Realize your dream of snow mountain travel
Yang Yongguang
When I was very young, I heard that there was a snow mountain in my hometown that looked like a sedan chair. The snow-capped mountains with sedan chairs that others talked about were mysterious and full of temptation. It made me dream about it, and I was determined to see her beauty with my own eyes one day.
In the early winter, I was honored to participate in the "Love Jiaozi Mountain" field collection activity of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The "No. 1 Mountain in Central Yunnan" - Jiaozi Snow Mountain, which I have been fascinated by more than 20 years ago, I am here, and your passionate and charming grace will be displayed in front of me.
In the early morning, I set out with curiosity, excitement and anticipation. When the motorcade arrived at Sifangjing, I felt cold when I got off the car. I looked up at the golden sun, which seemed to have no temperature. The strong wind from the snow-capped mountains blows in. The fans of Yi-style wind turbines are scattered around Sifangjing. The fans are rotating rapidly, as if they are also laughing at me, who is so weak. Looking at my fellow travelers, few of them wrapped up their shirts tightly and quickly got into the building to take shelter from the wind like me. Most of them picked up the "long guns and short cannons" they carried with them to capture the beautiful scenery of clouds, mountains and foggy seas. Looking out through the glass window, the clouds below the mountain are rolling and rising, and the winding peaks seem to compete with Jiaozi Mountain. It is a beautiful plateau landscape. I changed multiple viewing angles, trying to find Jiaozi Snow Peak, but Jiaozi Peak didn’t want to see me yet. The cold wind blowing from the surrounding scenery halfway up the mountain made me even more worried. With the "equipment" I was wearing today, could I climb the sedan chair to the snowy peak?
After breakfast, we took the bus from the Sifangjing Scenic Area up the mountain and traveled for about ten minutes to reach Xiapingzi. Xiapingzi is located in a mountain col. After opening the door and getting out of the car, the mountain breeze seemed to have calmed down a lot. As far as the eye can see, the densely packed alpine arrow bamboos and firs on the hillside are like rows of sentinels to welcome guests from afar; the cable car walking in the sky plays sweet music, and from time to time, mountain birds fly over the treetops, accompanied by light music. Performing flying stunts; looking up at the mountains, there are clusters of cliffs, bare cliffs and strange rocks, glowing coldly. When I walked into the snow-capped mountains, I saw no snow. I heard in the early years that the snow-capped mountains have snow all year round. It seems to be just a legend!
At the end of the cable car is Daheiqing. Daheiqing is located in a deep valley. The whole valley is densely covered with fir, rhododendron and other trees. Walking through the forest plank road, the pine breeze is pleasant, the sun's shadow is whirling, the moss is wrapped around the trees, and the chirping of birds is crisp. Liu Zongyuan's pen "Green trees and green vines, covered with wind" The beautiful scenery of "swaying, jagged and fluttering" was displayed before my eyes, and I naturally had the feeling of "returning to the deep forest and shining on the moss". Someone opened his throat and roared several times deep in the dense forest, and the echoes lingered for a long time. It was like "there are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear the sound of people's voices." Walking in the silent primeval forest, encountering foreign tourists from time to time, you can see that Jiaozi Snow Mountain has long been famous all over the world.
After a few steps forward, Huaxi is right in front of you. We should have been able to enjoy the waterfall that "flows down three thousand feet" and the "thousands of flowers weighing low on the branches", but because it is the cold winter season, the streams and springs have shrunk and the cuckoos are waiting for spring, so there is a little bit of a fly in the ointment. But this did not affect the interest of fellow travelers, and everyone stopped to take photos. There is no stream, and the travelers don't know where to pick thin ice from; there is no waterfall, so they roll up their sleeves to get water from the grotto to create a "waterfall"; there is no cuckoo, and there are many beautiful poets and writers among the travelers. For a moment, the poets and writers were enjoying themselves in Huaxi, until their cameras were filled with pictures of "Ice and Snow Beauties", "Falling Shadows of Waterfalls" and "Beautiful Shadows of Huaxi".
As we bid farewell to Huaxi, the towering Faga Rock seems to be pressing above our heads. In order to increase the thrill and excitement of outdoor mountaineering, Fangfei, Yanzi, Tianyi, myself, and our colleagues from Xundian and Dongchuan decided to take a hike to the sky. The landscape is formed by the extrusion of two cliffs. The more than 600-level wooden plank road is almost vertical at 90 degrees. To ensure the safety of climbers, several barriers are designed in the middle and tied with thick hemp ropes. Because the mountain is steep, we can only stop and go. Climbing up the stairs, the light is fading, the mountain wind is strong, and the heat and sweat are suddenly cold; looking up to the end, the grass is flying in the clouds, and the ladder is entering the clouds, climbing is not easy; looking down at the feet, the gravel is cracking, thinking about the past, and it is difficult to build the ladder. After finally reaching the top from the first line of sky, there was still no trace of ice and snow, and the top of the sedan was also out of reach. Some people had already suffered from altitude sickness, and I was a little scared. It wasn't until they saw a 70-year-old writer from Xundian County ascending to the top of the sky that every writer present was amazed. This inspired everyone to have the courage to climb to the top. The sign indicates that the vertical height from the top of the snow-capped mountain sedan is nearly 1,000 meters, and it will take nearly two hours to reach the top.
