What's it like to climb a mountain with someone you love?

Deep in the Qianjiang River and in the hinterland of Wuling Mountain, it is worthy of being a small town in the mountains. Standing at the foot of the mountain in the town, there are hills all around, high and low, three-dimensional ring. I can name the buildings near the city, including Lovers Mountain, Ascending Mountain, Santai Mountain, Happy Valley Mountain and Zhengyang Mountain. I don't know the names of other buildings that are a little farther away.

Looking out when the weather is clear, the color of the mountain changes from near to far, from bright turquoise to hazy gray. There are many mountains, overlapping and interlocking. I don't know which one is Bamian Mountain. I only know the position above Chengbei Reservoir.

Standing in the city, looking up, you can see a semicircle of mountains, ups and downs. There is a tower at the top, and there is an obvious stone wall at the bottom of the mountain. This mountain is really magnificent, with a steady and smart shape. What's its name? I don't know. Maybe it's Bamian Mountain, but I'm not sure.

I first learned about Bamian Mountain, probably in junior high school. I heard from adults that there is a radar station above, which is very high above sea level. In the past ten years, I have always climbed a famous mountain nearby. In winter, WeChat friends circle is turning to the graceful snow photos of Bamian Mountain, and the ice and snow situation makes me a little tempted. Some time ago, I saw a text about Bamian Mountain in the "Shilu Qianjiang" column of Wuling Metropolis Daily.

The article quotes a historical book-Yu Fang Yao Ji, which records: "The mountain is divided into eight sides and stretches for dozens of miles, reaching more than ten miles. The highest point of this mountain is called Zhong Dingshan. Looking around, Yunshan Wan Li, the first line of exploration is full of dangers. In contrast, the wilderness is absolutely ravines, creeping weeds and barren forests, which are simply invisible. There is a cliff on the mountainside. There are more than ten walls. " Ah, Bamian Mountain is also a famous mountain!

After asking my friends in the city to clarify the specific location of Bamian Mountain, I suddenly realized that the tall mountain shape with stones exposed at the top of the semicircle that I have been chanting is Bamian Mountain.

Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, once said, "What you get on paper is too shallow to know how to do it." I decided to explore. After the summer vacation, the trip to Bamian Mountain finally took place.

I made an appointment with Wang to start early in the morning, but I was delayed until 4 o'clock in the afternoon and was coming from the city. Mountains and rivers are connected. Before we go up the mountain, we will go to the Qianjiang River and leave some photos. The sky is pure, the willows by the river are floating in the breeze, and a beautiful classical wind and rain bridge is on the river. The scenery is so pleasant, but I devoted myself to exploring Bamian Mountain, took photos and set off.

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We set off in an Changan automobile which we nicknamed "Polpi". Go through the gymnasium and head for Chengbei Reservoir. Because I am not familiar with the road conditions, I called my friend at the fork of the reservoir to ask for directions, and then continued to set off. After crossing the fork in the road, it was almost a winding mountain. I didn't go far before I met a fork in the road.

"Which intersection should I take?" Wang is a little puzzled.

"Bamian Mountain is so high that it should go up the mountain. Go up. " I appreciate my cleverness.

Continue to walk, winding place, came to a family, a 60-year-old uncle was drying cowpeas, stopped to ask for directions.

"Uncle, is this the way to Bamian Mountain?" I poked my head out and asked.

"Oh, you are going the wrong way. Go down to the mountain at the fork in the road below and go to the tail water of the reservoir. We are a fork in the road here. " Uncle pointed to the fork in the road not far away and replied.

"Oh, I went the wrong way." To my surprise, I had to walk down a slope before going up the mountain. I'm ashamed. I just blindly gave directions for granted.

"Never mind, let's turn around and go back." As soon as Wang got off the bus, he began to wander around.

I stood by the dam and looked at the family carefully. The road passes through the dam, and there is a dense bamboo on the roadside. On the right side of the road is an old house. On one side of the house is a pigsty, and firewood is piled in front of the house. Several dustpans were placed on the firewood, and some cowpeas and pumpkin slices were dried. This is a typical mountain village lifestyle.

