Snow Scene Qingcheng Mountain

? It is said that the custom in Russia is to regard December 1st as the first day of winter every year. Then, to borrow the Russian saying, I officially arrived in Fuzhou yesterday in winter. It happened to be December 2 when I picked up the pen, but there was no winter here at all. Speaking of winter, the first association is Christmas, and the second association is snow. This made me think about it, and as a result, I found that I had not seen the scene of snow everywhere for several years. The last time I studied Chinese at Sichuan University seemed to be in the winter of that year. That year seemed to be the last time I saw my friend Sky.

? Although it is difficult to meet snowy days in Chengdu, Sichuan is farther north than Fujian, and there are many high-altitude areas around Chengdu, where it snows for several days almost every year. I had just finished that study. Sky was a college student in Chongqing. He was a friend I met when I traveled to Zhangjiajie with Craig, my former colleague, and was also mentioned in a travel note written earlier in Langzhong.

? After the course, I'm going back to Quanzhou to continue to be a foreign teacher in my former school. She came to Sichuan for a few days before I left. We first visited several tourist attractions in Chengdu, such as Kuanzhai Lane, Giant Panda Breeding Research Base, Qingyang Palace and other places, and then followed the typical route to Leshan Giant Buddha and then to Emei Mountain. Finally, I went to Qingcheng Mountain and Dujiangyan in the suburbs of Chengdu, but it was late when I arrived in Dujiangyan, and the scenic spot was closed and I was not allowed to go in.

? What I want to talk about here is not the whole process of tourism, but I want to focus on the snow scene. First of all, the slopes and pine trees of Mount Emei were all covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the snow on the stone steps up the mountain was trampled into glittering crystal-like ice by countless soles. But I don't want to talk about Mount Emei, because to be honest, Mount Emei is not beautiful, it is just a so-called "tourist trap". What I want to talk about is Qingcheng Mountain, more specifically, Qingcheng Mountain.

? Qingcheng Mountain is not far from Chengdu, and it takes more than 4 minutes by high-speed train from high-speed railway station, Chengdu. People who have been there probably already know that there are two famous peaks, Qingcheng Mountain (also called Qianshan Mountain) and Qingcheng Houshan Mountain. The names of the two mountains confuse many people and mistake them for different routes of the front slope and the back slope of the same mountain, but they are actually two completely separated mountains. Qingcheng Mountain is famous as the birthplace of Taoism and one of the four famous Taoist mountains. There are many temples and niches scattered on the mountain. The back of Qingcheng Mountain is a favorite place for hikers and mountain climbers with natural scenery, with few tourists and beautiful scenery.

? We went to Qingcheng Houshan at that time. We took the bullet train from Chengdu high-speed railway station to qingchengshan railway station, and then transferred to Qingcheng Houshan by bus. The ticket to Houshan was ten yuan at that time, and the student ID card was half price, which was similar to the bus fare. Although it can't be called little-known, Houshan is not as famous as Qianshan, and it lacks Taoist relations, so there are far fewer visitors. The bus stops in a spacious but empty parking lot. Let's go down and walk along a row of restaurants to the door. We put our backpacks in a roadside restaurant for an early lunch, then bought tickets and stepped into the gate of the scenic spot to start climbing up.

? At the beginning of Qingcheng Mountain, the road goes up along the edge of a small stream. The water in the stream is very low, but there are many huge stones on the bed of the stream. Obviously, after the heavy rain on the mountain, it turns into a turbulent flow, which must be very spectacular. The evergreen needles of pine trees and fir trees beside the stream are covered with a thin film of frost, which shines like the stars in the sky under the oblique morning sun light. It not only exudes beautiful "starlight", but also exudes the unique frost color in winter.

? I have always said that there are only two kinds of food in England that I miss very much-bread and sausage. I haven't met the authentic bread yet, but at least some sausages in Sichuan are delicious, although they are very different from those in my hometown. Sausage seems to be a specialty of Qingcheng Mountain. It is not as sweet as other sausages I have eaten in China, but salty. There is a large piece of fat in it, with a special spicy taste in Sichuan. It tastes especially pleasant in chilly winter days. I have been to Qingcheng Mountain several times, and every time I buy a lot of local sausages, I buy them from the old woman on the roadside.

? Not only the two of us were climbing the mountain that day, but also groups of high school students and college students were climbing it. They all moved carefully on the frozen stone ground, and from time to time they stepped on a bare piece of black ice and slipped, slamming their asses on the hard stone steps. Judging from their appearance, I don't think they grew up in cold weather-I have been trained to stumble repeatedly on slippery and icy streets for a year when I was a child, and I haven't fallen once since then. It is likely that a kinder person will pity them when he sees this scene, but I just feel funny.

