What does it feel like to climb a mountain with the one you love?

Deep in the hinterland of Wuling Mountain in the Qianjiang River, it is worthy of being called a small town in the mountains. Standing at the bottom of the hill in the small town, you can see mountains all around, high and short, three-dimensional and circular. Except for a few that are closer to the city, I can name them, namely Lover's Mountain, Yangtou Mountain, Santai Mountain, Paoma Mountain, and Zhengyang Mountain. I don't know the names of the others that are a little further away.

Looking out on a clear day, the color of the mountains changes from bright green to hazy gray from near to far. There are many mountains, stacked on top of each other and surrounding them. I am not sure which one or which mountain Bamian Mountain is. I only know roughly that it is located above the reservoir in the north of the city.

Standing in the city, you can look up and see the stretching semi-ring-shaped mountains, with undulating heights. There is a vague tower-like thing at the highest point, and there is an obvious stone wall on the lower part of the top of the mountain. This mountain is really majestic, with a majestic and steady shape yet still agile. What is its name? I don’t know? Maybe it's Bamian Mountain, but I'm not sure.

I first learned about Bamianshan when I was in junior high school. I heard from adults that there is a radar station up there and it is very high above sea level. In the past ten years, I have always climbed nearby mountains with names. In winter, the WeChat Moments are showing photos of the graceful snow scenery of Bamian Mountain. I am a little tempted by the ice and snow. Some time ago, I saw an article about Bamian Mountain in the "Poetry Road to Qianjiang" column of Wuling Metropolis Daily.

The article mentions a historical book - "Fang Yu Ji Yao", which records: "The mountain is divided into eight sides, stretching for dozens of miles and going straight up for more than ten miles. The highest point of the mountain is called Zhongding Mountain. Looking around, there are thousands of miles of clouds and mountains. At the beginning, it is dangerous and narrow. When you reach the top, you will find a vast wilderness with overgrown grass and forests. There are more than ten cliffs standing on the mountainside. "Ah, it turns out that Bamian Mountain is also a famous mountain. ah!

After asking friends in the city to find out the specific location of Bamian Mountain, I suddenly realized that the tall semi-ring-shaped mountain with exposed rocks on the top that I had been talking about was Bamian Mountain.

Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, once said: "What you see on paper will eventually make you realize it is shallow, but you will never know that you have to do it." I decided to explore it. At the end of the summer vacation, the trip to Bamian Mountain finally took place.

Wang Xiaowang and I agreed to leave early in the morning, but due to various delays we were leaving the city at around 4 pm. Mountains and rivers are connected. Before we go up the mountain, we first go to the Qianjiang River to hang out and take some photos. The sky was pure blue, the willow trees by the river were fluttering in the breeze, and a beautifully shaped classical wind and rain bridge was erected on the river. The scenery was so pleasant, but I was only thinking about exploring Bamian Mountain, so I set off after taking pictures.

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A Changan car, which we jokingly called "Du Erpi", took us away. Pass through the stadium and head towards the north reservoir of the city. Because I was not familiar with the road conditions, I called a friend at the reservoir intersection to ask for directions and then continued my journey. After passing the fork in the road, it was almost winding up the mountain. Before going very far, we encountered another fork in the road.

"Which intersection should I take?" Wang Xiaowang was a little confused.

"Bamian Mountain is so high, so we should go up the mountain." I was glad for my little wit.

I continued walking and came to a house in a winding place. An uncle about 60 years old was drying cowpeas and stopped to ask for directions.

"Uncle, this is the way to go to Bamian Mountain, right?" I stuck my head out and asked.

"Oh, you are going the wrong way. Go down the mountain at the fork below, toward the tailwater of the reservoir. Ours is a branch road." The uncle answered, pointing with his hand. That fork in the distance.

"Ah, you're going the wrong way," I exclaimed. To go up the mountain, you have to go down the slope first. I felt shy because I just took it for granted and blindly directed the way.

"It doesn't matter, let's turn around and go back." After I got off the car, Wang Xiaowang started to turn around.

I stood on the edge of the dam and looked at the house carefully. The road passed through the courtyard dam. There was a dense clump of bamboo on the side of the road. On the right side of the road was an old house. On one side of the house was a pigsty. There was a pile of firewood in front of the house, a few dustpans were placed on the firewood, and some cowpeas and pumpkin slices were dried in the sun. This is a typical life style in a mountain village.