"Uncle, is this your home?" I'm a little curious.

"There are several, they all moved down. Leave us these old useless "uncle replied with a smile.

"How nice the air is living in the mountains. Uncle is blessed at first sight. "

While chatting with me, Uncle Wang commanded to reverse the car.

"I drove a walking tractor when I was young, which will make me too old to drive." It turns out that my uncle is also an "old driver". No wonder he is so skilled in directing reversing.

Step back, let's say goodbye to uncle and move on. Trees and bamboo forests crisscross on both sides of the road, and the sun is shining in the shade. The corn in the field under the road has been harvested, and there are some yellow corn stalks left in the field.

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At the right fork in the road, near the tail water of Chengbei Reservoir, the narrow green water ripples slightly. The reservoir provides drinking water and domestic water for urban areas and is an important ecological protection area. Pingbazi in the reservoir area should be the starting point of going up the mountain. Some fruit trees and vegetables were planted on the flat land.

After a few steps, Wang said to him, "It's raining. It's rare to see you pat that straw pile now."

On the right side of the road is a straight fir tree, the roots of which are tied in an inverted bell shape with straw piles. This should be last year's haystack. Farmers tied the harvested rice stalks and piled them at the roots. From time to time, they tear off a few and feed them to the cowshed. I have seen such a labor scene when I lived in the village. There are telephone poles and trees in the city, but there is no such haystack.

The winding mountain, looking up at the corner, you can see the towering stone wall. It is admirable to stand tall and straight in the sun.

"Brother Wang, slow down, I'll take some photos."

"If you want, take the phone away and don't drop it."

On the way up the mountain, we stopped several times and photographed the scenery from high to low with our mobile phones. I saw layers of terraces, golden rice glowing green and lush trees. What a beautiful rural scenery.

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As the city gets farther and farther away, those tall buildings become smaller. The farther you go up the mountain, the cooler you feel. It's getting dark, but the mountain is high and the road is steep, so we can't drive too fast. My heart is tight on the road near the stone wall.

Looking down from a height, I feel dizzy, the road is narrow, there are many sharp bends, and my toes are tightly grasped.

"Brother Wang, I'm a little scared. Please drive slowly. "

"Well, don't be afraid, I'll be careful."

"This high place is really scary, and it's getting colder and colder."

"This is called being cold at the top, and I really realized it today."

After crossing a boulder like a mushroom, I came to a flat dam.

"Oh, this is the location of Bamian Mountain Fire Observatory, a state-owned forest farm in Qianjiang District. Let's have a rest. " Wang Jian and I proposed to have a rest and park our car on the dam.

Standing on the edge of the dam and looking in the direction of the city, it is gray and numb, and I can't see clearly. I can see the position of going up the hill and Zhengyang Mountain.

Standing on a high place, we have a somewhat clear understanding of the terrain of Qianjiang.

"It turns out that the ancient town of Qianjiang is surrounded by three hills: Zhengyang Mountain, Shangguan Mountain and Lovers Mountain. It is really a real mountain nest. " I sighed while taking pictures.

"It's raining, shoot the stone wall near here." Wang took my sight from far to near. This stone wall is cylindrical, divided into several petals, with a slightly sharp top and covered with dense shrubs.

"The scenery is good. I want to know more about Bamian Mountain. "

"Then let's ask if there is anyone in the house. Interviews are also possible. " Wang then dragged me back to the house in the middle of the dam.

"Someone didn't get it?" I shouted at the open door.

Shouted twice, but no one answered.

"What do you do?" A voice came, we heard it, and a middle-aged man on the top floor poked his head out to answer.

"Hello, we are here to travel. We want to know about Bamian Mountain. Can I interview you? "

"What is there to interview?"

"Don't worry, it's just a casual gesture. We like Bamian Mountain very much and plan to write some articles and want to know more. Can you come up? "

"Oh, come in through the stairs over there."

