Jiashanzi.
What a cool name! Jiashanzi happens to be the Jiuquan dialect interpretation of the word "xia" in the canyon. Referring to mountains as "Shanzi" is a favorite of Jiuquan folks, like a feeling of distress when talking about one's own children - the mother is called Niangmuzi, the boy is called Wazi, and the girl is called Yatouzi; where is the pet dog? Called Gouwazi. This ravine must have made some Jiuquan people feel distressed - Jiashanzi!
There is a gorge between the two mountains. On both sides of Jiashanzi are the cliffs of the Qilian Mountains. They are green and soft in the distance, but cut with axes in the distance. There is a Maying River sandwiched between the two mountains. The river has rolled down the snow, cement and stone for thousands of years, cutting open the hard volcanic rock and releasing the huge energy gathered together after the lightning, thunder and heavy rain on the top of the Qilian Mountains, like a flood. The Taiwei removed the seal at the entrance of the cellar, and a group of violent heroes were suddenly free. They held up snake spears eight feet long, carried large-mouthed axes, wielded maces, square simple purple gold melon hammers, Yanyue Qinglong knives, riding on the spring sun, The strong essence and blood poured into it by the scorching summer sun rushed out of Jiashanzi, the only passage, and tore a big hole in the Gobi Desert in the Hexi Corridor. The wound was so deep and dangerous that when people walked to the edge and looked down, they were so frightened - we were lying on the edge of an artificial canal with a little ant in front of the geological wonder created by the giant Qilian Mountains. , it is no different from the humble He Bo who walked to the Bohai Sea with his eyes wide open, looked at the ocean and sighed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
There is such a dragon next to my hometown. Of course Wang Quan Chao loves it very much and repeatedly persuades me to go and take a look. The last time I looked at the waist, this time I looked at the dragon's neck. Han Feizi, a ruthless man from the Warring States Period, said that a dragon has reverse scales one foot long, and if anyone dares to touch it, it will become furious and kill. Jiashanzi is stuck at the outlet of the Qilian Mountain flood. The location is narrow and dark, just like a dragon's neck. Look at those rock walls, straight up and down, thousands of feet tall. When you walk to the cliff and look around, you will see that the curved footprints of the torrent are painted on the bluestone beach below. They dance beautifully and joyfully, but they also have an absorbing power that makes you dizzy. The young man who painted said: I am not afraid of heights! As he said that, he put the sketching guy on the easel on the edge of the cliff. Everyone couldn't help shouting: Go back! later! I quickly climbed to a higher place and stood firm, feeling scared for him.
On the overhanging wall, there are thousands of vertical ditches, sinister and sinister, arranged on the cliff, which are colder and sharper than the rough dragon scale barbs. And this big crack that had been searched all the way from the Gobi Desert, when it arrived in front of Jiashanzi, began to sway from side to side, twisting its huge neck and drilling into the depths of Qilian. Looking up, one part is green and white, another part is red, and there are a series of variegated spots. The scene is really shocking. The sky is bright today and the clouds are high. You can imagine how earth-shattering the torrent and cold air coming from the Kunlun Mountains will be when the dark clouds roll and the heavy rain comes.
Therefore, Jiashanzi is beautiful, vigorous and unrestrained, rough and fierce. Don't look at this kind of beauty too much. If you look at it too much, your nerves will seem unbearable.
So we turned our faces and looked above the canyon, to the south of the large lake in the reservoir. This is also Jiashanzi. This is not the Qilian Raptor that makes people frightened and people can't help but take a look, but another Jia Shanzi, the "Son of the Mountain", a graceful and delicate virgin. The combination of hardness and softness, the harmony of yin and yang, is the complete Jiashanzi.
After coming out of Huangcaoba, Wang Quanchao said that he would take us to see Jiashanzi Reservoir and tell us the story of the village when he was a child. He told it in a vague and sad way, with the endless deserted Gobi under the scorching sun, and only two roads standing on the road. The two rows of poplars in the sky can comfort people's hearts a little. When we arrived at the reservoir, it was just a thin pool of water, like a big pot that had been steamed dry by the hot summer. A little green stock was hidden in the deep bottom of the pot - nothing.