"Uncle, are you the only family here?" I was a little curious.

"It turns out that there are quite a few families, and they have all moved in, leaving us old losers behind," the uncle replied with a smile.

"The air is so good when we live in the mountains. My uncle is very lucky at first sight."

While chatting with me, my uncle directed Wang Xiaowang to reverse the car.

"When I was young, I drove a walking tractor, but now I am too old to drive it." It turns out that my uncle is also an "old driver". No wonder he is so skillful in commanding the reverse.

Now that we have reversed the car, we say goodbye to our uncle and move on. The trees and bamboos on both sides of the road are intertwined, and the sun shines through the green shadows. The corn in the field under the road has been harvested, and some yellow corn stalks are left in the ground.

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When we arrived at the right fork in the road, close to the tail water of the Chengbei Reservoir, we saw faint ripples in the narrow green water. This reservoir provides drinking and domestic water sources for the city and is an important ecological protection zone. Pingbazi in the reservoir area should be the starting point for going up the mountain. Some fruit trees and vegetables are planted on the flat land.

After the car drove a few steps, Wang Xiaowang said, "Yu'er, take a picture of that straw pile. It's rare to see it now."

On the right side of the road is a straight tree. The cedar tree has straw stacks tied at its roots, forming an inverted bell shape. This should be last year's haystack. Farmers tied up the harvested rice stalks and piled them at the roots of trees. From time to time, they pulled off a few and fed them to the cattle to build their pens. I have seen such labor scenes when I lived in the village. There are electric poles and trees in the city, but there are no such haystacks.

The mountain continues to wind, and when you look up at the bend, you can see the towering stone walls. Towering tall in the sun, it is awe-inspiring.

"Brother Wang, drive slower, I'll take some photos."

"If you must, hold your phone and don't drop it."

On the way up the mountain, we stopped several times and used our mobile phones to take pictures of the scenery from high to low. I saw layers of terraced fields, golden and green rice, and lush trees. It was such an idyllic scenery.

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The city is getting farther and farther behind, and those tall buildings have become small dots. The further you go up the mountain, the cooler you feel. The sky was getting dark, but we couldn't drive too fast because of the high mountains and steep roads. On that stretch of road near the stone wall, I felt very nervous.

Looking down from a high place, I feel a little dizzy. The road is narrow and there are many sharp turns. My toes are holding tightly.

"Brother Wang, I'm a little scared, please drive slowly."

"Well, don't be afraid, I will be careful."

"This is high It’s really scary up here, and it’s getting cold.”

“It’s really cold at high places, and I really experienced it today.”

Walking through a flower. After the mushroom boulder, we came to a flat dam.

"Oh, it turns out that this is the location of the Bamianshan Fire Observation Tower of the Qianjiang District State-owned Forest Farm. Let's take a rest." I suggested taking a rest, and Wang Xiaowang parked the car on the dam.

Standing on the edge of the dam and looking towards the city, it was a gray area and it was hard to see clearly. You could probably tell the location of Yangtou Mountain and Zhengyang Mountain.

Standing at a high place, I had a somewhat clear understanding of the topography of Qianjiang River.

"It turns out that the old town of Qianjiang is surrounded by three hills: Zhengyang Mountain, Yangtou Mountain, and Lovers Mountain. It is really a mountain nest." I sighed while taking pictures.

"Yu'er, take a picture of this stone wall nearby." Wang Xiaowang pulled my sight from far to near. This stone wall is cylindrical, divided into several petals, with a slightly pointed top, covering with dense shrubs.

"The scenery is nice. I want to know more stories about Bamian Mountain."

"Then let's go and ask if there is anyone in the house. We can also conduct interviews. "After Wang Xiaowang finished speaking, he took me back to the front of the house in the middle of the dam.

"Is there anyone missing?" I shouted into the open door.

I called twice, but no one answered.

"What do you do?" came a voice. We heard the sound and looked for it. A middle-aged man on the top floor stuck his head out and answered.

"Hello, we are here to collect news and want to know something about Bamian Mountain. Can I interview you?"

"Is there anything we can interview?"

"Don't worry, we just set up the Longmen Formation at will. We like Bamian Mountain very much and plan to write some articles to learn more. Can you come up?"

"Oh, Come in through the stairs over there."

Just like that, as the night fell, we went up to this three-story building.