In this way, when the night was heavy, we went to this three-story building.

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"Wow, it's really comfortable here." On the top floor, on the left is a wooden building, a spacious dam and a table tennis table. A middle-aged man greeted him.

"Eldest brother, hello, I'm Song, and this is Xiao Wang. We all like to write articles and often travel around. Nice to meet you. " I said hello to my eldest brother, and stood in the small building on the high mountain overlooking the scenery.

The sunset glow in the west is layered, in contrast to the dark hills at the bottom. Looking in the direction of the city, it is already gray.

During the conversation, I learned that this eldest brother Guan is a distant relative of mine, and I was transferred from the forest farm to Bamianshan forest farm. He told us that there are many pine trees and fir trees on Bamian Mountain, as well as precious medicinal materials such as Rhizoma Coptidis, Rhizoma Gastrodiae and Cortex Magnolia Officinalis.

"The one at the bottom is called lord protector Cliff, and the one with a tower is called Zhong Ding". Brother Guan introduced it in detail.

While it is still dark, we enjoy the night and take photos to commemorate it.

"I just came for a few months, and I don't know much about other stories. It's cool here, and there are many people who come for the summer. Today, more than 50 cars came, and our house is on the other side of Zhong Ding Mountain, "said Guan Dage.

While we were chatting, another white car passed the underground dam. I am eager to see them drive to Zhong Dingshan.

"Brother wang, we also go to the hill, ok? It's rare to come here and simply rush up, otherwise it's a pity. " I thought, since we are all here, we might as well go to the top.

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Considering the car condition, Brother Guan determined some road conditions on the other side of the mountain, and then we set off.

It's almost all dark. It's quiet, only the sound of our car. If you are not careful, the car will stop burning and it is difficult to start. To ensure safety, Wang asked me to get off and put two stones on the rear wheel.

"Boom" ... The car made a quick noise and struggled to climb up. Under the projection of the headlights, the car is driving slowly on the mountain road in the night, and the cedars on both sides are illuminated by the lights. The dim light combined with the trees in the night is a little white, which is really scary.

Chatting while driving. After a while, a white car passed by and backed up. I didn't know that the gate at the top of the mountain was closed until I asked, so I had to retreat in a dilemma.

The couple decided to reverse back. We heard the sound of music playing on the top of the mountain and speculated that someone might be playing on it. We decided to pull over and walk up.

At this time, the sky in the west is a cotton wool cloud, which presents a complex color of crimson, deep blue and jet black through the last corner, and the slightly shiny place is getting deeper and deeper against the endless night sky around.

The night in this mountain reminds me of the night in Zoige grassland in Aba Prefecture. The grassland is flat, so you can see farther and the visual effect is wider. The night in the mountains is more majestic because of the high mountains.

The iron gate was locked. We entered the yard along the path on the left and walked along the slope. A tower-shaped building appeared in front of us in the light.

"ouch! It turned out to be such a big house. Looking down the hill, I thought it was just a small tower. " The visual gap formed by the contrast between far and near makes me feel more tall and majestic in Bamian Mountain.

There is a dam under the house. There are people camping and music playing, but I prefer to climb the mountain first and enjoy the night, so I climb the stairs.

Up there, the night wind is cool, so I can't help rubbing my arms a few times and it gets hot. Looking at the city, the little lights converge into a sea of lights with uneven distribution, and some warmth comes to mind.

It was dark in the valley. As long as you stand on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the sunset glow in the west. At first glance, the dark blue and chestnut night gives birth to a sense of desolation.

Although it was a night in the mountains, I still remembered a poem related to the night on the water: "The twilight is boundless and the sea is vast."

"Standing on high is such a feeling. It's desolate and lonely. Looking at the small light at the foot of the mountain makes me feel very warm. Brother Wang, what do you think? "

"Well, yes, climbing mountains and realizing the desolation of heaven and earth only know the smallness of human beings."