Quan Chao said, after taking pictures, let’s go up. Then drive south. As soon as we passed the mountain pass, the green peaks and ridges of the Qilian Mountains sprouted out one after another, continuous, smiling, and very charming. And outside the car window, a large piece of yellow grass opened up and connected to those green mountains, wow. I quickly took out my cell phone and turned on the camera. Who would have thought that before I had time to take a picture, the car fell into a sea of ??grass, which was infinitely soft and yellow, but sometimes it was surrounded by large green and floating forests of splendens. It's more beautiful here!
When I jumped out of the car, I didn’t have time to see the Maying River Grand Canyon mentioned earlier, so I stared at the soft, furry vast grassland at the bottom of the mountain and was stunned. We shouted and threw ourselves into the sea of ??grass. They said that over the years, the grassland has been restored to grassland, and the grass has become well nourished. Quan Chao said that one year he and Zhang Long rode motorcycles into this grass cave, painted a batch of sketches and sold them for money. They were extremely proud. Quan Chao said that one year, he asked a dozen of his buddies to ride motorcycles in the grass house. I believe that only the crazy stories of youth are worthy of such a meadow, and only a young man who plays recklessly can devote all his passion to such a beautiful place.
Lots and lots of splendens, enough to drown a human body. And the soft, yellow, plush kind are small green grasses, each with a yellow pole on top, thin and soft, spreading out to become a bright grassland. Not autumn, but better than autumn.
Look, that piece is so bright! someone called. Yes, across a small canyon, on a flat land high up, a piece of grass shines brightly. Behind it is a dark canyon, above the canyon are sharp rocky cliffs, and above the cliffs are soft peaks with dense forests. What about on top of the green mountain peaks? Snowy mountains! Qilian Snow Mountain has clear and handsome lines. On top of the snow-capped mountains, a huge pile of white clouds crowded together and slowly molded themselves into various shapes.
Above the white clouds, the sky is so blue that "the blue sky is so vast that you can't see the bottom." If you look to the west, you will see a huge pile of blue and black clouds piled on top of the beautiful peaks. The sun casts the shadows of these clouds on the canyons and slopes, and the light and dark are staggered.
The clouds in Jiashanzi are full of joy
My elegant white horse can’t finish running
Many poems are like a herd of white horses, flowing from my chest to the top of the mountain!
Zhang Long repeatedly complained that he did not bring oil painting tools, otherwise...
Quan Chao said that we lost a good painting today. Sigh again and again. And he has been to this wonderful place many times.
Everyone said they would come back another day, and they would definitely come another day. A large group of painters, even non-painters, set up tents and wandered around here all day, without thinking or caring, doing nothing, just being stupid.
I said these mountains, these clouds, this big sunny day are a perfect match. You come back another day, bringing good painting tools, but this momentary beauty is missing. Those big clouds might be like a herd of wild horses running away. Let’s take more photos.
Zhang Long asked me to lie down in the grass. I also thought the grass was blocking my face. I pulled away, but he didn't like the view of grass anymore. I know that he is just a painter looking at things. It’s not that he doesn’t love him or that he doesn’t love him. He can’t fall in love with him. Just bite the grass in his mouth, like a horse enjoying the grass leisurely. Then they clapped, laughed and shouted: Sao Ke Sao Ke, literati are Sao Ke!
They say that if you pull out a straw, you can taste the sweet aroma of the tender white roots. But facing the boundless sea of ??grass, I couldn't bear to pull out any one of them. People are just so weird - "You only cherish your beauty when you are old". Shao Yong, an old master of the Song Dynasty who called himself An Le Gong, still understands me. Look at these grasses. Isn't it exactly what he sang in his comfort zone: "I know that every reward is paid in part. Who will let the gold be left alone?" This is a gift from heaven. It is rare to get more, not too much, but I This afternoon I got a lot of gold, and my wealth was boundless. Shao Yong has a great saying: "Good flowers are seen when they are half-open." Where is the good grass? One stem is enough to intoxicate, a large area, an ocean, boundless, is even better. Grass is the hair of our land. When it is dense, it will be handsome, smell, and appear full of vitality and charm.
