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Riding in Taihang Mountain is full of expectations and challenges for many young people. It started a romantic journey in an exciting competition. Many people are not familiar with Taihang Mountain, but they can often be seen in TV dramas and movies. The following is a free riding guide for Taihang Mountain.

Yesterday, my friend Wang Yanan invited me to ride Taihang Mountain. I haven't been there yet, and I've been longing for it. Use Saturday and Sunday to see Taihang Mountain.

It is on the other side of Taihang Mountain, about 100 km away from us.

I thought it was easier this way. I didn't expect to ride for a few months, and the flat road of 70 or 80 kilometers made me exhausted. Suddenly, high-intensity cycling makes my thighs ache. But this is just a flat road, and there is still a climb behind it.

Let's talk about the weather first The smog is too serious. The weather was gray, and I thought it was fog. Later, when the sun came out and the weather remained the same, I realized it was smog. I thought it would be better to go to Xinxiang, but I didn't expect it to be worse. The road is foggy, and the Taihang Mountain, which should have been seen ten kilometers away from the foot of the mountain, has disappeared behind the fog without a trace. It was not until we came to the foot of the mountain that Taihang Mountain was faintly visible. After entering the mountain, the shadow of smog still hangs over Taihang Mountain, which is too far away to see clearly, not to mention seeing it from a distance.

After entering the mountain, it is climbing the mountain. I thought it was easy to ride the Sichuan-Tibet line. But I forgot that I haven't ridden this inertia-entangled body for a long time.

The slope of Taihang Mountain is not too steep, uphill 12km. I didn't expect that this short distance of 12 km stumped me. Just 12 km, I rode very hard.

The 890-kilometer level road consumed almost all my physical strength, and I had little fighting spirit before going uphill. Ride for a while and have a rest. Fortunately, Yanango has been waiting for me and encouraging me from time to time.

I met several cyclists on the road, and they passed me one by one. I pedaled hard, thinking about some second-class cars. It's just that my pride in riding Sichuan and Tibet stopped me from pushing the cart.

I rode slowly bit by bit and finally reached the tunnel entrance. One kilometer away from the tunnel, the slope is the main part behind the tunnel.

I was sweating all over when I went uphill, and when the downhill wind blew, my goose bumps fell all over the floor. At least downhill, exciting race, looking for the final residence.

Finally, we lived in a farmhouse in Tantou Village. 30 yuan, including breakfast and dinner, is really affordable. When riding the Sichuan-Tibet line, it is usually around 30 yuan. If breakfast and dinner are included, you must arrive in 50 yuan.

I met two uncles on the way, and the four of us lived in the same room. When I first arrived here, my legs ached, I was soaked with sweat, shivering in the cool wind, and I was too tired to do anything.

Dinner was good, porridge, fried potatoes and cabbage. Home cooking, the taste of home cooking, I like it very much. It satisfies my appetite and warms my body. In the evening, I soaked my feet and lay in bed. We chatted for a while. Before nine o'clock, everyone went to bed. I used to sleep late and didn't feel sleepy, so I wrote a cycling diary.

Tell me about the scenery along the way. Last time I went to see the Yellow River with Ma Xinfeng. Today, I walked on the Yellow River. Walking on the Yellow River pontoon bridge, nothing was photographed because of the smog.

As soon as I entered Taihang Mountain, I was fascinated by a touch of yellow. It is a forest, and the yellow leaves are particularly charming in the bleak early winter. I almost thought it was the ginkgo tree of the school, but I didn't know it was poplar until I looked carefully.

Took some photos and climbed the slope. Turning a corner, I saw a bare mountain wall with red words written on it. Riding past, I can't help but stay. Not words, but leaves of several vines, forming an "irregular font" on the wall of Mount Tai. As for what is written, it must be the passionate belief that blooms in early winter. Let the bare mountain wall add a touch of charm. I simply fell in love with them and took many beautiful photos for them without scruple.

After climbing twelve miles uphill and crossing the tunnel, the village began to appear. The village hides in the depths of the mountains, pretending to be irrelevant and living its own life.

This village is a contradiction between the old and the new, and a combination of business and local feelings. There are dilapidated brick houses, modern buildings, rural customs, chatting between men and whispering among women, but there are also many hotels and farmhouses. The increase of tourists has quietly changed everything here.