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"Wow, it's so cozy here." Go up to the top floor. On the left is a wooden building, a spacious dam, and a table tennis table. A middle-aged man greeted him.

"Hello, big brother. I am Xiao Song and this is Xiao Wang. We both like to write articles and often go around to collect news. I am very happy to meet you." After greeting the big brother, I stood on the mountain. The small building has a far-reaching view, and the scenery is endless.

The sunset in the west is layered, contrasting with the dark mountains at the bottom. Looking towards the city, it was already very gray.

During the conversation, I learned that this eldest brother named Guan was a distant relative of mine, so I was transferred from Huiqian Forest Farm to Bamianshan Forest Farm. He told us that there are many pine trees, cryptomeria trees, and precious medicinal materials such as Coptis chinensis, Gastrodia elata, and Magnolia officinalis on Bamian Mountain.

"The one at the bottom is called Guogong Cliff, and the one with the tower is called Zhongding Mountain," Brother Guan introduced carefully.

While it was still dark, we enjoyed the night and took photos as a souvenir.

"I've only been here a few months, and I don't know much about other stories. It's cool here, and there are many people coming to escape the summer heat. Today, more than 50 cars came up. At Zhongding Mountain There is our house next to us," Brother Guan said.

While we were chatting, another white car passed by the underground dam. Watching them drive on to Zhongding Mountain, I felt a little yearning.

"Brother Wang, how about we go to the top of the mountain over there? It's rare to get here, so we might as well go to the top, otherwise it will be a pity." I thought that since we are here, we might as well go to the top.

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Considering the car conditions, I checked with Brother Guan some of the road conditions on the top of the mountain, and we set off.

The sky is almost completely dark.

It was quiet except for the sound of our car. The car accidentally stalled and was difficult to start. To ensure safety, Wang Xiaowang asked me to get out of the car and brought two stones to cushion the rear wheels.

"Boom"... the vehicle made a rapid sound and climbed up hard. Under the reflection of the headlights, the car drove slowly on the mountain road at night. The cedar trees on both sides were illuminated by the headlights. The combination of the yellow light and the trees made them look white in the night, which was really scary. .

Chatting while driving. After a while, I saw the white car that passed by before reversing. When I asked about it, I found out that the gate to the top of the mountain was closed. I was in a dilemma and had to reverse the car.

The couple decided to reverse the car and go back. We heard music and playing on the top of the mountain and guessed that someone might be playing up there. We decided to park on the side of the road and walk up.

At this time, the sky to the west was filled with cotton-like clouds. In the last remaining light, the complex colors of deep red, dark blue, and jet black were revealed. The slightly shiny areas were set off against the surrounding vast night sky. It's getting deeper and deeper.

The night in the mountains reminds me of the night in the Zoige grassland of Aba Prefecture. The grassland is flat, so you can see further, and the visual effect is wider. The night sky in the mountains makes the mountains appear more majestic and vast.

The iron gate was locked. We entered the yard along the path on the left and walked along the slope. A tower-like building appeared in front of the light.

"Ah! It turns out to be such a big house. Looking at it from the bottom of the mountain, I thought it was just a small tower." The visual gap caused by the contrast between far and near made me feel even more how tall and majestic Bamian Mountain is. .

There is a dam under the house. There are indeed people camping and music is playing, but I prefer to climb up to enjoy the night view, so I climb up the stairs.

When we reached the top, the night breeze was slightly cool, and I couldn’t help but rub my arms a few times to warm them up. Looking at the city, the dots of lights merged into an unevenly distributed sea of ??lights, and a sense of warmth came to my heart.

The valley is completely dark. Just standing on the top of the mountain, you can still see the remaining clouds in the west. As far as the eye can see, the interweaving dark blue and maroon night gives people a sense of desolation.

Even though it was night in the mountains, I still remembered a poem related to the night on the water: "The mist is sinking in the evening, and the sky is vast."

"It turns out that this is what it looks like when standing at a high place It feels desolate and lonely. Looking at the lights under the mountain makes me feel warm. Brother Wang, what do you think? "

"Well, yes, only when you climb the mountain and feel the desolation of the world can you realize how small human beings are."

"This is called 'If you don't climb a mountain, you don't know how high the sky is; if you don't go to a deep stream, you don't know the depth of the earth'. The online version is called 'If you don't go out for a walk, you don't know how high the sky is.'" We laughed. Climb up the second level of stairs.