? In fact, at the foot of the mountain, there was not much snow accumulated, only a layer of Bo Xue was piled on the branches, and a layer of frost was stuck on the grass. But as we climbed higher and higher, there was more and more snow, which accumulated a thick layer on the ground and shone in the sun. The part of the road near the top of the mountain, on the road, roadside, branches and leaves, is covered with a layer of cotton-like white snow.

? As we climbed up the stream, there was more and more snow. The stones on the stream bed were covered with a soft snow cap, and the pine trees were covered with a thin snow robe. As the slate at the foot began to slip, it seemed like a layer of varnish-like ice was brushed, which made us walk more and more slowly and carefully. Until we crossed a small bridge and climbed up a canyon, the road to climb the mountain was abandoned from the stream, which made us leave the stream that accompanied us for a long time and walk into the forest on the hillside. The ground was already covered with snow. There is no trace of the surrounding herbs, and they must all fall asleep under the thick snow cover, warm and sweet.

? On the way to climb the mountain, there are many pavilions, and tourists can rest by the roadside and sit down under the eaves of the pavilions to eat snacks and drink water. Some pavilions even have old aunts and uncles sitting and selling things-drinks and snacks, even corn and sausages. Of course, they are all sold at the "mountain price". We basically stopped at these pavilions to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new section. Although there are mountains, trees, rocks and snow, the colors of each scene are unique and have their own differences and unique charm.

? The pavilion itself is a beautiful scene. Made of wood, they all have a very strong smell of "China". Unless I read some textbooks on architecture in China, I really can't describe the extremely complicated structures under the roof. I can only say that they always surprise me like wonderful "puzzles". The eaves are covered with rows of slate tiles, which are very simple and serve as a foil to the carpenters below. At this time, the tiles were covered with a thick layer of snow, glistening and shiny, which was very beautiful.

? Halfway there, there is a large pavilion standing beside the shore of a small lake. The path disappeared under the pavilion. There are many steep mountains and trees on both sides of the lake, so there is obviously no other way to go. We sat in the pavilion for a while, took out a sausage or two to satisfy our hunger, and a boat appeared at the far end of the lake. The boat floated slowly, and the closer it got, the clearer it became. This is an old green iron boat with a roof standing on it, covered with a thick layer of snow like the roof of a pavilion. When the boat docked, a large group of us boarded and sat down, each handed the boatman a dollar or two as a fee for crossing the lake, and slowly drifted to the other side.

? After reaching the other side, the road is no longer crawling up next to the trees in the forest, but across the open meadow (add a verb here). Of course, the green grass is still missing, hiding under the glistening fresh snow. The road we cross the meadow is a plank road, which stands high above the snow surface and is about one or two meters from the ground. The snowdrift in this place is quite thick, which is very suitable for making snowmen, just like I made it with my brother and friends in the front garden or the park near my home when I was a child. First, make a small snowball, then put it on the ground and push it forward. The snowball will roll bigger and bigger, and it will become a body. Then make a smaller snowball as the snowman's head, not too big, otherwise it will not be carried to the snowman. Finally, put some tattered clothes on him-a coat, a hat and a scarf, put some briquettes on his face as his eyes and mouth, and then insert a carrot as his nose. Of course, we didn't bring extra clothes, not to mention briquettes and carrots, so we couldn't make a good snowman.

? Through the meadow and into the forest, along a series of steep steps to the top of the mountain. In fact, it was my first and only time to climb to the top of the mountain. Looking out, it is a white and faceless world, an endless pure white sky, covered with a faint winter wonderland that we just left below. I was particularly tired when I reached the top of the mountain. I leaned against the fence and gasped. The warm and humid breath condensed into water mist in the air in front of me, which matched the snow scene-it was also white. While climbing, we kept moving, so we felt very warm, but I stopped for a while at the top of the completely faded mountain and suddenly felt the cold in winter and the cold wind on the mountain. The sweat on my back was cold, and my red cheeks were extra cold. The cold air reached out a cold hand and touched my face. I began to tremble, only to find that the white clouds in the sky were snowing, and the sparse snowflakes, petite and exquisite, floated around in mid-air.

? We stood silently in the snow scene at the top of the mountain, and finally paced to the ropeway station at the top of the mountain, took a seat in the hanging basket, shivering and overlooking the white smoke around the foot of the mountain. Sky will go back to Chongqing when I go down the mountain, and I will go back to Quanzhou to work. That trip to the back of Qingcheng Mountain was not only the last time I saw my friend, but also the last time I saw a winter wonderland full of snow.

* The so-called "mountain price" is my name for the phenomenon of inflated prices in tourist attractions. Of course, there are reasons for this phenomenon.