I'm interested in those shabby brick houses, maybe nostalgia. Brick tile houses with mud walls that disappeared in my hometown reappear here. Some have been abandoned and are about to collapse, and some chimneys are still smoking white smoke, announcing that our host is busy living and preparing dinner for the family. I looked at them one by one, beyond the boundaries of the times and looked at each other. That shabby appearance actually puzzled a nostalgic person like me. But it was getting late and I was in a hurry, so I didn't leave many photos. When you are free tomorrow, you must photograph these old houses and keep them in my mind before they disappear.

I have to get up early tomorrow, so I go to bed early. I hope there won't be too much smog tomorrow to stop me from seeing the beautiful Taihang Mountain.

Fog and haze after 2017165438+10/Saturday 1 1 point.

When I came back from Xigou, Wang Yanan said to me, How was your trip? Do you feel it? You have to keep a diary when you go back!

Yeah! I have many feelings. How can I not remember them all?

Wang Yanan said to me, "I like living in the mountains best. When I wake up in the morning, I can see mountains, blue sky and sunshine. "

I quite agree with you. When I got up this morning, I could hear the whistling wind. Open the curtains. Oh, what a beautiful day. Yesterday's smog was completely blown away by the strong wind at night, and the scenery suddenly became clear. In such fine weather, you can enjoy Taihang Mountain.

After breakfast, the four of us set off for Wujiawan. Wujiawan, as its name implies, is a place with water. A small reservoir is located at the foot of the mountain. The strong wind in the morning blows the water surface and makes endless ripples. The mountain shadow has also changed its appearance in the ripples, which is a bit fragmented. An uncle, standing in the cold wind, happily fishing. The water is dark blue. I asked my uncle and said it was more than two meters deep. Wujiawan is only three or four kilometers from where we live. Unexpectedly, we crossed Henan and came to Shanxi on the way. The mobile phone also received a message similar to "Welcome to Jincheng, Shanxi". A short trip across two provinces is very interesting.

Back from Wujiawan, we rode very slowly. The eagle-eyed uncle found the "former site of Chen Geng headquarters". An old house with photos on the wall was briefly introduced. Three people interested in history immediately got off the bus and chatted while watching. Into the hut, it was a family, and an aunt was packing. At first, people still lived there, but it's all right. The best protection for a house is not to leave it idle, but to let people live there and let the house live.

A wall was erected in the middle of the yard, and a picture of Chen Geng was posted below. Behind the wall, a tall persimmon tree hangs in the yard. Wang Yanan told me that the prototype of Li Yunlong's boss in "Bright Sword" is Chen Geng. Two uncles are arguing about which of the top ten marshals is the best topic. What they say is what I can't find in history textbooks. I, a "college student", can only listen silently.

Not far away, we saw another "former site of the Eighth Route Army Rear Hospital". There is probably only one wall with photos. On the other side of the wall, there are six big characters: "Farming for the Revolution". Seeing so many red old sites, the two uncles were a little more excited in their words.

We walked in and a Jade Emperor Temple appeared in front of us. There are three stone tablets on both sides of the door, two of which are recognized by Uncle Qing, and the other is about the amount of donations. We pushed the door in and an old woman was cleaning the yard. There are several stone tablets in the gate.

"This is a monument of the Qing Dynasty. These four pieces will always be two souvenirs. " Grandma introduced us warmly.

"Aunt, you have to protect it. Don't let it go and lose. This is very valuable. " Uncle wearing sunglasses joked.

Walk into the main hall-Jade Emperor Hall. The jade emperor is located in the middle, magnificent. Next to them are some great immortals, King Tota, Lohan and so on.

"Now that I'm in, I can't say it without kowtowing." Wang Yanan said to me, stepped forward and kowtowed on the mat. Uncle wearing sunglasses came in, not only kowtowing, but also burning incense. He asked his grandmother for incense and went to burn incense and worship.

I hesitated to do it, but I was embarrassed to do it. Teaching in textbooks for a long time, a "good socialist youth" gives birth to inexplicable resistance and self-esteem, which makes me afraid to bow my head.

