Outdoor mountain climbing: enjoy the red leaves in the green canyon of Qingzhou.

It is another red leaf season. Yesterday, I went to Anqing Canyon in Qingzhou to enjoy the red leaves. Registration is very popular. According to the tour leader, it seems that about 70 people were reported, and the original deadline was more than 40 people. Team members disagree. Finally, a car was added, and four leaders of 70 people arrived in Qingzhou at 6: 30 in the morning.

There are few mountains in Weifang area, one is Ma Pingchuan, only Qingzhou, but it is beautiful, with mountains and peaks, beautiful scenery and spectacular scenery.

After entering Qingzhou mountain area, the scenery changed immediately. From a distance, persimmon trees are everywhere, far or near. The trees are different in size, but the scenery is exactly the same. There is not a leaf on the tree. Every branch is covered with orange-red persimmons, like colorful balloons. Very dazzling and spectacular.

Persimmon tree is taller, but it is a kind of tree under the tree. The green leaves are very lush. There are clusters of red fruits everywhere among the leaves. Although it was a little far, I immediately judged that it was hawthorn. The orange persimmon above and the red hawthorn below set each other off, adding a touch of charm to the deep blue mountains. One by one, we peeped out through the window, and we were amazed at the sight in the city.

At nine o'clock, we arrived at Shangan Qingcun at the foot of the mountain. The bus can only be parked on the road outside the village. We need to cross the village to reach the foot of the mountain. Originally, the bus could have crossed Zhonghao Village to the foot of the mountain. Maybe the year before last, the rainstorm caused disaster, and the path where the village bus can reach the foot of the mountain was washed away, so the bus couldn't get in. It still is.

We walked along a potholed gravel path and passed a wide river that was almost cut off. Rows of students sketched on the dry gravel in the river. Facing the mountains under the blue sky and white clouds, the green river below was splashed with ink. The beauty of nature is on paper, and it is beautiful. On both sides of the path are rows of villagers' houses, stone walls and red tile roofs with almost indistinguishable colors, which just complement the massiness of the mountain. There is also a poetic roof.

There are many kinds of vegetables at the door, such as green Chinese cabbage, green radish and lentils crawling all over the porch. The stands are covered with green or purple lentils, and some doors are filled with an old lady who is struggling to beat the straw lying on the ground. The small basket next to it is made of red beans. There are many bright yellow wild plants called autumn flowers growing in the weeds on the roadside. Bees and butterflies are flying in the wind, and the faint fragrance permeates our hearts.

Came to the foot of the mountain, a little rectification, began to climb the mountain, along the narrow path trodden by the donkey friends, the slope was slightly steep, and everyone's ears were probably only panting. On the hillside, I met an old lady who was harvesting three or five kinds of crops similar to mung beans in a small terrace, which should be adzuki beans. It's really not easy.

Probably from the hillside, red leaf trees appeared in dribs and drabs, but the leaves were not red enough and the color was dim. As we go up, there are more and more red-leaf trees, and the colors are getting more and more beautiful, but they are still very different from the colors we imagined.

The weather is fine, blue sky and white clouds, sunny. Soon, sweat began to drip down my face. The mountain is not high, and there are almost no difficult places to walk. After a short rest in the middle, we are almost at the top of the mountain. The red leaves have been distributed in patches. Perhaps because of the sun angle and other mountains, the section where we walked to the top of the mountain was almost shady.

When I finally appeared in the sun, I suddenly found that the colors of red leaves in the sun were the most beautiful, including golden yellow, orange and purplish. Most of them are reddish with a little orange. The warm sunshine shines on the leaves, shining with the trembling breeze. It's so beautiful. Only then did I find the language pale and shocked for a long time before I blurted out: "It's so beautiful!" "Listening to other teammates only said two words," It's beautiful "and" How can it be so beautiful? "It seems that our feelings are the same.

At this time, I didn't feel tired, so I rushed to the top of the mountain. As far as I can see, there are endless mountains around me. From a distance, the hillside is lush, and there are clusters of brilliant red here and there, just like clouds of red mist rising from the hillside. Some ridges are all red, but both sides are wrapped in green, which is breathtaking. This is a masterpiece of nature. Who wove this beautiful brocade and covered the green hills? How could we possibly?

