Sports (4)-Take the 150km Zhi Tao Boat.
For some reason, I didn't go to bed until 2 o'clock last night. It was already 8: 30 when I got up in the morning to pack my things. According to the dean, the mileage of this circle is about 120 km. I'm not afraid to ride 100 km in one day, so I started slowly and didn't worry at all. The weather is fine, at least there is no sun. I feel very comfortable riding on this familiar road. Looking up at this expressway bridge, I just watched the expressway bridge gradually close from two hills by bike, even though my car was only over April.
When I passed Kungou Bridge, a stagnation point with the same meaning as Hanmei Bridge, I didn't stop until I saw this waterfall without water, and I got off and took a photo. I remember when riding AX after the first challenge day, smoke filled the waterfall, and now only a trickle gurgles down.
After climbing the slope of 1.8 km, I arrived at Fu Ling, a small village that impressed me deeply. I remember it deeply because I accompanied my father here to pull out herbs, and then took a bus from here to Andu Village. Fu Ling is particularly laid-back and quiet now. I bought water at Qiaotou store and didn't stop. I started the 8.3 km continuous uphill in Pantianling directly.
This is Pan Tianpo's fourth time, and with the accumulation of rock climbing in recent months, it is very easy. I went to the small shop in Furnace Village without a rest, and wanted to see if there were any barrel noodles. I didn't even ask, so I bought a can of peanut milk and continued to ride it. Looking back at this turning point on the road, the winding road is hovering. Looking at the distant furnace village, the scattered village has a sense of tranquility and leisure. I took some photos along the road.
It took about 2 hours and 20 minutes to reach Pantland Town. As soon as she got off the bus, Lingling got a cold war. At noon that day, the sky was extremely gloomy and the fog was still hanging over the top of the mountain. The wind, wrapped in fog and with a chilly cold current, rolled around, rushed forward and backward, and rushed from the top of the mountain. For an instant, I obviously felt winter. The altitude here is close to 1000 meters, which has increased by about 700 meters in the last ten miles. I feel fine when riding a bike. At this time, I stopped exercising and sweat was blown into my pores by cold wind. The weather is really cold. I ate bread and drank water, and walked up and down involuntarily.
Riding down is downhill, and the cold wind blows straight on the body soaked with sweat. In summer, I always feel shivering all over. I, running all the way, turned a circle here and saw the highway hovering down, which was Jiaoan.
Soon we arrived in Pantian and Pantian, where many colleagues and students were born, grew up or worked. Now, playgrounds, cinemas and many bungalows are gone. From a distance, it is yellow and desolate, and only three or five dilapidated buildings still stand alone on the hillside, telling people that it used to be the production and living place for workers in the largest mine in the province. Looking up along the hillside, on the towering peaks and camel-shaped peaks, how many boys and girls have climbed, played, laughed and regretted. Today, the peaks are still beautiful, but people are not what they used to be.
Only the two towering trees at the entrance of the village stand still, witnessing the Cang Sang and massiness of history.
And this path, extending outward along the mountains. Once, I took a walk with my classmates after dinner. Now, where is the road?
After crossing Pantian, the road fluctuated slightly, and we soon reached Xiage Village. After Shage Village, it is a downhill slope, and it takes more than an hour to climb it. Now, 10 minutes left 1000 miles, and it went straight down to Zhou Tao town.
Zhou Tao is famous, but I have never been to the future. When I passed this central school, I got off to take pictures. When I was taking pictures, I heard several people talking in the back. A humanitarian: Wow, a cyclist, another: Hmm, that's terrible. P.S. Last time I saw someone riding a motorcycle to Beijing on the Internet, it was terrible. The first man added: riding a motorcycle is nothing, so am I. Look at people, riding a bike, that's terrible. At this moment, the fourth person appeared: what's more, people ride bicycles. This man is well informed. Looking back, he saw four men in their thirties in a tea shop, holding cigarettes with their legs crossed, drinking tea around a big coffee table and pointing at me. Seeing me turn around, the man who looks like the boss let out a cry, hey, brother, come in for tea. I smiled and said thank you and rode away.
? I took a photo when I left Zhou Tao town. I have a strange affinity for the scenery of this town.
Go straight along the county road, and there is a fork in the road. There is a flat road on the left, but the road is smaller. There is an uphill road on the right, but the road is wider. I really hope it's the left road, but mobile navigation told me that the right road is the right one. I'm disappointed. Well, I obeyed and rode uphill to the right.
? The climbing of this slope is endless, and it is actually very long if it is steep or not. The advantage of riding alone is to stop whenever you want, and the biggest disadvantage is loneliness, especially riding on such a mountain road without people and villages. The scenery is beautiful and crawling is painful. If there is no music, loneliness will hang over you, and your passion will be eroded and erased, which will bring endless psychological struggle: What am I doing here? Those who go looking for trouble are the bitter fruit along the way. With the heart of retreat, physical strength also echoed: yes, what's wrong with you? Come here to abuse if you have nothing to do. The result is weak legs, sore hands, listlessness and tiredness. What can I get you? If there is a special scenery, such as the photo below, it turned out to be a bright color on my way up the mountain, which made me refreshed-"Good Brothers Organic Tea Garden". If the route is different, I really want to turn in and see what's in the gate.
