It’s been a long time since I came back from Qianba Donkey Line, but I still can’t find the most appropriate words to describe those scenery. When hiking on the mountain top with my luggage on my back, in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, I am like a grain of fine sand on the firebreak. In an instant, I blend under the vegetation of nature and dissipate in the vast world.
Over the past few years, I have been obsessed with mountains. My love for mountains has always been subtle and unknowing. My goal has changed from Chenliao Mountain at the beginning to the highest peak in every county and city. Every time I stand on the top of the mountain, my excitement increases with the height of the mountain. It increases, and gradually falls with time. The height of a mountain can no longer satisfy the inner happiness, and desires gradually expand in the days.
It was no longer possible to trace the mood I felt when I first heard about Qianbaxian. Later, I accidentally saw a photo of Qianbaxian taken by Brother Bao, and my heart was filled with salivating desire. The days of admiration have been accumulated for a long time, and an impulse is always jumping in my heart. When it becomes more and more intense, the result is this trip to Qianba, which is overestimating one's own abilities.
The car is like an animal stalking in the dark night. The lights illuminate the silent mountains. The villages with occasional lamps flash past in front of me in an instant, as if my heart is wandering at this moment. When the car finally stopped, dim orange light shone through a door. Brother Bao stepped forward and greeted a villager: "Lao Ye, we are here." Under the moonlight, the village was dim and only the light in front of me was left, and only our voices were left in silence.
Breakfast was a meal of dry white rice, with pickles and wine-grained pork. After finishing the meal, I packed a full lunch box and took it with me. Suddenly, I recalled the days when I was in elementary school, holding my lunch box to keep warm.
Walking up the clear stream in the village, the leaves of the vegetable field in late autumn have turned a little yellow. In the field ridges behind the mountain, a trail is sunk in the weeds. Brother Bao is already standing on the hillock, waiting for the slightly troubled man. us.
When the trees on the roadside replaced the fields, the path under my feet gradually turned into steep slopes, and sweat slowly seeped out of my body.
Stepping on the thick fallen leaves, the soft touch spreads from the soles of the feet, and the sunlight passes through the gaps between the branches, adding a bit of color to the silent forest.
The green color of the pine trees made everyone relax a lot. Brother Bao said: Nineteenth Source is almost here.
The vigorous pine tree in Jiuyuan stretches out in an open space, like a proud monarch admiring the mountains at his feet alone.
Under the pine tree is a long-abandoned stone management house. The house has become a paradise for grazing cattle, and the open space outside the house is overgrown with weeds. Brother Bao said: There will be no water if we go up further. Let’s try our best to go up to Shaoxiang Rock and have lunch.
Continuing to walk through the narrow pines and cypresses, Brother Bao who was walking in front suddenly asked: Should we take the fire break or the forest? I was confused as to why there were trees growing on the firebreak. I thought about how the firebreak in the picture was gray-white across the ridge, and why there were woodland trees growing on this firebreak. Brother Bao explained: This is wood lotus and cannot be burned.
When the lotus trees became shorter and shorter, we finally reached the top of a mountain. I didn’t have time to put down my backpack and looked away. The mountains on the opposite side overlapped, and the ridge that continued below my feet was the kind of gray-white fire break zone with sand and gravel. When everyone Suddenly I realized that I was finally walking on the fire belt of Qianba Parallel. I screamed at the mountains with excitement and took pictures with my coolest look.
Walking along the fire break, only low pine trees were left on the mountain peaks, showing their different looks, growing quietly on the grass.
The sun was shining brightly, but there was not a tree branch on the fire break that could provide shade. The grass was already tinged with yellow, and there were traces of cattle trampling all the way.
Looking at the steep slope that was almost 90 degrees, the moment I put my feet down was as gentle as drunkenness. The sand and gravel under my feet were slippery, and there was a possibility of slipping every moment I stepped on them. So, I thought in my heart that I could I couldn’t crawl forward, and the feeling of being on all fours might help me find a sense of security at this moment, or I could walk on the grass next to me. When I was hesitating, Brother Bao said with an encouraging look condescendingly: This is what walking feels like. Not wanting to let myself feel a sudden regret, I gritted my teeth and pictured myself in my heart as a solemn and undecided person, standing tremblingly on the hillside looking back, shouting arrogantly: It's not a big deal.
From a distance, the Burning Incense Rock stands majestically under the blue sky, and the entire top of the mountain is just a huge boulder. When I got close to it, I put down my backpack and climbed up from the side, only to find that the bottom was a cliff ten thousand feet deep, and the top was made of stones piled up to form a ten thousand feet deep cliff, and the top was made of stones piled up to form a small temple only as tall as a man. There is no sculpture but an incense burner dedicated to Empress Ma. The incense candle lit by Brother Bao is swirling in the wind. This state of mind has nothing to do with belief or seeking, but more of a kind of comfort. At this moment, standing on the flat boulder of Burning Incense Rock, overlooking the endless mountains, it is not like the feeling in Du Fu's "Wang Yue" that "you will be at the top of the mountain and see all the hills at a glance". The mountains and the sky are not far away. The hazy gray colors are connected, so close to each other, so close that I can feel the sound of my heart beating in the sky at the moment of stillness. It seems that there has never been a distance between heaven and earth, and my mind is as infinitely broad as the sky.
