together anymore.
Probably because my plan is too personalized, everyone is a loner on his own life path after all, and meeting others becomes an encounter on others' life path.
Whether it's helping others to see the light, or just walking together, the result is the same-there is only one protagonist in our life.
On the day of departure, there was no thunderstorm, and the weather was still sultry and rainy. Especially after sunrise, with the temperature rising, the fog is getting bigger and bigger. Although the sun is not hot, the frozen air still makes people feel sultry.
When I hesitated to choose Wanping ancient city or Sanjia store as the starting point, several brothers in the group quickly reached an agreement and chose to start from the farther Wanping ancient city to make the trip look more perfect. My cousin is the only one nearby and meets us in three stores.
There are no twists and turns in the series. Opposite the Lugou Bridge, under the gate of Wanping ancient city, we asked the security guard to take a photo of the four of us, marking the beginning of the Yongding River ride. Most stories always start with high spirits.
Before taking pictures, I asked about the past of Wanping ancient city. Brother Bao told us that some of the city walls here have been repaired, and some still have bullet holes and gun pits left by the July 7th Incident.
Lugou Bridge is our first encounter with Yongding River, and suddenly we have to feel that Beijing's mother river has witnessed too many vicissitudes for hundreds of years.
We always say that things are different, but if we lengthen the time, it is not just people who are beyond recognition. Cities are changing, and historical sites are being created while being erased. Only the landscape and the earth here are still quiet, and only the Yongding River is still flowing intermittently.
Although she is covered with scars, she still shines in Beijing and China. Her slightly faint tinkling sound of running water is a helpless cry in the face of changes in the ecological environment and a hasty alarm bell sounded in historical memory.
After that, we went south along expressway on the east bank of Yongding River to meet our cousins in three shops. On the way, I met an unknown park. Seeing the silence in the park, I stopped and asked the doorman, "Master, can I ride a bike in this park?"
"You can do it yourself, but you can't enjoy it." Grandpa gave me a disdainful look and then said, "You've been here before. Why do you ask? "
I couldn't react at the moment, so I asked, "I've been here?" Then I began to search the synapse of that memory in my mind, but only a blank face was revealed.
Grandpa added, "Yes, in winter. For more than a year, it is you! "
"The clothes I was wearing were different from what I am wearing now. Do you remember? "
"Young man, to tell you the truth, I am a retired Interpol. I remember this ordinary person at a glance. "
I suddenly realized that I was shocked and said, "awesome, awesome ... I don't even remember myself."
After a few more chats, I continued to chase my friends. Later, I also deliberately looked for the track of the five rings at that time, only to admit that I really passed by here, worried about my memory and admired my father's eyesight. It is really a model of doing one line and being good at one line.
Speaking of cycling, from the beginning, the team has been divided into successively. YGX is always the first to rush to the front, and then stop when the distance is too large, waiting for the team to gather. The other three of us have to follow.
Besides me, Xiaokang and Wen Rui are also riding mountain roads for the first time. I was worried while cheering for them.
Arrived at the assembly point of the three stores, a little later than expected, and my cousin was already waiting for everyone. Because of the fear of rain, my cousin took a lot of luggage on this trip and looked in good spirits. Before leaving, she was always less excited than on the road.
Although the village and the old railway station don't look ancient, Sanjiadian is really an old place name. Sanjiadian is located at the exit of Yongding River, guarding the vast plain formed by alluvial fans of Yongding River. There was a serious flood here, leaving many ancient rivers and veins, such as Qinghe, Jishuitan and Shichahai.
However, in recent decades, the once turbulent and sinister "Wuding River" has almost dried up. With the construction of the abundant sand line and the drying up of the river, the three shops, once a bustling commodity and goods turnover node, have gradually become the edge of the city. Every inch of the village remains traces of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but it is empty to sing the vicissitudes of life.
Years change, rise and fall? Kangxi renamed Wuding River Yongding River. I never thought of Sangtianhai today, and I never thought that the troubled beast was just fighting for the trapped beast. How not to make people feel embarrassed?
Where did the water go? Is it water conservancy construction or climate change? I don't know, the increase of population will inevitably bring about a series of changes in the ecological environment to provide survival. Although it may not be a bad thing at the moment, it is always a pity.
Starting from Sanjiadian and continuing northward along the west bank of Yongding River, it is found that from Lugouqiao Bridge, Garden Expo Park, Sanjiadian Reservoir and Liuliqu Village, Yongding River has been dismembered into countless leisure parks and green corridors, which has lost its wildness, but it shines with another kind of spiritual light under the scalpel of human beings.
Children playing on the floodbridge, teenagers skating on the riverside road, young people who come here to enjoy the cool during holidays, and uncles who keep cats and fish in grass nests have all found their places.
Although we are allowed to sigh and change, we have to admit that some people are doing some good efforts and beautiful actions under the inevitable changes.
In the face of past sadness and empty sigh, it is useless after all. More importantly, good words take the lead, not good words.
After we found a meadow for a short rest, the Fengsha line turned a big bend in front of Yongding River and went west to Jingxi Ancient Road. Yongding River also turned west in front of Jiufeng Mountain. This indicates that we have entered the vast mountainous areas in the west of Beijing.
After entering the mountainous section, we rode on the national highway 109 and continued to set off northwest along Yongding River. Although riding along the river, it is inevitable to have some ups and downs. Some small ups and downs in front of Miaofeng Mountain made Xiaokang and Wen Rui taste the hardships of mountain roads for the first time.
However, I have to tell them the truth. This is not even an appetizer for today's Manchu-Chinese banquet. So, before climbing the Dongfanghong Tunnel, we decided to have lunch in Xiaweidian Village and have a rest before we set off.
Xiaweidian village is a fork in the road, and the distance is shorter when crossing the Dongfanghong tunnel. It is also a classic climbing section. Walking along the winding river is a longer but gentler road.
YGX, which has just been fully warmed up after riding for dozens of kilometers, naturally chooses climbing sections; Xiaokang and Wen Rui have heard about my route, but they already feel worried about their physical strength. However, now that I feel strong, I decided to experience this famous slope with you. Hesitant between scenery and climbing, I joined the Dongfanghong Tunnel with everyone.
As expected, shortly after the departure, the team of five people was divided into three phalanxes, with YGX as the lead, and my cousin and I walked slowly in the middle, while Xiaokang and Wen Rui pushed and rode stop-and-go, biting their teeth all the time.
I told them about my first climb. I rested for 20 meters, stumbled all the way, panting, and climbed up that small black hut, which is similar to your situation now. The two of them, without chatting, asked how high the road ahead was and sweated.
Enjoy, the first time in life is always unforgettable.
It was already afternoon, and the sun was hiding behind thick clouds, unwilling to meet people. However, the summer heat gradually evaporated the fog in this mountain. Air visibility is getting worse and worse, and breathing is getting worse and worse. The sultry and windless weather seems to be brewing a shower. At this time, we hope that this storm will come faster.
It is difficult to go uphill. I didn't expect to see a well-off figure when I went downhill I waited for a long time at the intersection at the foot of the mountain before I knew that a well-off person was very cautious. As soon as my impatience disappeared, I said to him, "You can't go down the mountain too slowly."
After the Dongfanghong Tunnel, we saw the Yongding River again and went west to Zhaitang along the winding national road.
At this time, the Fengsha Railway is on the right and the Yongding River is on the left. We continued along the Yongding River. ...
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