Anshan ancient road hiking

Anshan Ancient Road is located in the southwest of Jingling Town. We started from Koizumi Creek Bridge and marched all the way towards the sun to Anshan Village.

This ancient mountain road is quite flat, with bluestones and pebbles, parallel to Koizumi Creek and winding all the way.

There is a tea tree beside the ancient road, which is always accompanied. Because it is winter, there is no tea farmer to work, and the dark green tea trees are lush and orderly, with camellias on the tea branches. White petals and yellow stamens are fresh and beautiful, which always makes me feel that this flower is very sweet!

The tea branches in the sun stand upright, as if covered with a white sweater, shining with delicate light. Under the sweater, it seems that you can hear their cries for sunshine. What flows between blood vessels is not only nutrition, but also the joy of life.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river (moss or aquatic plants, I don't know which is more suitable), just like the intoxicating green in spring, which touches your heart. I don't know how they did it. They just rooted in the stones at the bottom of the river bed, making the stream shallow, swaying with the running water, or standing still. Intoxicated by this touch of green, I seem to see Sun. His hair is getting longer and longer, and every pore seems to be written with unyielding and fighting pride. This touch of green is getting cuter and cuter.

In fact, Nanpo Lake is not the most beautiful lake on this road, but the blue-green color contained in this lake reminds me of reading a poem by Li Bai. "Cormorant, parrot cup. 36,000 days in a hundred years, 300 cups a day. Looking at the duck head green in Hanshui from a distance is like the beginning of grapes. What color is duck head green? Isn't this the pool of water in front of you? Dissolve the blue of the sky, turn the green of the castle peak into the right cyan! Drunk violets, do you need to drink 300 cups when you see this pool of green wine?

Two or three hundred meters in front of Pipa Beach, there is a maple tree at the water's edge, the leaves have fallen by half, and the red and yellow maple leaves occasionally fall without wind. Under the crooked tree, five stubborn stones formed a complete coffee table and seat. In this narrow valley, they are surrounded by mountains and protected by warm sunshine. Sitting under the tree, closing your eyes, I feel the sunshine deeply sucked into my chest, and my internal organs are smooth. Wherever they go, they bring warmth and healing. Wonderful!

At the foot of Anshan Village, two streams meet, and there are two roads, one leading to Huguo 'an and Jianguo Village, and the other leading to Anshan Village. These antique names, coupled with the field paths, vaguely feel that this is a paradise. General Hengdao immediately abandoned his armor and returned to the field. There is no sword and shadow. Only how can I tell, through all this? In this square inch.

In this way, we appreciate and daydream all the way, bringing colorful nature into our eyes. However, this is beautiful, how can no one participate? I met a couple on the road, and they said they would go with us. I thought there would be a pleasant conversation, but I found that these two people had nothing to say to us. They even took out their mobile phones, brushed their own, sat and played wherever they wanted, and soon disappeared from our sight. Later, I met a couple coming down from Anshan village and asked us how far it was. They are holding hands and smiling. Although I reached middle age, I was naturally harmonious and asked for directions very happily. There are many kinds of life, and there is nowhere to escape.

There are also farmers working in the fields and on the roads. In the face of strangers, naturally speak like acquaintances. The aunt who dug the sweet potato showed off her harvest and plan, the uncle who watered it greeted us, and the uncle who carried the wood naturally talked about the disposal of the wood on her shoulders. They are not young, and the uncle who carries wood is even over 70 years old, but they all look healthy and energetic, which makes me feel envious and emotional when I climb a slope, panting like an ox and coughing. Hard work honed them and gave them good health. God is really fair.

In winter, hiking on the ancient Anshan road, with warm sunshine, beautiful blue sky and shallow streams, is easy and pleasant. Winter interprets the most beautiful colors with its simplest gesture, and this peace of mind is my mountain, which really makes sense!