National Day Travel Notes: The long and lush autumn mood stretches endlessly on the Wuyue Ancient Road in early autumn

In the blink of an eye, summer is gone, and the worries of summer are also over. The weather in autumn is gradually getting cooler, and it is autumn.

In early autumn, it seems to be cloudier and rainier.

Bid farewell to the tired and mediocre days, ushered in the short-lived joy of the holidays, and came here on a rainy afternoon.

The five-story farmhouse is so large, with smoke rising from the kitchen, the aroma of firewood lingering on the tip of the nose, and the beauty of the little bits lingering in the air. Let's take a walk together on the country road. The distance back and forth is quite short. The sky is a bit dark at this time, and I don't want to go there at all. The deep sleepiness lingered from early morning to dusk.

At the bonfire party in the evening, strangers and children all came to join us and played until very late.

I woke up early on the 3rd and went to the Wuyue Ancient Trail. As always, I couldn’t move my legs when climbing the mountain, and I had to rest every step. It's all a rush of energy, then weakened, and finally exhausted. Such a terrible physical strength. We stopped to rest at several pavilions we passed along the way, so the whole journey was not that difficult.

Fortunately, today's process is not particularly difficult. There are no particularly difficult sections. It may be because of the ancient roads. Many places are made of stones and have a mountainous feel. Next to the mountain road, there is a small bridge with an uninterrupted flow of water. There are some unique trees beside the stream. They are very accomplished and slanted. They are beautiful and pruned by nature. They grow happily in the mountains. On both sides of the mountain road, bamboos with large leaves are lush. Rui is healthy and strong; the big trees in the forest are more than ten meters high, and it feels like exploring a secret place in a big forest.

Looking at the existing scenery all over the place, sometimes it feels very repetitive. Sometimes you are tired of the repetition. Looking at the same diversity, you always feel that there is no need to do it again. Maybe it is not like this. In a limited time, the time coordinate is unique. Perhaps this uniqueness is empty and non-existent for the universe, but for individual individuals, it is real. If it happens, it has a finite number and is marked and recorded. Yesterday's sunset and today's sunset are two beautiful individuals. Their love and hate, their beauty, and their drifting are all slightly different from time to time. Yesterday cannot compare with today, and today cannot repeat yesterday. The opportunity to bloom again today may be rare.

It is worth mentioning that the mountains are decorated with many unknown wild flowers in autumn today, and the quiet beauty is blooming freely. These unknown wild flowers spread quietly in the corners of the mountains. Each bunch has its own tranquility, each cluster has its own story, and each cluster has its own expectations. Quietly add a touch of your own bright color to autumn.

The higher you climb, the more you feel the louder sound of the stream hugging the mountains, gurgling past, flowing endlessly, flowing outside of time. Sometimes I feel that the sound of the water is too loud, which brings troubles and covers them up.

Time passed very quickly, and I finally reached the highest point, by the lake, after crawling for an unknown amount of time.

I finished the climb in the morning and arrived at the return point by the lake. The weather was a bit cloudy, but the visibility was quite high. The lake was open and connected to the distant mountains. Taking photos and eating, the group watched the time echo and slip away on the lake in the gentle breeze and laughter.

After lunch, we rested for a long time at a pavilion on the way to the small supermarket, facing the lake and listening to the wind, people's voices, silence and noise. Time passes by bit by bit in a long time, and it will never come back.

In the morning, we climbed in a mountain forest full of big trees and green plants. Although the weather was sunny and cloudy until noon, the sky always felt heavy because we were in the forest. When we went down the mountain in the afternoon, the sky accidentally lit up.

The sky cleared. It is a rare moment when the world becomes fresh and clear.

The nearby plants have revived, and the distant mountain peaks have become brighter. The steps also became brisk. Beautiful scenery cannot be captured with a mobile phone alone, but a photo can leave a beautiful mood.

Probably because I didn't want to turn back, I circled around the lake. This was the most beautiful scenery this time. But everyone left in a hurry, arriving in a hurry and leaving in a hurry.

Dihuahua is much higher than the head of the person, dancing in the air; Stephanotis dozes lightly on the top of the head, and seems to be a little tired in the afternoon; Pennisetum beside the waist is extremely lush, not only green but also purple, a little bit romantic breath. I thought about taking a handful away, but found that the ears of Pennisetum were its seeds, and they slowly fell out while walking - romance is an imagination, the nothingness left after the surface.

The ginkgo leaves I encountered by chance are also light yellow-green, and the early autumn frost has not yet dyed them golden. It seems that autumn has just begun, and the peak of autumn is still a little way away.

