Introduction to Free Travel in Gutian Village, Lvtian Town, Yinggu Line

Yinggu Line is a hiking route developed by the donkey friends themselves, which contains an unorganized and regular hiking route map from Liangkou Yingcun to Gutian Village in Lutian Town. Many people say that it is hard to imagine finding such a paradise in a bustling metropolis like Guangzhou. The scenery here is beautiful, full of passion and encounter, and all kinds of beautiful women on the road need your help. This is how the opportunity is obtained.

Accustomed to choose to escape every once in a while, escape from the noisy city, and find a real peace of their own, so traveling with three or two confidants is the best choice. ?

Wake up early in the morning, the sky is hazy, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and my heart is suddenly gloomy. I have an appointment to go hiking today. Why is God not beautiful? Going or not? My heart hesitated. But the date was still going on, so I put on my backpack and set off. ?

Sure enough, donkeys have the nature of donkeys, and they don't lack any, but their faces are donkey-colored. ?

Sitting in the car of' Brother Four', I soon arrived at Gutian Village, Lutian Town, Conghua, the source of this hike. ?

When I got off the bus, it rained heavily. The old donkeys don't look sleepy at all when they put on professional equipment, but when I wait for the new donkey, my heart becomes darker at the moment. I really hate myself for coming. Helpless, I still listened to the whistle in front, walked with an umbrella and followed the big troops step by step. Looking at the person in front carrying a thick backpack, bending down to shelter from the rain, my heart suddenly smiled. A donkey friend really looks like a donkey, so this is the exact words. ?

A group of donkeys are walking slowly along the stream. The road by the stream is winding, high and low, sometimes through the forest, but it does not sink into the stream.

The stream flows among the pebbles, and the sound of running water is endless. Every time I walk across a small bridge, I will see groups of stone snails and groups of small fish in the water.

People transit in the forest, water flows under their feet, their eyes are green, and the stream is clear. Occasionally, I will wake up an unknown bird among the flowers by the stream. Beauty, all primitive and natural beauty! ?

In this way, walking through the green hills, listening to the birds singing and smelling the flowers, the mood is actually better, and there is laughter among the donkey friends. Every time the scenery is unique, the donkey friends will cheer. ?

The rain is sometimes heavy and sometimes small, and sometimes it stops, so the clouds in the Mid-Levels are lingering, flying and disappearing without a trace. Persimmon trees on the hillside are still hung with sporadic red fruits, lined with maple trees with red leaves, and the breeze blows away like a girl's skirt, which makes people daydream.

At this time, I really envy the birds flying all over the mountain, and I can stay in the mountains for a long time and enjoy such beautiful scenery! ?

When I was wandering among the mountains and rivers, I suddenly heard that Xitou Village was approaching. ?

Is it Xitou Village in my dream? I was ecstatic and stepped up my steps. ?

Here we are, here we are, unchanged, still a pear tree in the garden. Pears and pine trees are obviously not in full bloom yet. No change, the village is still a clean stream, everything is so familiar! Is this Xitou Village in my dream? I remember two years ago, when the sunset was slanting, it was so quiet here. ?

Maybe it's time. There are many cars parked on the path near the village, and there are crowds of people on the upper reaches of an antique street. It was already noon, and my friend who came with me said that he would eat in a small restaurant in the village. I said, let's go for a walk. ?

Shuttling back and forth in the small street, but I didn't take a picture. I only think of the farmhouse by the stream under the setting sun two years ago and the hut deep in the pear garden by the stream. Where are you? Is there anyone else resting and eating there?

After all, it has changed, but it will not be found for a while, and it is very helpless. Go back and forth and come to a quiet restaurant. My friends who came with me couldn't wait to sit down, but they obeyed. ?

Just sat down and served tea, still unwilling, I ran to the restaurant and looked around. Finally, I saw a familiar figure, "That's it! That's it! " I shouted, regardless of my friends' incomprehension and the boss's ugly face, and insisted on leaving the restaurant where I had just sat down and heading for the cabin deep in the pear garden. Helpless, it's my turn ?

Nearby, reddish walls, gray mud tiles, without any modification, are still natural and quaint. Two lanterns hanging under the eaves are still fluttering in the wind, and the Xiao Mu stool I once sat on is still there. The stream beside the hut is still flowing. ?

