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Back to Shihuigou

Inscription: People say that there is always a body and soul on the road.

The epidemic raged a few days ago, so there seems to be no more room to run errands in such a big city. Most of the time, only Tianma Lake can go. Great, everything is getting back to normal gradually, and people can go hiking out of the city again.

By the lake, I often like to look at the snow peaks in the distant mountains and imagine the snowflakes flying all over the sky in Qilian Mountain. At this time, I always seem to hear Shan Ye's call. Time and time again, I seem to see those tireless feet, deeply immersed in the winding snowy road in Shan Ye, still enjoying themselves, which seems to have a more exquisite meaning in life.

Whenever this time, Li Meng's "Song of a Donkey Friend" will ring in my ear:

Castle peak is calling.

The stream looks forward to it.

I want to fly in the city.

Say goodbye to busyness

Put aside your troubles.

Let's have fun.

Walking hand in hand between green mountains and green waters

Climb mountains to see immortals.

Mo Yuan Xian near the water

Indulge in kissing nature

Make your body sweat.

Charge happiness.

Chat with friends

There is no limit to enjoying life.

Come on, let's go.

Donkey, donkey, donkey.

Come on, let's go.

Donkey, donkey, donkey.

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On this rest day, I really can't help longing for Xuefeng Mountain in Qilian Mountain. I invited several donkey friends to drive 100 kilometers to a small ravine under Qilian Mountain in Tianzhu County, a place called Shihuigou.

On this day, the weather was fine, the sun was shining all over the national highway 3 12, and the car reflected a little starlight. Like a rosy cloud, in the present time and space, it adds a kind of relief and relaxation, and inexplicably surges with excitement and openness.

There is no snow on the road and there are not many cars. It takes about an hour to reach the foot of Wushaoling.

The weather under Wushaoling is extremely cold. Like last winter, it has been covered with snow. Under the blue sky, on the opposite ridge, two powerful and broken earth walls ran towards us like Youlong, but they were blocked by the road at the foot and stopped helplessly at the foot of the mountain. Then the remaining defects seem unwilling to drown in the mountains and gradually disappear into our sight. ...

Two sections of earth walls are too old to talk about tree rings. The earth wall in the east began in the Han Dynasty, and the earth wall in the west began in the Ming Dynasty. Two sections of earth walls are not as common as they seem. Once stopped the Huns from going south and broke the fierce spear of Tatar. Needless to say, these are the Han Great Wall and the Ming Great Wall, which are listed as national key cultural relics protection units.

Under the Great Wall, in a field of crops, there are bundles of wheat that have not come and have been taken away, and the dead leaves on the side are curled up on the ridge in the snow. The dark cement road winds through them in this frozen world, leading to the village at the end of the field.

This is a village with only a few dozen families, which is messy and built on a platform near the mountain in the west. There are already many households. In recent years, Tianzhu began a large-scale ex situ poverty alleviation relocation, and many farmers moved to Xinrong New Village in Dachaigou Town. The remaining houses haven't changed much. They look very simple, single-color bungalows, without any elements of Tibetan architecture. Next to the bungalow are cowshed and sheepfold. There are not many cattle and sheep in the pen, so it is estimated that some of them have gone to graze in the mountains.

There is a large open space in the low-lying area in front of the village, which has been reclaimed by the villagers and some seasonal vegetables are planted on weekdays. Every summer, villagers dressed in national costumes gather here with horses and have a race called "Walking". Only at this time can we interpret the unique spiritual pursuit of this nation from their bright smiles.

Several horses are leisurely looking for grass on the hillside beside the house, stopping from time to time and looking up at us warily. Like unwelcome tourists, we slowly broke into their territory under the gaze of horses. There seems to be an apology, and we left silently.

On the hillside above the house, there is a pile of nima made of stone, and prayer flags are flying on the pile. At this time of winter, it is naturally associated with the Tibetan people here in appearance. This reminds me of the kindness, love and good wishes of the Tibetan people in Nimadui, which is the cornerstone of Tibetan belief.

Many times, I thought it was just Tibetan belief. When I walked in it, I realized that in their cultural attributes, this is a nation that does not pursue material and success. Faith makes them live more purely, which has actually sublimated into their lives and is an indispensable main support in life.

Out of the village, in the middle of the two mountains, there is a relatively open flat land, or ravine, which is lime ditch. The mouth of the ditch is relatively wide, and the deeper you go, the tighter you get.

The slopes on both sides of the ditch are north-south, not very high, very slow, and are beautiful meadows. Meadow is divided into blocks of different sizes by barbed wire, and each block belongs to a different family and is the herdsmen's own grassland. The number of cattle and sheep in it is their harvest.

There are large areas of unknown shrubs such as rhododendron and fragrant firewood on the hillside. In winter, when all the flowers fall, their branches are often covered with snow, which means being bullied by snow. Not all, but some shrubs shake off the snow with halberd-shaped branches, revealing purple branches and leaves, like singing and dancing on a white stage in purple clothes. On the other hand, the azaleas all over the mountains and plains have forgotten the changes of seasons like practicing the Millennium secret method, wearing thin green clothes and secretly watching. Naughty wild birds fly out of the grass from time to time and fly to the clear sky, leaving a string of crisp songs.

And ahead, the faint snowflakes can't cover up the towering blue-gray peaks, revealing a strong chest. Strange to say, among the mountains in Qilian Mountain, this mountain peak is not a common virgin forest in Qilian Mountain. It's all blue and white rocks, which seems to be intended to scare us.