I didn't think this good brother tea garden was a scenery at all until I rode it. The real scenery has really come, a waterfall. I saw it from a distance and decided to have a good rest and eat there from a distance.
This is a canyon. A mountain stream flows down from the top of the mountain, forming a small stream and going down the mountain along the culvert under the highway. The water in the ravine is snow-white, sprinkled gently along the mountain stream, and covered by trees on both sides, just like in a green watercolor painting, with thick strokes and thin lines. I parked my car on the side of the road and looked at the waterfall from a distance, looking for the best shooting angle. Even climbing the mountain on the left was not satisfactory. I just put on some broken silk, boasted a little, then sat down and took out peanut milk and bread from my bag for lunch.
Still wanting more, I looked around and found a looming mountain road on the right, which seemed to lead directly to the waterfall. So, along this remote mountain road, I climbed to the bottom of the waterfall carefully with my hands and feet. The waterfall comes from the mountain, and the water is as clear as white gauze. It spreads and flows on the rock like silk, and even I can't bear to reach out and touch it, for fear of messing up the silk thread and disturbing the lines.
When I found an artificial pool here, I immediately saw a picture in my mind, a picture of the unity of man and nature, what beautiful women were wearing gauze, what stones were taking a bath, and what hibiscus was coming out of the water. It should be an ancient lady with graceful figure, long hair like a waterfall and white gauze. In this pool, sitting or standing, the waterfall is drenched with water and wrapped in white gauze, which outlines a graceful figure, drenched with long black hair, splashing water droplets, glittering and translucent in the sun and floating around. ...
This kind of fantasy, the in the mind can not help but carefree. But although I had to leave reluctantly, I turned around again when I got on the bus. The waterfall was empty, and the old lady never appeared in my mind again. I'm a little disappointed. My long-term mood finally closed this long uphill: you came out of the shower, I rode my car, you were beautiful, and I climbed my slope.
Finally, I rode to Pinglu, saw the street sign called Kangsui Village, and remembered the village names along the way from Hua 'an to Zhangzhou, such as Gunkong Village, Tiangong Village and Tuqu Village. So I feel very interesting and I am amazed at the good name of this village. The villagers are also very good. When I rode by, I saw someone calling me for tea from time to time. I smiled and nodded my thanks, and then the wind blew past. However, I found that the animals raised by the villagers were not very friendly. I saw a yellow dog crouching in front of a room from a distance, staring at me. I seem to have been looking at a house in the distance. I was a little scared in my heart and deliberately bypassed it when I passed by, but I saw it stand up and still couldn't stop looking at the other side of the road. I looked in its direction, and my heart was afraid. So this guy is dating. Not far away, there was a big black dog squatting in front of another room, bigger and more fierce. It has stood up and walked slowly towards me. Just when I was dumbfounded, suddenly two dogs barked at the same time, and then stepped up to flank me in tandem. My mother, is this posture practiced well? Looking at the black dog in front of me, there is still a little distance from me. I'll shift directly to 3-7 and try my best to speed up. Before the big black dog could react, it passed like an arrow. All I hear is the constant barking of dogs in my ears. I dare not turn back, and go forward desperately. I don't care if I hear a dog barking mixed with someone's cry. I stepped on my bike and left this dangerous place.
Only here did I dare to stop and look at the house with dogs in the distance. I still had a lingering fear, so I got off the bus and took a photo.
After Kangsui village, it's still uphill, uphill like this.
Turning left here is the way to a village called Tangdi, which is not a good name. Turning right is the way down the mountain and the way I want to ride. There is a tea mountain by the roadside, and two pine trees stand proudly.
On the internet, it seems that "going uphill is like eating shit, and going downhill is like diarrhea". It really feels like a thousand miles away under this slope. Only the wind whistling in the ear, the left or right corner, and the pleasure of people and cars crossing the corner, people are like compasses, drawing a circle along the corner, very smooth, not well drawn, scary. In this boating again and again, they arrived at the village.
After Nankeng Village, there is such a big paddy field by the roadside. I thought of "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard" I saw in primary school.
After a while, I got on the 203 provincial highway. I thought I should take a picture, so I got off the bus and pushed the car for dozens of meters to take a picture.
Seeing this jiepai, I feel at home.