When we walked to the side of a gate, we vaguely saw a figure, and we walked forward.

The man came over with a flashlight. He could not see his face clearly, but he could only tell that he was a man.

"Hello, we are here to collect information. Are you the ranger here?"

"Oh, I am guarding the radar station." He approached us It was only then that I saw clearly that this man was about 50 years old, with slightly darker skin, wearing camouflage clothes, and a relatively friendly appearance.

It turns out that his surname is Luo, and he and his wife have been guarding the radar station here for several years. We continued chatting and learned that he was from Huangxi and his children worked outside the home. We called him Brother Luo, and we leaned against the stone pillar at the door and chatted.

"This is a radar station that collects some weather data and transmits it to the workstation below. The hill opposite is from the airport to the navigation station... The trees here are mostly pine trees, cryptomeria trees, ordinary fir trees, and some Some medicinal materials..." Brother Luo patiently introduced us to some information about Bamian Mountain.

After learning that we arrived here at night, he said it was a pity that we missed the spectacular sunset.

He took out his mobile phone and showed us the sunset landscapes he had taken. From the earthy yellow clouds to the setting sun like blood, the majestic mountain sunsets were touching. Then there are the turbulent clouds in the morning, the scattered flowers, the snow and ice on the roads and houses in winter, wow, what an enviable beauty!

"Brother Luo, can you send me these photos for tourism promotion?" Wang Xiaowang does tourism promotion work. After work, he also always pays attention to collecting photos of the beautiful scenery of Qianjiang River.

In the process of posting photos, Brother Luo also mentioned that several other friends who love photography often come up to take photos and take pictures. Those people are all acquaintances of ***.

During the chat, Brother Luo’s wife, Sister Li, walked up from the stairs. She was dressed in white and had short hair and was slightly fat. After chatting about some daily life, I learned a very interesting little story.

“We have raised a chicken for almost two years. People who come here for camping and traveling like to tease it and take pictures of it. It is not afraid of animals and does not run away. It also knows how to cooperate with the camera... A teacher took a photo of this chicken looking at his cell phone and won an award..." Sister Li enthusiastically shared interesting stories about this chicken.

Brother Luo pulled out a photo of this chicken. The chicken was standing on a pillar with clouds behind it. It looked up into the distance. It was such an energetic chicken!

"So, this chicken is an Internet celebrity!" I joked.

"Yes, Sa, this chicken is extraordinary. He has been on TV and newspapers with us. He is very fashionable!" Sister Li also said with a smile.

"It would be great if you just take a look at this chicken, soaking up the spiritual energy of the mountains!" Wang Xiaowang and I both had this idea.

"The chicken has entered the pen. Come earlier next time and take a picture of it. It likes to follow it everywhere. It will follow us wherever we go. The relationship becomes better after we have been together for a long time," Sister Li said Speaking of his own chicken, his funny tone was full of affection.

There are sparsely populated mountains at an altitude of more than 1,700 meters. The rice, oil and vegetables they eat are purchased once a month from the mountain. Occasionally, people come to play, and most of the time it is very quiet. It's rare to have this chicken by your side. At the foot of the mountain, pet dogs are fed, and on the mountain are "pet chickens." The harmonious coexistence of humans and animals is most vividly reflected in the mountains and forests.

"A few days after the Chinese New Year, I will go down to cook for the kids, so that the family can celebrate the New Year together." Sister Li mentioned the family gathering. Due to the lack of manpower at the high-mountain radar station, Brother Luo could hardly go home during the Chinese New Year. They all spend the New Year in the mountains.

"My children are all grown up, and we are no longer young. The air in the mountains is good and relatively leisurely, so we just treat it as a pension." Brother Luo smiled honestly.

"Yes, the scenery here is beautiful and the air is fresh. I don't want to go back." I really want to stay here and play for a while.

"No way, we didn't bring anything with us." Wang Xiaowang was also honest, afraid that I would not leave.

"What are you afraid of? At worst, I can ask Brother Luo to borrow a quilt, and we can lie on the eaves all night and watch the sunrise." I always come up with some bold ideas to tease him.

"It's okay, we have spare rooms here that you can stay in." Sister Li replied enthusiastically.

While we were chatting, a woman wearing blue overalls came up from the ladder and learned that they were a large family having a camping party and invited us to go down and play.