By the river, unwilling to be bound by ice and snow, quietly flowing outside the mountain, getting closer and closer, making a crisp sound. That situation, some like an affectionate girl, left a silvery voice. The river is unusually clear, and the goose warm stone at the bottom of the river is clearly swaying to us. The grass, shrubs and ice hanging by the river seem to be talking to the sun excitedly, and tears of joy flow from the emotional place, which is beautiful.

The sun has risen and set obliquely from the top of the mountain in the east, scattering golden light in the snowy ravine, reminding me of my mother's hand, touching my cheek warmly, and it is no longer so cold. In this way, I walked all the way and stopped to take pictures by the red bush from time to time. Often at this time, the original thorns are swayed by the sun here, no longer dazzling, and become gratifying and feminine under the light.

Walking in the snow in the ditch was still very tired. The two donkey friends couldn't keep up after walking for a while and stopped over. My wife and I persisted and walked for about 7 kilometers. The blue-gray mountain blocked our way. Yes, we have stood at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. I saw a thin snowflake, casually covered with limestone peaks, black and white, and it was an extreme color, like a soldier with a bare chest, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter.

Compared with the mountains on both sides of the ditch, this limestone peak is rugged and steep. Not too lofty, like a pile of stones, I can't tell what shape it is. On the bloated mountain, there are several peaks that point to the sky like pagodas. This looks more like a huge pile of nima, protecting the herdsmen here with an inviolable attitude.

Looking down from the sky, it is actually a mountain range with a continuous length of 45 kilometers from east to west and a width of about 10 kilometers from north to south. Because it looks like a horse tooth, it is called Maya Snow Mountain. Tibetan language is called "Anizhuo", which means Gazhao Stone Mountain, and it is a sacred mountain revered by the local Tibetan people.

In the true sense, this is not a snowy mountain. As we can see, there is not a plant on this mountain all the year round. Except for a little light snow in winter, it always shows people with a blue-gray face. Perhaps because of its lime white, people gave it the title of Snow Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, we stood in the shade of the northern foot of Maya Snow Mountain, with no lights. On the gentle slope meadow under the snow-capped mountain, the original grassland, the original thorns and shrubs were covered with a thick layer of snow, and even the original uneven bare was smoothed by snow. This brings peace to the eyes, but also brings the unique peace in winter. Here, my impetuous heart returned to this calm world.

At that moment, I was very happy to enjoy the peace that nature gave me. In this secret place, my soul seems to have been purified and entered a state of pious meditation.

Suddenly, my wife shouted:

"Listen, on the left front, there is the sound of' Hua, Hua', which sounds like a burst of wind blowing into the Woods." When my wife came for the first time, she was a little excited to hear the sound of running water. She searched with her eyes from time to time.

"It's a waterfall, that's why we're here." I replied.

Say that finish, we can't help to speed up the pace. The snow at the foot is already very thick, and a pair of shoes stepped on it have sunk in. At this point, my wife followed me and completely ignored me. In this way, we walked on the thorny snowy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked along the sound of water a little. At the foot of the mountain, we found the sound of running water.

This is a waterfall formed by the rushing water on the cliff at the foot of Maya Snow Mountain. The cliff is about three stories high and almost vertical. After flowing water passes through the cliff top, the first waterfall falls from the cliff to the high platform with a height of less than 1 m2 in the middle, and then falls from the high platform to form the second waterfall, which falls into the pool with a height of1m2 under the cliff, hitting the rocks inside and roaring the sound of water.

On the west side of these two waterfalls, a hillside that is a little round and a little belly is also flowing, but it is much lower, forming a pile of low waterfalls like a little brother. Strangely, where the waterfall flows, there is less snow, but green moss grows, which is particularly fresh. I even doubt my own eyes. It's suspicious that there are snow and waterfalls all around, and what's more strange is that I still have moss on me.

On the east side of the two waterfalls and at the end of the mountain on the east side of the lime ditch, there is also a pool of water flowing through a fan-shaped gentle slope, passing through the grass gap and falling on a cliff with a height of more than one person, forming another low waterfall.

In the past, on the gentle slope of this sector, almost all the places where running water passed were moss, covered with green and shining in the sun; The moss I saw this time is not as big as in previous years. There is so much snow between the mosses that it seems that it won't melt for a while. The touch of green has become an ornament, and the green and white are also extremely amazing.

Where the three waterfalls flow, thin ice condenses in many places, forming various forms of ice hanging. Some, like rabbits, horses, swords and halberds, have their own shapes, like ice sculptures specially made by people, which suddenly make people shine.

This is a kind of ice hanging, very thin and transparent. These transparent ice curtains often form roller blinds outside, and running water flows freely inside in the form of waterfalls. They also gently kissed the beautiful edge of the ice curtain from time to time, which really shocked us.

At that moment, I began to doubt my eyes and felt that I had come to a fairy tale world: there were white clouds floating in the blue sky, and under the white clouds, the blue-gray peaks were sharp and sharp, reaching the sky. At the foot of the mountain, the earth is covered with silver and frozen. But on a frozen snow-white hillside, mountain springs and waterfalls are elegant, and the place where the running water passes is covered with fresh moss. The water from the fresh moss makes the fresh moss greener. It's not hard to imagine how amazing this is! Only the skillful hands of nature can carve out the most magical appearance in front of us.

The sight in front of him made his wife wonder about the four seasons and asked, "Is this winter or spring?"

I took off my thick gloves and put my hand into the waterfall in a demonstration way. My wife also put her hand in and sighed, "Alas, how can this water be warm and not cold?"

This is a hot spring. I replied.

Wife meow: It's incredible that this hot spring is hidden in the deep mountains. The hot spring has actually made the snow scene this winter. That's great.

In admiration, we left disappointed.