Travel Notes on Nana Ogawa-Tibet Line

There has always been an idea, that is, to take a walk around the motherland and have a look. While enjoying the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, I will gain some knowledge and experience, please my mind and enrich my spiritual connotation. But it failed in the end.

It's not that I can't spare the time, but I'm lazy. This time, a friend just proposed to go to go on road trip, the "Ogawa-Tibet Line" in Anhui, and I readily agreed. The time is set for Friday, April 13, 2065438, and it will leave in the afternoon.

Have a good trip, arrive in Daning in the evening, and check into Shengtang Hotel.

The next morning, after I got up, I opened the window and saw that it was gloomy outside, so I quickly woke up my friend. After breakfast buffet in the hotel, we drove to Qinglong Bay, the first stop of our trip.

Along the boulevard formed by ginkgo trees and camphor trees, all the way to the west, after about 20 minutes' drive, the air suddenly becomes fresh, and the mountains on both sides are green, and the lakes and bays like green silks and satins spread out with the winding mountains. We can't wait to stop the car, eager to feel the elegance of nature up close.

Friends took pictures in twos and threes. I went to the bay alone, grabbed a handful of water and patted my face. It's a little sweet and refreshing outside, so carefree!

Take a closer look at the lake. It is green as jade and crystal clear. Fish are carefree when they fly. There are several rows of egrets on the lake in the distance, which shuttle back and forth, bringing different dynamics and beauty to the quiet and pure lake bay. The air is full of negative ions. Take a deep breath, go straight to your heart and purify your mind.

Imagine that the ancients couldn't see the mountains and rivers and kept company with nature. They must have their reasons. Tao Gong "picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and saw Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. " Lin is withdrawn and lives a leisurely life, while his wife Mei and son Crane live an elegant life. At this time, they all seemed to appear in front of him. With emotion, they had the hope of imitating ... this meditation lasted for a moment until they were awakened by their friends.

It's time to continue, there are many scenes behind.

After driving for a few minutes, we have entered the hinterland of Qinglongwan Reservoir. Shockingly, thousands of acres of dense and tidy green trees were born in a shallow lake. Upon inquiry, it is said that they are all deciduous Chinese fir. Unfortunately, it's not late autumn, otherwise the Chinese fir forest that turns red in turn will set off Qinglong Bay more beautifully like oil painting.

There are always unexpected attractions along the way. You see, the residents of Chujiatan and Baiqiang Daiwa are faintly visible in the water and sky. They are independent, have no pursuit, have no struggle, and the years are quiet. The 90,000-square-meter lake is shrouded in mist, and sometimes fishermen in Dai Li swim by, drawing a beautiful ink painting picture between the peaks.

Leaving Chujiatan, on the way from Tang Fang Township to Banqiao Village, the scenery along the way turned into Kester landform, with the illusion of Yunnan Stone Forest in a trance. A little further, it is Banqiao Village, the largest virgin forest reserve in Jianghuai. It is located at the intersection of Tianmu Mountain and Huangshan Mountain, just like a sparkling gem embedded in the junction of Jingxing, Jingxing and Xuanning.

There are not enough mountains and water, and everyone even forgets the time to eat. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon until I returned to Tang Fang from Banqiao. Next is the most important part of the journey, that is, the Ling Tao Highway comparable to Sichuan and Tibet, which is also the most important part of this journey. Let's eat first.

Out of the restaurant, the sky is raining in Mao Mao. I wonder if the rain will affect the fun of driving and sightseeing. Everyone is a little worried.

Facts have proved that our fears are superfluous.

At the beginning, the mountain road was relatively gentle, so everyone could quietly appreciate the ups and downs of the mountain and enjoy the green eyes. Between the cliffs, clusters of azaleas in full bloom stretch and sway in the mountain wind, as if welcoming guests from afar.

After driving for about ten minutes, the mountain suddenly became steep.

Green hills greet each other alternately, sometimes in a daze, which makes people's hearts beat faster. The slope is steep, and then dozens of narrow S-shaped pavements follow the wind at 180 degrees. On one side is a towering city wall, and on the other side is an empty valley. At this time, it happened to be a foggy rainy day. It was like driving in heaven, and we couldn't help feeling adventurous and passionate.

I've been thinking, if it's sunny, under the bright sunshine, what kind of scenery will Qingshan Canyon be? Will it produce purple smoke as described by Li Taibai? But today's mountain, empty and ethereal, has its own spectacular, faint Zen and fairy spirit.

In order to maintain this fantastic beauty, it should also be the highest point of "Jiangnan Tianlu" on a slightly open road section. Everyone scrambled to get off the bus and take pictures as a souvenir, hoping to freeze this moment for eternity.

Then the downhill section. Although it is not as rugged as going up the mountain, it is also full of driving pleasure. Just because the road is narrow and it is raining lightly, you must be careful when you meet a car. I believe all drivers are attentive and careful, but it is inevitable that there will be novices or people who rely on their own driving skills.

No, there's still a traffic jam ahead, and there's a long queue of traffic, with no end in sight. What's more, I don't think the voice I heard hit the nail on the head. According to the people who came back in front, it is not only our floor that is blocked, but also the two floors below. No wonder I can't see him except his voice.

Although it was blocked intermittently for nearly 40 minutes, everyone's mood was very peaceful, and there were no accusations and quarrels. On the contrary, someone got off the bus and actively guided, patiently explained, and showed enough goodwill and justice, thus composing an ordinary and moving harmonious song on the Ogawa-Tibet line.

As the opposite cars gave way voluntarily, we quickly drove out of Ling Tao Highway, then turned into 073 County Road, entered Xiyang Township, and then arrived at National Highway 205. We arrived in Jingxian safely at about 4: 30 in the afternoon and checked into the Green Capital Hotel.

Going out for dinner and returning to the hotel, I picked up a pen and wrote: This is really a beautiful day, and "Pilgrim's Road in the South of the Yangtze River" really deserves its reputation! I wonder what the scenery of "Peach Blossom Pond" will be like tomorrow? In my mind, Wang Lunjie, a famous man in southern Anhui, beat gongs and drums for nothing, and an ancient famous sentence: Li Bai was about to take a boat trip when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

I just don't know whether Wang Lun's music is impassioned or lyrical, whether it is unrestrained to send friends on the road or sentimental to leave.

Of course, I prefer the former, because Wang Lun must know in his heart that a child prodigy like Taibai should worry about not having a confidant in the future.

This is naturally just my guess. Only Wang Lun and Li Bai know what the truth is. What I want to do is, while remembering the ancients, I will be there, following in their footsteps and savoring their friendship as deep as thousands of feet Peach Blossom Pool.

Therefore, I have more expectations for the next day's trip ... (20 18 April 14 night in Jingxian)

Supplement: When I analyzed Li Bai's "A Gift to Wang Lun" in the later poetry analysis, I not only recalled the scene of visiting Taohuatan that year, but also casually wrote a jingle at that time, as follows:

Everyone swims on the peach blossom pool, and the water of thousands of feet flows freely. In the silent sunset in the pavilion, no one folded willows and sang.

Taibai is talented and witty. The younger generation, like me, is born parrot-like, just teaching others to swim, and I am ashamed.