When I arrived in jiepai, I saw the number of kilometers, about 66 kilometers. Soon I arrived in Hu Xiang Town, and the number of kilometers was updated to more than 70 kilometers. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Although I didn't have a formal lunch at this time, I felt full with bread and milk peanuts all the way. Thinking that I was not far from home, I spent all my remaining strength on racing. From Hu Xiang to Xin 'an, the smooth highway, I kept the speed of about 30 per hour and flew directly out of Xin 'an, until I walked out of Xin 'an Town, I began to vaguely feel that something was wrong.
Dean introduced that the whole journey is about 120 km, and Zhangping is 30 km. Now the mileage exceeds 100. Look at this posture, it seems that Zhangping is still far away. Moreover, I think it's wrong because out of the southwest, the road ahead is upward, especially the slope. Looking up, the road winds up along the mountains. Ah, this is obviously a long uphill road. Didn't we agree that there were only two slopes? Didn't we agree that it was only 120 km? But, am I riding the wrong way? But this provincial road is obviously this road, so it is impossible to ride wrong. My heart began to panic, I took out my mobile phone in a hurry, and I started to look at the map for the first time today. I don't know, but it's a big shock. It is about 35 kilometers away from Dazhangping.
Faint, the fear and panic in my heart began to spread. Just now, when I was going out of Xin 'an Town to buy water in a small shop, the owner of the shop asked me where I was going to ride a bike. I said I would go to Zhangping by bike. The boss looked at his watch and then looked up at the increasingly unfriendly sky. A look of concern and doubt appeared on his face. I was still thinking, well, don't look down on people. I've ridden 100 kilometers, so I'll ride it for you. But now, I suddenly understand completely. First, I realized that I had missed kilometers. Judging from the present situation, the km from Zhangping has passed 120 km, and then it reaches DS30 km. Today's total mileage should be150km. Second, look at the time. It's past three in the afternoon, and I still have 65 kilometers to ride. Third, I don't know how long and far this slope is. The fifth is to look at the current physical strength. As soon as I saw climbing the mountain, I began to be afraid. ......
? Road, after all, still have to ride. However, when I started climbing the mountain, I really felt my legs were soft, especially soft. Originally, you didn't need to put first gear on this not too steep slope, but you can't ride second gear at this time, you can only put the first two gears or the last three gears. Shake it slowly, thinking, shake it back anyway, and you can only rest more when you are tired.
Fortunately, this slope doesn't seem too long. I climbed less than five kilometers. I was relieved that the hardest part was finally over. There is an uphill, and then there is a downhill. This downhill is very good. I half stood up, bowed, and rushed down the hill against the wind. I rushed to Tan Xiao Village at the foot of the mountain.
I looked up and instantly despaired, really despaired. I found another mountain in front of me after crossing Tanxiao Village. I am so desperate in my heart, how can I climb that endless slope? Dean didn't say there were so many slopes along the way. It's dark now, it rains at any time, and there's not enough time. People are exhausted. Can you ride this slope? I stopped the car and sat on the side of the road, annoyed to the extreme.
But again, you have to ride all the roads you choose, and it's no use shrinking back. Poe, you still have to climb. So, I got up, hung up the previous gear, rode on the small S line and rode hard. I can only ride like this, but I can't get up quickly, because my legs are soft, because my hands are numb, because my PP is sour, because my heart is tired, because my baby is bitter! I feel that all the symptoms will appear. The body is in hell, the soul is in hell, and both body and mind are suffering. Then, something more painful came. God is really unfriendly. The falling raindrops began to drip down, and the drops became more and more wonderful. When I saw it, it was foggy, and the mountains and plains were full of white gas, sheltering from the rain. There is no shelter from the rain. The roadside is bare, there is not even a big tree, only a small clump of reeds, but I can't do it without hiding. I can't ride any more, it's raining heavily again. I parked my car on the side of the road, carrying my bag, and got into a small clump of reeds on the side of the road to take shelter from the rain.
After hiding for a long time, I continued to climb after the rain subsided, which was really tiring. I was only a short distance from collapse, and I always had the urge to push the cart, but there was a voice in my heart that kept calling: Don't push the cart, don't push the cart, you'd rather slow down and stick to this route, so I stopped to rest after riding 200 meters, and stopped to rest after riding 200 meters, that is, I insisted on not pushing the cart.
In this way, in the pain of stopping riding, I slowly rode to the top of the slope and turned a corner. What appeared in front of me turned out to be the familiar top of Jingkeng, and a line of tears almost rushed out. Ah, so this road came here. Seeing this familiar road, I finally rode to the familiar route and finally didn't have to climb again. When I rode here, I was not afraid.
It was six o'clock in the evening when I arrived in Zhangping, and the odometer was just 120 km.
I crustily skin of head rode the remaining 30 kilometers home. It was already nine o'clock at night when I got home. It takes nearly three hours to ride the 30 kilometers from ZP to DS, which shows that you are very tired. At home, I rode a motorcycle to the street, ate two portions of mixed noodles and one portion of beef offal soup, took a bath at home, went to bed for less than five minutes, and then snored.
On this day, the total riding distance is 153 km.