Pennisetum spinonata sway with the wind under the blue sky, whispering the secrets of the mountains; the pale yellow ginkgo complains about the greenness of autumn, and wants to wear a golden coat. The little friend walked so fast that everyone in front of him disappeared. In this quiet afternoon, the sky was extremely quiet, the lake was extremely quiet, and the world was extremely quiet.

Looking at the lake across a thousand pieces of gold, and looking at the distant mountains beyond the lake, the beauty of admiring the scenery through the curtain is endless. In the pleasant space, the joy of going back and forth, step by step, bit by bit, gradually slipped away with the vastness of the mountains.

Further back, the road is covered with green plants on both sides, and further ahead, you will reach the melodious mountain road that you came from, turning back the same way.

The sweetness of the day came to an end quietly on the way back to the ancient road. The bus drifting back and forth was really a bit dangerous. The road was narrow, with abyss on both sides. The driver's skillful driving skills made it bumpy and bumpy. As dusk fell, the night fell. Hanging low to cover the earth. Even though we chatted until midnight, we didn't have much fun.

The day goes by so fast, and the day passes by without even noticing. On this day, some people are looking at the scenery on the road, and some are looking at the scenery within the scenery. In the eyes of the scenery, are you also a scenery?

The nature of the flowers blooming, the free and easy rain falling, and the lingering people coming and going. Are they each brewing their own past events and the fragrance of the past in their own stories?

I think lovers come here for the "flowers". Even if they can't see the flowers blooming, they can still smell the fragrance of the flowers deep in their hearts. No matter where the flowers bloom, there is always one blooming in your heart and in the dreams of your imagination.

Where do you plan to be next time? What attitude will you take to smile in the wind again? Maybe you want to caress the faint moonlight and leave the faint traces of frost on your fingertips unintentionally in autumn, right?

Next time, maybe you think about it, maybe you don’t say it.

Exploring the Black Cave Falls, I thought it was a scenic waterfall, so I came there wearing slippers and stepping through the rain.

After arriving, we started to climb the mountain. The rain came and stopped for a while. The tops of all the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sea of ​​pines and bamboos in the fairy mountains is undulating and verdant.

The stream was rushing, the light rain was falling, and the poisonous snakes were dozing lazily on the rocks. They crossed the creeks, climbed the rocks, and climbed the slopes. Although the scenery was not particularly pleasing to the eye, today's Hiking in the rain is really fun. Slippery rocky slopes, winding mountains, and muddy dangers. Each stream and waterfall has its own unique beauty. Different layouts lead to different artistic conceptions.

The rain falls in the cold pool, the sky is quiet, and the high sky alone makes the guest feel sad. Fortunately, the group of people were talking and laughing. If there were only three or two people in this desolate place, there would really be only indescribable feelings lingering in their hearts, circling back and forth.

At the end, they didn’t say where the Black Hole Falls is? Presumably this mountain is called Black Hole Falls? The most disappointing thing is that I actually wore slippers to climb the mountain on a rainy day. Although it was silly, it was very interesting.

The walk down the mountain was very brisk, so brisk that I went down the mountain unconsciously, a little unfinished. Fortunately, my slippers were not worn out, so it was a perfect half day.

I didn't fall asleep on the way back in the afternoon. It was still early for everyone to have dinner together, and it wasn't enough fun. I guess too perfect is also a kind of imperfection.

Looking back on this trip, every time I climbed the mountain, the scenery was almost the same, but the beautiful mood was not always the same. Sometimes the things you want and think are important will gradually become unimportant as time goes by. Sometimes the things you think are unimportant will gradually become important in your life because of repeated remembrances. got up. In the endless twists and turns, there should be nothing worth mentioning, because you know that there is no end to the day, at least that day is still far away.

You and the scenery in the mountains, the scenery in the mountains and you have the most beautiful encounter, at the most beautiful age. But you always forget when is the most beautiful age. It is the time when you are eighteen years old and rushes by like a dream. It is the helplessness and reluctance of twenty-five-year-old people who slip away in sighs. It is the year when you are thirty years old and miss you quietly. Time is fleeting. His calmness is the affectionate and free-spirited life of forty-year-old Mianyu. When you wake up from a dream one day, what age do you feel in your heart, what age do you actually feel, what mood do you have in your heart, and what mood do you feel. Maybe you can't say it for a moment, but will the corners of your mouth slightly rise?

No matter what happens in the future, it has happened before and it will happen again in the future. You and the scenery in the mountains, the scenery in the mountains and you have the most beautiful encounter, at the most beautiful age.