"This is called' I don't know the height of the sky if I don't climb the mountain, I don't know the ground if I don't go to the deep stream', and the online version is called' I don't know the height of the sky if I don't go out for a walk'." We went up the second step with a smile.

When we came to a gate, we vaguely saw a figure, so we stepped forward.

The man came over with a flashlight, unable to see his face clearly, only knowing that it was a man.

"Hello, we are here to collect the wind. Are you a ranger here? "

"Oh, I'm guarding the radar station." I didn't see it clearly until I got closer. This man is about 50 years old, with slightly dark skin and camouflage clothes. He looks kind.

It turns out that his surname is Luo and he and his wife have been guarding the radar station here for several years. Continue to chat and learn that he is from Huangxi and his children are working outside. We called him Brother Luo, and we chatted by the stone pillar at the door.

"Here is the radar station, collect some meteorological data, to the workstation below. The hill opposite is from the airport to the navigation station ... The trees here are mostly pine trees, fir trees, common fir trees, and some medicinal materials ... "Brother Luo patiently introduced Bamian Mountain to us.

Knowing that we just arrived at night, he said it was a pity to miss the spectacular sunset.

He took out his mobile phone and showed us the sunset scenes he photographed, from khaki clouds to bloody sunsets. The majestic sunset in the mountains is touching. Then there are some turbulent clouds in the morning, dotted flowers, snow and ice on roads and houses in winter. Wow, what an enviable scenery!

"Brother Luo, can you send these photos to me for tourism promotion?" Wang is a tourist propagandist. After work, he always pays attention to collecting photos of the beautiful scenery of Qianjiang River.

In the process of sending photos, Luo Ge also mentioned that several other friends who love photography often come up to take photos and take videos. We all know those people.

Chatting, Luo Ge's wife, Li Jie, came up the stairs, dressed in white, short hair and slightly fat sister. Chatting with some families, I learned a very interesting story.

"We have kept a chicken for almost two years. People who come to camp like to tease it. They took pictures of it, not afraid to live or run. They also know how to cooperate with the camera ... Another teacher took a photo of a chicken looking at a mobile phone and won the prize ... "Sister Li enthusiastically shared the interesting story of this chicken.

Brother Luo dug up the picture of this chicken. The chicken is standing on the post with a cloud behind it. It looked up at the distance. What a chicken with an aura!

"So, this chicken is an online celebrity!" I joked.

"Yes, this chicken is unusual. It has been following us to TV stations and newspapers. Very foreign! " Sister Li also said with a smile.

"If I look at this chicken, it will be a touch of mountain aura!" Both Wang and I have this idea.

"Chicken into the circle, you come early next time, take a picture. Where does it love to follow, where does it follow, and it will be good to get along for a long time. " Sister Li talked about her chickens, and her funny tone was full of affection.

Altitude 1700 meters, the mountains are sparsely populated. The rice, oil and vegetables they eat are all purchased once a month. Occasionally, people come to play, and most of the time it is quiet. This chicken is seldom around. Dogs are fed at the foot of the mountain, and "pet chickens" are on the mountain. The harmonious coexistence of human and animals is vividly reflected in the alpine forest.

"During the Chinese New Year, I went down to cook for the dolls, which was a family reunion." Sister Li mentioned family gatherings. Because the radar station on the mountain is understaffed, Brother Luo can hardly go home for the New Year, and all of them are in the mountains for the New Year.

"The dolls are big, and we are not small. The air on the mountain is good and relatively leisurely, which is considered as a pension. " Rocco smiled innocently.

"Yes, the scenery here is good and the air is fresh. I don't even want to go back. " I really want to stay here for a while.

"No, we didn't bring anything." Wang is also really honest, afraid that I won't leave.

"I'm afraid of what I'm doing. I'll borrow a quilt from Brother Luo. We will lie on this roof all night and watch the sunrise. " I always have some bold ideas to tease him.

"Nothing, we have a vacant room here." Sister Li answered enthusiastically.

While we were chatting, a woman in a blue sling came up from the ladder and learned that they were a big family with a camping party and invited us to play.