The mountains are connected, but not high. When we walked down this mountain, we climbed another mountain. The same is true of red-leaf trees, which shine in the sun. Maybe the red leaves are more beautiful on the third mountain. They are on the ridge from this mountain to the next. The whole tree is very tall. We can only drown under the red leaves. We walked slowly, admiring and rocking.

I asked the tour leader how long the beautiful red leaves could last. The tour leader said that if the weather stays fine, it will take about a week. If it rains and winds, it may be like that tree overnight. I followed the instructions of the leader, but it turned out to be a bare gray dead tree, and I felt gloomy. These beautiful leaves, like moths, are the only and last glory in their life every year. A girl in her twenties is wearing a music player with a slightly sad melody flowing in it. I looked up at the bright red sky overhead, and a trace of sadness quietly rose. ...

I walked about five or six hills, and it was close to noon. I began to go down the mountain to eat in the canyon. A long line is easy to disappear in the blink of an eye and walk. Inadvertently, we found that there were only four female compatriots left, and no one was seen before and after. Only occasionally heard a faint voice in front, shouted a few times, no response. As soon as the discussion is over, move on, along the only path where you can see traces. If we were in Laoshan, we wouldn't dare to go any further. There are too many forks in Laoshan Mountain, and it is easy to get lost. This mountain is relatively simple.

It's like walking in a primeval forest, stepping on thick dead leaves and jumping over the occasionally dead and bent trunk, surrounded by all kinds of miscellaneous trees, high or short or thick or thin, and few birds sing, except for the creak of our trampling, which makes everything quiet and scary. Fortunately, it wasn't long before we met several lonely people one after another, and the voice in front became clearer and clearer. Finally, we caught up with the vanguard troops.

On the way down the mountain, there are fewer and fewer red leaves. We have seen the most beautiful scenery at the top of the mountain, so we don't care. /kloc-At about 2: 30, I arrived at a Yang Shulin near the foot of the mountain, sat on the floor in the thick leaves, and started my lunch time.

After eating, we had a rest and continued down the mountain. Before long, we came to a dry river. We trudged on all kinds of rocks, knowing that the end of the river was the end, and we were in high spirits. Occasionally, a stream appears under the rocks by the river, and the clear stream flows silently in the crevices. After a while, it disappeared under the stone, and after a while, it appeared again.

The endless river, the team came from time to time to ask. "Why isn't it over yet?" Some teammates will answer "soon, soon." After walking for about two hours, my feet were numb with stones. Finally, I saw several people sitting and resting at the end of the river in front of me. We ran past cheering. The captain is boiling mountain spring water to serve several teammates who need hot water.

After drinking water and having a rest, we picked some wild chrysanthemums from Huang Cancan, which were everywhere. When the troops assembled, we went to another village with a green coast, Zhonghaoer, to look for our bus. I suddenly found that Xiao Lv, the fist-sized mascot on the backpacks of two husband and wife teammates walking in front, was covered with seeds of unknown plants, while Xiao Lv had become a hedgehog.

Looking down, my trouser legs, shoes and shoelaces are also full, so hurry to choose one by one. There are three or two spines at the top of the slender seed, and there must be barbs on the spines, which are very strong. The breeding mode chosen by these seeds should not be underestimated, and they are inadvertently taken to all directions.

At the intersection waiting for the bus on the roadside, several villagers are selling their own agricultural products, including adzuki beans, hawthorn, sweet potatoes, and many big and amazing old melons. There is a skinny old lady about 80 years old, looking at the half-baked red hawthorn and smiling at us tourists. A young teammate walked over and asked for her hawthorn. The little old lady is very happy.

In one episode, the old lady didn't accept bar codes, and now most of them go out without cash. Facing the old lady's expectant eyes, the young man quickly borrowed money everywhere. Fortunately, the leader still has cash, and the old lady got the money, which made her more really happy. Her teammate said that she should ask her children to help her get a receiving code. The old lady waved her hand and proudly said "I won't", and the whole family burst into laughter. What a happy old lady.

At about 5: 30, we got on the return bus, and a romantic trip to the red leaves ended successfully.