Finally, I sat down again, as if I had met an old friend. When the food was on the table, I walked around the hut with my camera, looking for my past memories. ?

Remember the stream in front of the house? The bottom of the water is clear, small fish are swimming, and a small bridge made of wood and bamboo floats on the water. I still remember being with you in the sunset, on the bridge, watching the fine sand flow slowly and butterflies dancing among the yellow flowers by the stream; I still remember sitting with you on the big rock by the stream, so close, watching the distant mountains setting and listening to the running water. ? So close, so close, the sunset is picturesque!

I tried my best to pursue it, but the small bridge in the past was gone, the gravel path was gone, and the big stone I had sat on was gone. Because of the widening of the road, the stream became smaller, and there were no small beaches in those years, and the water became much shallower. ?

I squatted by the stream and looked at this once familiar place, and I didn't want to leave for a long time. ?

I finally understand that the past will never come back. Beauty comes from nature and happens by accident. If you exchange your own beauty for another beauty, it will not be worth the loss. There are more man-made things, but less natural and pure things. That's the way it is, and so are people. If you hide more and decorate more, you will lose something pure and beautiful. ?

What is the "postal flavor" in the series of "Random Talks in Small Towns"?

Volcano?

Recently, I heard that the demonstration section of Qiangang Ancient Post Road, about 14 km, will be built in Conghua on 20 17, which shows that there are more and more leisure people now, and the location of energy guidance needs to be more and more abundant. ?

The orienteering race of Nanyue Ancient Road has gathered outstanding hikers from all walks of life. As a demonstration pilot project of ancient post road in the province, Qiangang ancient post road has also promoted Conghua's popularity as a pearl in northern Guangzhou. The existence of the post road is not only a channel for the circulation of materials, but also a stable way for personnel information exchange. Now that the road network is developed, modern transportation has replaced the functions of these post roads. With the convenience of social development, more people go out for an outing, and walking is still the best way to keep fit. The trend of big data will show which sport is popular. ?

Conghua has a group of outdoor enthusiasts for a long time, including four famous brothers. Outdoor talents include Kao and Dahongying. Among them, Dahongying is a tourist from Conghua and one of the earliest people who participated in the discovery of the "Shadow Ancient Line", including the excavation of Xiu Xiu Town in Nanping. They all participated in it. Earlier, Li Qingshui, a native of Liangkou Feng Teng, and several outdoor enthusiasts rediscovered the hiking route from Changshanshe to the hot spring at the junction of Fogang. Some roads were rediscovered by myself with a knife. Is this a branch of the ancient post road? On WeChat, they posted some pictures of roads, which I think is a new beginning for new ethnic minorities to explore outdoor activities. A few days ago, a doctor in Shenzhen had an accident traveling alone, which still shows that minority groups will be more necessary. The large-scale activities promoted by the whole people made a good start, and more follow-up personnel participated in the sustainable activity mining. ?

Occasionally participate in some non-governmental exchange activities, and our literary and art group members have no intention of passing through the Ghost Mouth Gudu on the other side of Shenzhen and Hong Kong; Listen to a literary friend who is familiar with this place. This used to be one of the ancient water post roads. Now that we are here, we do see some vague traces. Long song, a Chinese painting creator, created a painting of "Ghost Mouth Crossing the Ancient River" based on classic records and on-the-spot observation. This picture is as quiet as last life. I never thought there would be such a picture in Conghua. Mr. Meng Qi, a rural oil painter, also plans to make a number of paintings in the style of China ink painting, including a series specifically aimed at "Ghost Mouth Gluing"; There are already some sketches and samples in his material, but what about the ghost-billed ancient crossing in his works? ?

These realities exist, and there are various trends surging in the great era. Who can really see the connection between the present and the future? The policy focuses on people's livelihood and infrastructure, and such projects may go a long way; For those of us who are engaged in education, there are more stories about local cultural activities to tell. If we are willing to write, the prose series will have a richer look. Quiet minority records will lead some things to happen voluntarily, which can not only keep some waves in the mass tide, but also give more spiritual nourishment and choices in culture and connotation. ?

Many years ago, we set off a literary craze, and now we set off a sports craze. The edge of literature comes from the sense of distance to movement. Or these distances are our beautiful imagination space.