Climb Taihang Mountain again

? 165438+1October 1 1 Climb Taihang Mountain again, and the double gullies are Tianzhu gully and Qiugou. I often climb Taihang Mountain and never tire of looking at each other. I think the Shuanggou here is related to the South Taihang Shuangling (Wangmang Ridge and Crossridge). Afraid of overlapping with the previous trip to Huangyadi, I specially confirmed it to the head of the delegation.

This behavior is out of line, and the whole journey is expected to be15km. Captain Malone is a happy man. Always smiling and talking like a treasure. Everyone uses screen names, such as Captain Malone, Kongming who likes photography, Mark, Facing the Sea, Lan and so on. Everyone has his favorite name. As we all know, every name has a profound meaning.

1 1 point or so, we arrived at Tianzhu ditch. As it rained lightly the night before, the mountain was foggy. When we came, we could vaguely see the Silver Dragon Reservoir on the left through the window glass, but we could only see the ghost needles and white flowers in the aisle when we rubbed the glass. Tianzhu ditch, a typical Caster landform, is like a woman waiting for her relatives to return. We trudged on a short uphill road and passed several families. This late autumn and early winter, there are red persimmons everywhere, which are very cute. Lanterns are usually hung on the highest and farthest branches. Yes, where can there be fruits within reach? But it's really tempting, so there is a teasing suggestion: one for a dollar, who wants it! No one answered, because we still have six hours to catch up on the mountain road.

? On the way up, I can already hear everyone's wheezing, and the hot air on my body is transpiration from the top of my head, warming the Taihang Mountain, which is cold in early winter. Compared with when we got off the bus, everyone was shivering and wrapped themselves involuntarily. At this time, everyone took off their coats or just wore the liner of a windbreaker. About half an hour later, we came to a relatively open place, and more persimmon trees came into view, probably because it was inaccessible. At this time, the higher altitude people in the team can reach out and pick a full branch. In a blink of an eye, someone has climbed up the branch to pick persimmons and taken pictures of red persimmons. I don't like persimmons, but I really want to taste how sweet the wild persimmons in the mountains are. But when you hold it in your hand, you will know that it is hard and can't be eaten. Put it in your pocket and cover it temporarily.

? Nature gave the most beautiful part of South Taihang to Henan. On the cliff split by the knife and axe, we stepped on the leaves of Rehmannia glutinosa, yellow autumn grass, shoes and clothes soaked with crystal dew, and got in close contact with us. The elder sister in the same trade is really afraid of heights. Occasionally, there is a gap in the path through which a person can pass. In the distance is the abyss, and the path at the foot extends in the air. Ji Lingling couldn't help shivering at the thought of standing in the air. I saw a young man with my own eyes, without hiking shoes, stepping on the slippery stone surface with one foot, stumbling forward several steps, and all the people watching stood there, confused. Meditate amitabha in your heart, comfort yourself and bless others.

It is impossible to overlook the road because of the weather, but the scenery nearby changes with the change of vegetation, giving people a different dreamlike feeling. The low shrubs and swaying red leaves in the valley dot this ink painting picture. There was a clearing everywhere, and everyone stopped to take pictures of the faint mountains. The rolling mountains were like Youlong wandering in the clouds. It is often a pity that the effect of this beautiful moment is not as good as that of the eyes.

At about one o'clock noon, we arrived at the gate, stopped to take a nap, raised the team flag, and left a "family photo" of our trip.

The captain waved: Go into the village. Q: How far is it? A: Two steps. Not surprisingly, I think this is the captain's usual expression, which is somewhat exaggerated. When we really get to Sanshannao Village, we will be sure to confirm his banter. This technique has the same effect as looking at plum to quench thirst! So Malone said that he smelled rice, which was completely imaginary.

Sanshannao Village is located on the gentle slope of Nanshan. It is named after three towering mountains. This village is very small, with more than a dozen families, including three large farmhouse inns. As soon as I entered the village, I saw a flat cultural square with mountain products made by the old people: hawthorn slices, dried radish and wild vegetables. The village is quiet and clean, chickens and dogs smell it, and yellow flowers hang and enjoy themselves.

? Lunch is arranged, and the team leader leads everyone to the mountain overhead. I went up several stairs and gave up the chance to climb. Facing the mountains and endless steps in the fog, I am timid. When I heard the captain's cry from the mountain, I felt a strong regret and chagrin, and I hated myself a little.

After lunch, the sky was much brighter. A bowl of farmers' handmade noodles can bring climbers back to life with blood.

At 3: 30 in the afternoon, I bid farewell to Sanshannao and headed for Qiugou Scenic Area along the gentle and flat Panshan Highway, and also started my return journey. Going down to the bottom of the ditch, I found holes, mountains and water, reflecting the heroic spirit of the mountains and the exquisite beauty of the water. We walked up the steps, went up for a while, came down for a while, and tried to move forward. We were reminded to look back. An abrupt mountain stands in the sky like a sword, and the book reads: Ding Zhen.

? There is no sea here, so the name is naturally inappropriate, but you have to sigh at the ingenuity of nature. The name Qiugou is worthy of the name. The neat and abrupt pork belly is sandwiched in the gurgling stream, and the green and soft aquatic plants reflect the reflection of the mountain, and the light and shadow are perfectly combined. Open a few meters of barren pond, the sky and the clouds wander together, ask the canal to be clear, and only the source of living water comes. Just in time, you must think of these poems. The gully in the gully is too beautiful, and the autumn in the gully is even worse. Naturally, colorful leaves are indispensable, and the harvested fruits are festive. It's just that beginning of winter has been covered with yellow leaves for a few days, and only this tomato tree is dotted with the eyebrows of ravines.