"Come on, let's go down and play together." I walked to the dam with Wang and Luo brothers.

Audio, tables and chairs, kitchen utensils, tents, etc. Both. It's really a harmonious and happy family.

I don't know when the moon came out of the clouds and hung on the edge of the house on the top of the mountain. Tastes like "a full moon and a half autumn".

"Oh, choo choo, the moon is out!" I don't know which big brother shouted, and the audience boiled, the music sounded, and the camping party reached its climax again.

The moon on Bamian Mountain, the wife is the oldest, Aobao meets, and Pingbazi on the top of the mountain sings. Some are dancing, some are sitting drinking and peeling peanuts, and some are playing cards.

I danced with the lady in halter top and jeans who greeted me before and called her Sister Mei. Music and dancing in the moonlight have a carefree happiness between heaven and earth.

It was dark all around. Only this dam and the houses above it have white light. The light in the dark is precious, which makes people feel pity and gratitude.

"It's a pity that this is a forest farm, otherwise there will be bonfires and dancing!" I silently chanting in my mind.

In my mind, it was a vivid picture of a bonfire party. However, although this scene is not as warm as the bonfire, it is still lively enough. But this excitement is insignificant compared with the darkness of the whole Bamian Mountain, which proves the power of nature.

"Send Lang to the cowpea forest and touch the heart of cowpea ..." On a mountain night, folk songs can also respond to the feelings of mountains and rivers in my hometown. I took the initiative to sing this song "Send Lang Diao". After singing, a big brother picked up the microphone and sang for me. "Ah, this lovely girl in front of me sings a beautiful song ..."

"Little sister, ah, come to this Bamian Mountain, I can't help but come and play with you. Thank you for your concern ... "In this way, I joined their folk duet, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more warm.

"After drinking your tea, let me ask you something …" We ladies sang a song to the man opposite, while others cheered and applauded.

Our songs make the top of Bamian Mountain no longer silent, and all the places where there are songs and dances are full of vitality. Compared with the lively scenes of valley cities, the songs and dances on the top of mountains are precious, although there are no gorgeous lights and acoustics. The vitality revealed in this darkness is full of pure passion.

It is getting late. Say goodbye to them and we will go up and down the mountain road.

Walking on the road, I saw a little spark in the city, and then recalled the song just now. I sighed. No matter the valley or the top of the mountain, you need lights and songs and dances, so the life you feel is warm. I gradually understand that my hometown spicy is listed as a municipal intangible cultural heritage, and "Blowing Song" is a cry of trying to climb mountains and mountains, and a release of life and labor passion.

Winding down the mountain road, I was scared. The road is uneven, but we don't know the road conditions below when the small ridge in front passes, and our speed is very slow.

The farther away from the top of the mountain, the closer to the city, the clearer the lights and the less nervous I am.

"Rain is falling all, in fact, I'm a little nervous. Hiking mountain roads at night is still very risky, and I have to be responsible for our safety. " Wang seems to feel my nervousness.

"It's okay, we, drive slowly and enter the city safely. I don't sleep, help to see the road conditions. " I answered, thinking about this long road of life. There is a smooth road, a winding path, a winding path up the mountain, and a straight path down the mountain. You are either happy or nervous, but as long as you have trusted people who love each other, no matter how difficult it is, you are not afraid.

Slowly descending the mountain, the orange light cut through the darkness, opened the narrow yellow passage and guided us back to the city safely. When we arrived in this city, we ordered some dinner to celebrate this rare and safe trip to Bamian Mountain.

"No matter how high the mountain is, it is impossible to be higher than people's feet. I look forward to our trip to Qian Shan. " I drank tea instead of wine and touched a cup with Wang.

"Well, Rain is falling all, let's study hard, read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road." Wang responded affectionately.

Goodbye, Bamian Mountain!

I remember you standing in the sun, singing at night.

I cherish this trip to Bamian Mountain full of love and courage. The courage to explore and the warm heart that comes with it are with me, and I thank the mountains and rivers for everything.