I have no religious belief, but I have no objection. On the contrary, I have a vague respect for Taoism and Buddhism, but I can't kneel down to pay homage. Uncle and Ya Nan, they do not hesitate to pay homage, perhaps it is the simple, ancient and primitive true belief of the people! On the other hand, I may be a textbook believer.

I came out and found a stone tablet on the right side of the main hall. It used to be a monument about the reconstruction of the Jade Emperor Temple. Coupled with the destruction of the war and the Cultural Revolution, the original Jade Emperor Temple has disappeared. Later, under the leadership of the village Committee, everyone raised funds to rebuild the Jade Emperor Temple.

From the initial belief, to the later feudal superstition, indiscriminate destruction, and finally spontaneous reconstruction, perhaps this is another return of faith, but in this destruction and reconstruction, how many spiritual things disappear with the destruction? I had no answers.

On the left side of the courtyard is the Town God Temple, and there is a small house next to the Town God Temple. I went to have a look, and the door number said "Office for the Prevention and Control of Mountain Flood Disaster in Pingdian Village". The door is closed, I wonder if it will work. The rear hospital of the People's Liberation Army is next to the Jade Emperor Temple, and the mountain flood prevention office of Pingdian Village is next to the Chenghuang Temple. This scene, can be said to be inexplicable irony? Or is it a compromise between folk consciousness and official consciousness? With my only knowledge, I left here, thinking.

Next, we are going to Xigou. The road to Xigou is difficult to walk, or that road is not suitable for bicycles at all. At first, it was ok. A wall-hung dirt road with a width of more than one meter is built on the edge of a cliff. ) You can also ride it. The road behind is getting worse. After crossing a river, there were big stones on the road, so we had to push the cart forward. Seeing Xigou is really a long journey.

In Xigou, there is more water and the mountain stream is always so clear. The mountain spring oozes from the mountain wall and flows happily to the ground. I can stand by and watch the water and the reflection of the distant mountains.

Wang Yanan told me, "There is nothing to see in Xigou now. It won't look good until winter. Once it freezes, there will be a large area of ice hanging. " I also showed you the photos I found online. It's really spectacular I have to sigh that I came at a bad time.

After 1, we began to return. I didn't intend to go back the same way. I plan to take the dirt road on the city wall, which is about ten kilometers long. The road is difficult, but the scenery is absolutely wonderful. But the smog suddenly spread all over the sky, and everything began to become hazy again. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not enjoyment. In order to save time, we retraced our steps.

The return trip was boring and painful. The tortoise climbs fast and runs fast. Clouds around the mountain wind, flying in the mountains, can't see anything clearly, giving people a dreamy and unreal feeling. The world seems to have disappeared, leaving me alone.

After going down the slope, I separated from my two uncles. We left each other contact information and agreed to play together next time. The biggest advantage of cycling is that while doing what you like, you can meet so many people with the same hobbies, chat and speculate, and you can ride together next time. After a long time, there will be more riders. One day, as long as someone puts forward an idea, everyone will respond and a group will start.

Wang Yanan and I had dinner at the foot of the mountain and started our return journey of about100km. It starts at 2: 30 pm and goes back to the dormitory around 9: 30 pm. After two days of high-intensity cycling, my thighs and buttocks hurt again, and the unpleasant smog made me uncomfortable. It's really hard to feel better on a gloomy day. Riding a horse, I had a rest and was tired all over. I went back to school.

Wang Yanan said:

"I won't ride this time after riding the car. Let's talk about it after the year. "

"Now that the car is off, maybe one day my heart will itch again, and I will definitely ride it."

"We are too tired to ride any more, but we will soon forget the pain, but we can't forget the beautiful scenery."

"Some people have never been to Taihang Mountain in their whole lives; Some people rode Taihang Mountain once and never came again. Some people want to go again. I have been there more than a dozen times. "

To sum up, riding is really tiring and bitter. It's purely for abuse, but we still want to find abuse. In the process of riding, the physical pain and suffering will disappear with the passage of time and eventually be forgotten. But the beautiful scenery and stories along the way will become more beautiful with the passage of time, and intoxicating memories will be brewing in my heart. Perhaps this is the most attractive place to ride a bike.