The first day of dusk to the port of the physical and mental exhaustion, the dark mountain passes fear, after listening to the schedule early to sleep. The next day traveling the mountain, those wild hawthorn has long dispersed our fear. If we were teenagers, we were certainly impatient. The cold dew in the morning was still there, and the refracted sunlight made the hawthorns bright red. A handful of rubies will come down in a handful. Born in the south of the children have never seen the real wild hawthorn, half a day can not taste. He played with it for half a day and caressed it all over. Full of expectation to leave teeth marks, but by the sour flavor screwed mouth and face.
Taihang Mountain is the northern mountain, the mountain is not surrounded by green water, the feeling is particularly strong. Its historical origins more people feel in the mountains and arrows are with a heavy tenacity. On this tenacious mountain, we brought a clip, a brush, and an MP3 to the uninhabited cliff side, sat on the cornerstone of the fence, and stepped on the heart of Taihang Mountain with our feet suspended in the air. Taihang Mountains like in a deep sleep, so quiet, only wisps of gulping arashi, sunlight can not be shot, the breath leisurely floating in the valley, often changing shape, lazy and confused. The mountain stream is cold, that clear and bright, let a person can not help but to get close. Holding a handful of it, the sparkling light will make people mistakenly think that they are holding broken diamonds in their palms. Without wind, the mountain seemed quieter, and the cold air wrapped around me, clearing my sight and hearing even more. I can even hear the clamor of the children in the town at the foot of the mountain, hear the birds flying in the sky 'wings, hear the teeth of small insects eating fruit.
In this silence, I pressed "PLAY" on the MP3. Played a Bendrix "AWOODENNIGHT", the rolling jump notes, woke up the mountains. I breathed in the breath of the Taihang Mountains in the rhythm of the morning sun, looking for the same pulsation of the mountains between the Alps and the Taihang Mountains. The Winds of Heraldry then follows, with elegant piano sounds filling the eardrums, accompanied by the mountain wind through the clothes and around the hair, spreading and stretching the five senses. At this moment, people want to dance. Such a life, you can really do "stay and go without intention, see the sky clouds roll clouds; spoiled and not surprised, see the flowers blossom and fall in front of the garden".
A group of people in the mountains in the day, the team tutor led a class of male and female students on the mountain downstream. The steep mountain path, cloudy. We saw a waterfall, compared to the Dechuan and Mount Lushan, I do not know how much inferior, not to mention the Huangguoshu and Nicaragua. However, the waterfall at Wang Xiangyan on Taihang Mountain is like a strand of hair from a beautiful woman, hanging down from the mountain, dissipating into the mountains and falling sparsely into the pool below. Compared with other waterfalls almost heroic magnificence, she is much more beautiful and slender. The surface of the pool is also flat as a mirror, clear to the bottom, the light of the bottom of the water is revealed, a moment of play water play water, take pictures of the photo, straight to the water rippled layer after layer, the formation of static and dynamic integration of the light.
The danger of the mountain since there is no need to say more, but really to the top of the mountain, the pain is nothing, enjoy some "swinging chest born layer cloud, canthus into the return of the bird" of the scenery. Being at the top, look at the sea of clouds, the mountains pale; bright and silent, the scenery is infinite. The feeling of the top of the sky and the ground makes everyone's heart fast, only hate to have a song without wine, or else there will be many modern poets Li Taibai on the Taihang Mountain!
The wine of Taihang is just like the mountains of Taihang. The first taste is spicy and tasteless, but then drink it again and feel that the heat from the bottom of the heart, so people have to like. Finding no one's place, sitting along the cliffs, pouring their own drinks, inviting the moon, drunken wind, since it is also a great joy of life, feel the sky, mountains, wine, people are integrated into one, so natural and harmonious, comfortable writing.
The 16-day journey ended in a flash, like a rabbit flying away, unable to catch up. The wild hawthorn of the red, the green of the bushes, the birds and animals of the spirit, the strange mountains and waters of the scenery, let us addicted. Sitting in the car listening to the sound of the engine, is about to return to the birdcage of the birds can only fly back to the Taihang Mountains in the dream, to seize the wind and the water and the fruit and the people of the ten thousand flavors.