Once Upon a Time in Yellow Flower Creek (2010)

Last Sunday, several friends with the same hobbies made an appointment to go to Yangji Huanghua Creek in Qingzhou.

I have been planning to go to the Qingzhou Mountains for a long time, but I have been busy with chores and have never been able to make the trip. Last Thursday, a friend made a phone call to meet up. After some calculations, he found out that he could still get away, so he agreed.

In my hometown of Qingzhou, my friend asked me to decide the destination of this trip.

My hometown is Qingzhou, and I have never left Qingzhou before I went to college. However, my family is in the northern plains of Qingzhou, and I have never been familiar with the mountainous conditions. This task is a bit difficult for me. I vaguely remembered that some travel friends on the Internet had said something about Yangji Huanghuaxi, so I called a high school classmate who worked in Miaozi to inquire about the information. My classmates said that it’s not bad for a place like this.

Inform the colleagues of the news, and everyone agrees, that’s it.

Got up at 4:30 in the morning and gathered at 5:00. The seven people took two cars and went straight to Qingzhou.

The road is pretty easy to walk. Go straight on Baotong Street to Qingzhou, turn to Qingzhou South Ring Road and continue westbound; no need to turn, walk five miles to Lotus Pot, and cross Niujiao Ridge; to Miaozi, the road is divided into two, one is marked Linzi and the other is Linqu; turn to the direction of Linqu and see for a while Go to the Taihe Mountain Scenic Area sign and continue on to Yangji.

In fact, you don’t have to go to Yangji to go to Huanghuaxi. Not far after passing the Taihe Mountain Scenic Area, you saw a small wooden sign of the Huanghuaxi Hotel, which is the starting point of Huanghuaxi. Normally without paying attention, we skipped running to Yangji and returned after asking about it.

The so-called Huanghua Stream is a natural ravine in the mountains discovered by travel enthusiasts in recent years. The original name was not so nice, it was just Donggou and Xigou.

Park the car and start walking under the guidance of the simple mountain people. I looked at the time and saw it was less than half past seven. At first, I didn’t feel anything strange. The more I walked, the more beautiful and exciting I became. Of course, I also became more and more tired.

The seven people had the same feeling. Huanghua Creek was so unexpectedly beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble. The seven of us have all been to some famous mountains and rivers at one time or another. Of course those places are more beautiful, but we don’t have the same feeling. Huanglong Jiuzhaigou is beautiful, but in an environment where people are bumping into each other and crowded, it makes people anxious and tiring. The scenery of Huanghua Stream is certainly incomparable to those places, but it is quiet and tranquil. You can enjoy it freely, casually and to your heart's content. You can quickly integrate into it, and you have had fleeting thoughts of staying here for a long time.

The stream should have water. Huanghua Creek should also have water.

Huanghua Creek does have water, but it is smaller. This season is the dry season. The water in Huanghua Creek is very small and incoherent, so it cannot be called a creek.

Judging from the traces, when there is water in Huanghua Creek, the water is not small. This point has been further verified from the mouths of the mountain people. In normal years, the water is rushing in June, July, August and September.

Without water, Huanghua River becomes Huanghuagou. All you see are stretches of mountains and endless green, and its beauty is greatly reduced.

There are a large number of cotinus in the vegetation of Huanghua Stream. In this season, cotinus flowers are in full bloom. In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, which must be unique.

Man is the biggest destroyer of nature. Walking through Huanghua River is quite dangerous and tiring, and not many people come. Throughout the morning, we met three climbing teams. Including us, there were only about twenty people. Even so, there are many traces of people visiting Huanghua Creek. We often encounter garbage such as mineral water bottles, instant noodle bags, and even ashes from people who made fires for cooking, which is very unpleasant to the scenery.

A travel friend we met on the road told us that as we climb up the Huanghua River, there is a small mountain village at the highest point called Huanghuapo.

Originally I had no plan to climb Huanghua Slope. I just wanted to take photos along Huanghua Stream and then return. Unfortunately, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down. Looking back at the path we have taken, it is obviously beyond our ability to go back the way we came. The travel companion encouraged us to keep climbing, come and go. If we don't reach the top of the mountain, we are not a true man. We thought about it, but it was useless to go back the way we came. If there is a village, there is a road. It would be better to go to the mountaintop village to have a drink of water and rest.

I gritted my teeth and climbed up to the small village called Huanghuapo.

The small village was very quiet. I met some sheep and chickens, and a lady selling pancakes at the entrance of the village. Each of them got a bottle of mineral water and drank it down. It felt much better.

After taking a short break, the guys caught chickens and sheep again and took pictures.

The guys were resting and chatting. If there was a small shop where they could catch a chicken, slaughter a sheep, stew it slowly, get some Chinese toon, sophora flower, etc., and sip it slowly with a pot of wine, it would definitely be a fairy. Life…….

I asked the sister-in-law who sells pancakes and she said that there is no restaurant in the village. If necessary, I can go to her house and make some food. Then I asked where we parked our car. It was almost 30 miles away. I quickly gave up the idea of ??drinking and eating chicken. It was important to go down the mountain.

When going down the mountain, everyone turned around and thought about building a few thatched cottages here, where they could stay for more than ten days during the summer vacation. They could sleep when they wanted and get up when they wanted. How nice would it be? .

Going down from Huanghuapo, after passing a winding dirt road, we soon entered another small village called Shuiyu, which was not much bigger than Huanghuapo.

The houses in the village are all old stone houses, with quotations from the past preserved on them, declaring their age and history, and they are all still solid.

We met a tall old man at the entrance of the village. He greeted us warmly and asked us if we were thirsty and if there was boiling water. Thanks and chatted for a while.

The old man told us that there are not many people in the village. There used to be more than 150 people, but now there are less than 70 left. They have all moved downstairs, and the village primary school has also been closed.

Walking through the village, I really didn’t meet many people. In addition to the old man at the entrance of the village, we also passed by a middle-aged man, two foreign businessmen selling sheep, a woman washing clothes at the well, and an old man driving a large group of sheep.

The old man at the entrance of the village said he was in his mid-eighties, but he looked to be in his early seventies. The old man tending the sheep was obviously younger, and he was probably in his seventies. As he lowered his head and pondered, he and his sheep were already halfway up the mountain, not knowing how to get up.

It took more than three hours to continue walking and get to the parking place.

Along the way, while panting, we pressed the shutter of the camera generously, trying to take the scenery of Huanghuaxi, Huanghuapo and Shuiyu back home and slowly savor it. .

After coming down the mountain, think back on the high mountains and dangerous roads in Huanghuaxi, which we did not expect. There are some steep slopes that are very difficult to climb, and there are several sections that are quite steep and scary.

The trekking friends I met on the way were equipped with hiking bags, hiking poles, hiking shoes, and anti-scratch clothing. Their equipment was quite professional. As for our team, each of us carried a relatively professional photography bag. Some of them were wearing baggy sandals, obviously not suitable for such a thing. When the mountain people saw some of us wearing sandals, they were amazed: You came up here wearing these shoes, it's too dangerous.

After going down the mountain, the guys unanimously decided that when they come back next time, their clothes, especially their shoes, should have higher protection levels, and they should bring more or less things like ham sausage and mineral water to replenish their strength.