"Let's go down there and play together." I walked down with Wang Xiaowang and Brother Luo and reached the dam.

Speakers, tables, chairs and benches, kitchen and dining utensils, tents, etc. are all available. It is truly a harmonious and happy family.

The moon emerged from the clouds at some point and hung on the side of the house on the top of the mountain. It felt like "a mountain moon and a half autumn moon".

"Oh, Huohuo, the moon is coming out!" Some big brother shouted, the whole place became excited, the music started, and the camping party reached its climax again.

"Moon on the Bamian Mountain", "The Biggest Wife" and "Meeting in Obo" played songs one after another in Pingbazi on the top of the mountain. Some were dancing, some were sitting drinking and peeling peanuts, and some were playing cards.

I did a dance with the lady with suspender jeans whom I greeted above, calling her Sister Mei. The music and dance under the moonlight have a joyful feeling between heaven and earth.

It is dark all around, but there is white light in this dam and the house on top. The light in the darkness is precious, which makes people feel pity and gratitude.

"It's a pity that this is a forest farm, otherwise it would be great to light a bonfire and dance the hand dance!" I muttered silently in my heart.

In my mind, there was a lively picture of a bonfire party. However, although this scene does not have the warmth of a bonfire, it is still lively enough. But this bit of excitement is insignificant compared to the deep darkness of the entire Bamian Mountain, which further proves the power of nature.

"Send the man off to the cowpea forest, touch the cowpeas with my hands and express my heartfelt feelings..." On a high mountain night, folk songs add to the fun and can also respond to the feelings of the mountains in my hometown. I took the initiative to sing this song "Send Off" "Lang Tiao", after finishing singing, a big brother picked up the microphone and sang to me, "This lovely girl in front of me, she sang so wonderfully..." I am quite good at folk song duets, and Tujia duets are also a major feature. .

"Little sister, I came to Bamian Mountain and saw you guys having fun. I couldn't help but come over and have fun together. Thank you for taking care of me..." Just like that, I joined them. Folk songs were sung in duet, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more lively.

"Let me take a sip of your tea and ask you a question..." A few of us ladies sang to the men across from us, and the others cheered and applauded.

Our singing makes the top of Bamian Mountain no longer silent, and the place where there is singing and dancing is full of vitality. Compared with the lively scene of the valley city, the singing and dancing on the mountain top does not have gorgeous lights and sound, but it is precious. This vitality of life revealed in the darkness is full of simple passion.

It was late, so we said goodbye to them and set off on the way down the mountain.

Walking on the road, I saw the sparks in the city, and when I recalled the singing just now, I was filled with emotion. Whether it is a valley or a mountaintop, it all needs lights, singing and dancing. The state of life felt in this way is warm. I gradually understood the "Blast Furnace Chant" in my hometown of Mala, which was listed as a municipal intangible cultural heritage. It was a cry for trying to cross the mountains, and it was also a release of the passion for life and labor.

The winding road down the mountain was frightening. The road was uneven, and we passed the small bump in front without knowing the road conditions below, so our speed was very slow.

The farther away from the top of the mountain, the closer to the city, the lights become clearer, and I feel less nervous.

"Yu'er, I'm actually a little nervous. There are still great risks when walking on mountain roads at night. I have to be responsible for our safety." Wang Xiaowang seemed to feel my nervousness.

"It's okay. Let's go together. Drive slowly and get to the city safely.

I don't sleep, so I help watch the traffic. "As I answered, I thought about the long road of life. Isn't it like this? There are flat roads and winding roads, winding up the mountain and straight downhill roads. Some may be happy or nervous, but as long as there is trust and love. We are not afraid of danger even if we are with people.

As we slowly descended the mountain, the orange car lights cut through the darkness and opened the narrow yellow passage to guide us back to the city safely. We ordered some midnight snacks. Celebrating this rare and safe trip to Bamian Mountain

“No matter how high the mountain is, it is not as high as a human foot. We look forward to traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers together. "With tea instead of wine, Wang Xiaowang and I clinked glasses.

"Well, Yu'er, let's work hard, read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles," Wang Xiaowang responded affectionately.

Bamian Mountain, goodbye!

I remember your majesty in the sun, your depth in the night, and your singing in the night.

I cherish this time full of love and courage. My trip to Bamian Mountain, the courage to explore and the accompanying warm heart, I am grateful for everything given by the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.