On the way to the top of the sedan, I left the plank road and wandered in the snow-capped mountain meadows, hoping to find traces of ice and snow. Sometimes I ran wildly and shouted, sometimes I leaned down to take a closer look, sometimes I touched the ground and looked up. Above the head is the blue sky and white clouds, the sun is shining brightly, the clouds are rolling and relaxing, and the sky is bright; beside you are the strong west wind, the dwarf pines standing tall, the dead trees proud, and the wild grass lying in the fields. My whole body and mind merged into nature, and seemed to be a white cloud, floating in the air.
Just as I was immersed in the realm of harmony between man and nature, tourists coming down from the mountain told me that Tianchi is just ahead. We are about to see Tianchi. I have some expectations and some fears. Today, will the legendary Huilong be displeased? Will a beautiful little magical bird appear? Will you perform the stunt of "holding leaves in the air" for me?
Bathing in the water on a beautiful day, the blue sky reflects the blue waves.
The cuckoos are flying with white catkins, and the fir trees are wrapped in silver.
Staring at the calm water surface, Tianchi is as clean and bright as a silver mirror. It is like a pure natural fairy bathing place.
I picked up a handful of cold Tianchi water, and the splashing microwaves swung shyly towards the center of the lake. Scenes of "fairies rippling waves" and "gods taking a bath" seemed to appear on the surface of the lake. Where can I find such holy water? The ice water brushes my cheeks and cools my bones. It is refreshing and comfortable. The much-anticipated ice and snow finally sent out an invitation in the rhododendron bushes on the shady side of Tianchi Mountain. Tianyi and I decided to take risks to shoot the snow scene. Along the bank of the pool, parting the trees and walking slowly, the little flowers dotted in the withered grass attract people to stop. It is incredible that on the bank of Tianchi Lake, which is 4,000 meters high, there are still flowers blooming in the cold winter. Could this be the legend? "Ice Mountain Snow Lotus"?
In order to make this trip worthwhile, continue crawling in the rhododendron forest. When I walked through the jungle holding the snow in my hands, I unexpectedly found a few ice picks hanging on the rocks in front of me. The two of us continued to lean forward, plucking the snow from branches, and climbing up the rock until our faces were lightly pressed against the pure ice picks. The cool feeling was immediately refreshing.
While we were busy taking pictures, a cloud of mist floated over the sky. It was sunny just now, but soon it became overcast. "It's going to rain!", "It's going to hail!" Tourists on the other side of Tianchi warned loudly, but there was only sound but no one. The sky darkened rapidly, which made us panic. The ice pick accidentally broke, and the thick fog immediately rushed over, as if it wanted to swallow us up. Tianyi and I were so frightened that we hurriedly dug into the rock cracks, kicked off the branches, and left Tianchi in embarrassment. Amidst everyone's joking, we both were still frightened and frightened. Could it be that we had just angered Tianlong? Is it true that the legend of Tianchi that "the dark light changes and the artifacts are hidden, and the secrets of heaven are hidden in the curling fairy lake" is true?
After escaping from Tianchi, the sky instantly became calm and sunny again. Tianyi and I didn't dare to stay at the next two scenic spots, "Xiaohai" and "Mubanghai". The next target - the car roof. Because we had a clear goal, the two of us passed by the "Fairy Terraces" scenic spot.
The sunshine was just right along the way. In order to speed up, I started jogging. Suddenly I felt flustered and uncomfortable, probably due to lack of oxygen. During a break on the plank road, the poet Tierou came down to meet him. He also gave up climbing to the top due to altitude sickness. At this time, I discovered that there were many people who had given up on climbing to the top. Even old writers who had previously climbed to the top of the mountain also joined the ranks of people descending the mountain. For me, give up! I feel reluctant, after all, the top of the sedan is right in front of me. After sitting for a while, I adjusted my breathing and continued to move forward. It is not a true man to reach the top of the sedan. Compared with Mount Everest, the snow-capped mountain in the sedan is only more than 4,000 meters, so how can I return halfway.
From time to time, I encounter tourists coming down from the car roof and inquire about the distance and time in detail. From their faces, which were red from the cold, and from their tightly wrapped coats, I had a premonition that the top of the sedan was extremely cold.
The end of the plank road is the top of the sedan chair, with an altitude of 4223 meters. I feel that I am so close to the sky for the first time. The high mountain is the peak, and I have become a part of the mountain. I believe that everyone will think of Du Fu's poem at this time: "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance."
Looking far into the distance, you can see the mountains suddenly shrinking, the clouds and smoke are like the sea, the sky breeze is blowing, and you feel refreshed; you can listen to all directions, the mountain wind is hissing, the goshawks are flying, and they are calling loudly, but the echo is invisible. ; Looking down at the feet, there are cliffs, steep up and down, and an abyss with no bottom.