Perhaps it is because I have stayed in many barren places for too long that I became obsessed with Tao Ran when I saw such undulating grass waves, right? Look at how little grass we have in our cities. And people must weed when they see it, just like crops should be planted in the living room, and the children in the classroom should be trimmed if they are unusually tall. We lack the vision of grass. In our eyes, we only see all kinds of barren land.
Good today, we are over the grass addiction. There is no need to do anything, just walk and walk in the sea of ??grass, walk and walk, walk in a relaxed manner, walk with laughter, walk with random jokes, walk with weird thoughts in your mind, take pictures of each other, and be fascinated by everything you see. I feel like it’s like a classic painting... I think of Chekhov’s grasslands, Genghis Khan’s grasslands, Aitmatov’s grasslands, the grasslands of the western United States, and the grasslands of Sunan Kangle. I still think about Aksai, Aksai Haizi Grassland. That year, when the educated youth were mowing grass in the commune, all the educated youth left. I was the only one left, so I went to Haizi grassland to load sheep dung with the farmers. The liberation truck was running, and I suddenly fell into such a wave of grass. The loneliness of that month suddenly melted away... Later I learned that there was a great poet named Haizi, and I was shocked.
How wonderful, Jiashanzi, the vigor and magnificence of the canyon, the tenderness of the sea of ????grass, the vigorous and the charming, the fierce and the gentle, the strong and the lingering, the strong wine and the milk tea, the rough and the soft, all in one place. East to west, up and down, with the grand canyon on the left and the grass cave on the right, it really makes people encounter beasts and beauties, Li Bai and Li Qingzhao, fire and gurgling mountain springs all in one afternoon. Where else can I find this kind of aesthetic experience? Please tell me as someone who has traveled all over the world.
I believe you can name many famous places of interest. However, who can repay this only afternoon? Such a sky and such a Jia Shanzi colluded to prepare me for this encounter. There is no explanation.
This is not a tourist attraction. Very good. Can you tell me how to get there? you will ask.
Hey, Quan Chao, don’t tell anyone, this is your Jia Shanzi. Brother Long, you'd better keep it a secret. Don’t you know that many guys come here, smash beer bottles and plastic bags, throw them around, wipe them with tissues and speak glibly, and pollute God’s land? That kind of guy should have bought a ticket at a high price to travel to the Gobi Desert on Mars, been deceived, and ended up spinning in the crater without being able to get out. How to match Gao Jiexiong, the charming and charming Jia Shanzi?
Coming by car? OK. But the road is hard to walk, it's hard to walk. You'd better not come, so as not to be disappointed and scolded - it's not that good, it's all Uncle Harriman's fault. Yes, I just blew it. Don't you know, in order to see Jiashanzi, I have written hundreds of poems about flowers and plants this year. Only by doing this aesthetic homework can I live up to Jiashanzi.
You just want to ask me for directions? Sorry, I will never say how to achieve my poetic image. Ha ha.
The Grand Canyon scares me so much that I dare not write poetry. I will copy these nonsense from Jiashanzi Grassland -
The hair of the land has grown
< p> If you are good-looking, you should marry the skySoft hair
Thick hair
Hair that acts coquettishly towards loneliness
The hair that shakes the imagination
The hair that is subdued and tender
The hair that is so vast
The hair that is infinitely shy and ignorant
Hair that sings with the clouds
Hair filled with my love
Jiashanzi in July
Infinitely soft hair
Boundless love words
Has dragged me for a hundred thousand hot summers
The rugged mountain gorge
Has taken in my foolishness
Flying you Boundless hair
My white horse can’t run through the clouds