Brother Bao pointed to the mountains and said their names: Fengyang Mountain, Huangmaojian, the firebreak starts from there and continues here, past Burning Incense Rock, Little Heaven, Big Heaven, and on the other side is Baishanzu. The mountain peaks that were once thought to be out of reach are standing not far away. Everything is as surprising as a dream and as realistic as the blowing wind. Brother Bao’s wish is to walk the entire Da Qian Ba. Maybe, just maybe, if possible, can I quietly plant a seed of desire in my heart, and wait until the spring of next year to sprout on the Qian Ba line? growing up healthily.
The lunch box I brought was still warm in my clothes. I ate it satisfactorily with a glass of hot water.
When we walked back to the fire break, we were left singing out-of-tune songs along the way. We walked to the top of the mountain that seemed very close, but we walked for nearly an hour and arrived at the campground at two o'clock in the afternoon.
The camp is in a col between two peaks. The water point is very close. The water source is a small depression formed by the slowly seeping water on the grass. Take a small cup and drink it slowly. Playing on the ground, drinking green tea soaked in such water, under the afternoon sun, the comfort spreads infinitely.
The sun suddenly fell from the side of the mountain, and the heavy dusk lingered in the sky, like smoke floating thousands of miles away. The sky was enveloped in darkness in the gap where the last sunset glow fell. The fire was smoldering in the dark night, and the smell of beef was drifting in the wind. Suddenly, a thought came to my mind: If a beast or the like smells the smell, should I pounce on it bravely or run away. I didn't dare to express this thought for fear of provoking a burst of laughter. The night gradually spreads out, and the stars are shining brightly in the deep blue sky. The mountains are only an outline in the distance under the moonlight. The wind blew harder and harder, and the invading cold air forced me to crawl into the tent. There was no other sound except the never-ending wind sound all night long.
When the morning sun shines through the white, the sky to the east is slowly becoming brighter. Everyone quickly gets out of the tent and heads straight to the top of the mountain.
White mist floats on the black outline of the mountains. The white mist floats in the continuous mountains and converges on the endless horizon. The orange glow shines out from under the mist, faintly scattered layer by layer. At the edge, facing such light, we danced in the wind, waiting as if for thousands of years. Suddenly, a beam of strong light came up from the bottom of the mountain, and the small arc exposed grew in a few seconds. A big circle with golden light shining everywhere. This kind of sunrise seems to have experienced what Zhao Kuangyin felt in "Ode to the First Sun": "The sun is shining brightly when it first rises, and thousands of mountains are like fire. It rises to the sky in an instant, driving away the stars and the waning moon." In an instant, night and day appear. Replaced.
The sunrise in Senpachi is completely different from the sunrise elsewhere. In the past, the sunrise was always in the distance or on the skyline that needs to be looked up, but the sunrise in Senpachi bursts out from the mountain peaks under the eyes. So close.
The morning light illuminates the incense-burning rocks not far away. The firebreak is like the Great Wall winding among the mountain peaks, and like a white gauze gently winding through it. Because of this firebreak, the mountains and ridges have a sense of tenderness. .
Pack up the tent and continue walking on the fire break heading towards Great Heaven. A dead tree stands on a hill, its posture stretching out in the wind is fixed on a certain day of a certain year. A stagnant day is preserved in such a beautiful state. On the road, I met a villager hoeing weeds on the fire break belt, and asked simply: Are you tired? When we talked about the beauty of the sky, they had proud smiles on their faces.
Datian is very high and steep, but with the experience the day before, I was already mentally prepared to face such a steep slope.
On the ridge of the Great Paradise is a pile of stones piled up by travelers, which expresses their admiration for the Great Paradise in such a simple way. When I picked up a stone and put it gently on it, I suddenly felt a little awe in my heart. I was in awe of those travel friends who first explored the Qianba Line. Because of their exploration and dedication, I can appreciate such a vast sky today. beauty of.
When I was sliding down from the Great Paradise, I looked back and looked up, and I found that the blue sky was just above the ridge of the Great Paradise. The mountains and the sky merged into one, with no boundaries and no distance. The reeds on the slopes of the Great Paradise were blooming. The patches were swaying in the wind, and the yellow weeds underneath gave birth to a soft touch, slowly tempting me. I really wanted to run and scream on such a hillside regardless of my thoughts - forever.
I saw the lotus trees again, and the sand and gravel on the firebreak had disappeared.
Walking through the dense forest, the thick fallen leaves are very soft, and the soil underneath is wet and forms landslides. As you continue to slide down in the forest, the wood lotus grows taller and taller.
Chu Lin's eyes saw a large piece of withered yellow grass. On the grass stood a stone tablet inscribed: The source of Oujiang River.
The fire break was hidden high above the mountains. The heart behind the donkey's journey quietly carved its shadow, treating the top of the heart as a mountain and letting the gray-white ribbon entangle. In the vast sky and the long years, Qianbaxian thrives in the heart and becomes a broad calmness.
PS: (two-step trajectory)
"Qianba", as the name suggests, is over 1,800 meters. "Qianba Crossing" is a classic large loop that connects 80% of the 1,800-meter peaks in Zhejiang Province. All the hills above 1,800 meters in Zhejiang Province are concentrated in the southwest of the Donggong Mountains in southern Zhejiang, in the Longquan and Qingyuan areas. That area is also the roof of Zhejiang. It is said that there are 12 hills above 1,800 meters above sea level.