The peak area is about 50 square meters. To prevent accidents, wooden boards have been laid and a fence has been built. I searched for memories related to Jiaozi Mountain, and focused my eyes on the small mountain village at the foot of the opposite mountain. A past event clearly appeared in my mind:
More than 20 years ago, I just stepped out of school. , teaching in a school next to the snow-capped mountains. At that time, the school lacked faculty dormitories, so several foreign teachers and I were placed in a large, unused office. In addition to being our dormitories, the office also served as a stockpile of poverty alleviation and disaster relief materials for the school.
The first thing I do when I get up every day is to open the wooden window and look at the distant mountains. A teacher told me that the farthest mountain peak I can see is the highest peak of Jiaozi Snow Mountain. The hazy top of the snow-capped Jiaozi Mountain is sometimes quietly locked in clouds and fog, sometimes quietly revealing the top of the mountain, and sometimes shimmering with silver light. The distant Janzhi Snow Mountain made me think about it day and night, and I longed to go sightseeing one day.
If you are looking for an opportunity, there will be one. The snow was particularly heavy that winter. Some of the students I taught had beds made of felt and their covers were made of felt. On winter nights, several children could only huddle together and rely on each other's body heat to resist the severe cold. I couldn't bear it, so I lent them the disaster relief quilt privately. Soon, a pair of twin brothers took away the lent quilt and never returned. My child lives by the Pudu River. In order to give the school an explanation, I invited a few of my close colleagues and decided to pay a home visit. After a whole day of trekking, we finally arrived at the small village called Cheni. The impoverished small village had no electricity or roads. When I walked into the student's low-rise and dark home, I finally understood that poverty was the reason why the child did not want to study, and the quilt was the child's filial piety for his sick grandfather. On that dark night when we sat until dawn, we lit a fire, drank Kang tea brewed by our parents, and after some earnest persuasion (the quilt couldn't bear to talk about it again), the parents finally agreed to let the child with better grades repeat the study.
Early the next morning, the hospitable host put the fishing net on his back and asked us to take a look at the Pudu River and the Snowy Mountains. It took about half an hour to go down the mountain from the small village. We saw the Pudu River and the Jiaozi Snow Mountain on the other side. Stepping on the soft river sand and listening to the sound of the surging water, I experienced what it means to be "deafening": people are talking in front of me, but I can't hear clearly what they are saying.
Looking up at the majestic Sedan Snow Mountain, I really doubt that it is a mountain? The steep cliffs jut into the sky, like an endless huge barrier. The cliffs are made of countless rocks. Many cacti grow in the gaps between the rocks. Wild blue sheep and other animals jump up and down among the cliffs. The sound of water at the foot of the mountain was like thunder, the river wind was surging, and the heat wave hit me. I was sweating profusely in no time. The parents of the students cast nets to catch fish and harvested a lot for a while. However, due to the unbearable heat, we hurriedly left the snow-capped mountains and canyons.
The first close contact with the snow-capped mountains in a sedan chair. The poverty, majesty and blazing heat of the snow-capped mountains are the first memories left to me.
When I was still immersed in the story of a child growing up to be a teacher, when we were excitedly congratulating ourselves for successfully reaching the summit, when five people from four counties and districts raised their glasses of wine together, the sun was shining brightly. The sky suddenly changed its face. Suddenly the wind howled, the fog filled the air, and I couldn't see my fingers. The icy clouds enveloped the entire top of the mountain, and the biting cold wind cut our skin like a knife. But when we drank the celebratory wine, the clouds and fog began to clear again on top of the sedan chair, and the sun was bright and the wind was clear and the clouds were beautiful. The strange weather wonders on the top of the sedan chair amazed every poet and writer who climbed to the top. I couldn't help but recite a poem:
The divine peaks of the snow-capped mountains hide the fairy spirit, and the sky alternates between darkness and brightness.
People of my generation speak loudly, and feel happy, angry, sad, and happy for a moment.
We decided to evacuate quietly and return the snow-capped mountains to their original tranquility. As I walked back along the smoky gray wooden plank road, my headache became more and more severe. It was probably caused by the cold wind on the top of the sedan. So the depth and tranquility of the "Fairy Monster Pond" and the waterfall of "Moon Rock" are just passing by at a glance.
As I set foot on my way home, I felt a sense of emotion in my heart. The mysterious and colorful Janzhi Snow Mountain can be shown to the world in its original ecological appearance. This is thanks to the guardians and discoveries who have silently contributed to it. Without the silent retreat of the indigenous people, without the discerning discoveries of the explorers, and without the hard-working and busy development of the builders, there would be no national-level "natural ecological wellness tourism" scenic spot in Jiaozi Mountain.
Come true to your dream of Jiaozi Mountain, the beautiful and magical Jiaozi Snow Mountain is waiting for you!