Pingshan Lake Grand Canyon in Zhangye, Gansu Province —— Double Exploration of Landscape and Self

On the second day in Zhangye, I went to Pingshan Lake Grand Canyon Scenic Area. This scenic spot has just been opened to the public for a few days. In the hotel, I saw the tickets of scenic spots posted by the donkey friends who had been there in the lobby. From the photos, the landscape is more spectacular than the two Danxia of the previous day, so I can't help but set out to explore.

It took me nearly an hour by bus from the city. I got off the bus before I reached the intersection of Kan Moun, and the car continued to drive to Inner Mongolia.

My aunt and I got off the bus and walked to the gate of Pingshan Lake Grand Canyon Scenic Area. It was very hot at that time. She walked in front of me with an umbrella. We walked for nearly ten minutes before we walked to the gate of the scenic spot and bought tickets at the gate. Full fare 100 yuan.

There are no other tourists here. This place is empty and uninhabited. When I get in, I'll wait for sightseeing bus at the door. My aunt who came with me and a sightseeing bus driver in the scenic spot are old friends. There were only two tourists, so the driver took us into the scenic spot in a small SUV.

The scenic spot is bigger and more open. Compared with the two Danxia scenic spots I saw the day before, the terrain is rugged and steep. Looking out from the car, it was all scarlet sand, dotted with some short grass and dotted with a little green in the scarlet sea.

On the way to the observation deck, from time to time one or two people will come down from the mountain with cattle and sheep. According to the driver, they are locals living in the mountains.

When we arrived at the observation deck, the driver of sightseeing bus took us around, stood on the observation deck repaired in the scenic spot and looked around. LAM Raymond, full of ups and downs, stands in the sky like a mirage, majestic, like the underwater world hundreds of millions of years ago.

Nature uses wind, frost, rain and snow as a pen, and excels in nature. In the long river of time, it carves out layers of peaks, lifelike towers, birds and beasts, magical palaces and other masterpieces, which are silent under the sky.

We can't help taking pictures with our mobile phones. Every photo is a masterpiece. The driver in sightseeing bus told us seriously that if the pixel of the mobile phone is not good, don't take it. If it spreads, it will destroy the image of our scenic spot.

There are few people in the scenic spot, and occasionally a few workers are working. After sightseeing bus's driver left, my aunt and I followed the sign and went in.

The deeper we go, the steeper the road becomes. Many steps between canyons can only accommodate one person, and the slope is almost 180 degrees. We carefully held the ladder guardrail with both hands and walked down step by step.

Being in a deep canyon, with the sky overhead, is more like stepping into the vast river of eternity, listening to the surging pulse of time. Touching the jagged rocks with both hands seems to be connected with the magical power of the creator at the beginning of everything. My feet go deeper and deeper involuntarily. Labyrinth ravines and steep peaks strongly attract my desire to explore.

When a person climbs the vertical ladder, a strong desire to challenge and a strong fear coexist. By the time I realized it, I had finished half of the first part. I only feel a dead silence hanging over me, hanging over the space between heaven and earth, hanging over the deep valley. At that moment, I seemed to see the boundary between my courage and physical strength, but a clear voice in my mind was to challenge this limit.

Finally, at the end of the first quarter, I thought I would climb up like this, but I thought it might be more tiring to climb up. I stopped the challenge, didn't continue to go down, had a rest, ate a piece of chocolate in my bag, and climbed up the same way. I rested on the iron ladder railing two or three times when I climbed up. When I finally climbed to the top, the whole person took a big step forward and knelt on the ground and began to cry, not because of sadness and pain.

After leaving the ladder, I hurried out the same way, returned to the observation deck when we came, and met my aunt who arrived early (she didn't climb the ladder), waiting for the driver in sightseeing bus to pick us up and leave.

Along the way, the driver in sightseeing bus also picked up an uncle who sold mineral water and cakes in the scenic spot. He gave my aunt and me a piece of cake to eat. We chatted in the car and learned that this uncle is the father of the person in charge of the scenic spot. He usually sells water on the sightseeing platform and helps his son do some chores.

I drove back to the gate of the scenic spot and waited for a while with my aunt in the driver's lounge in sightseeing bus. When the bus back to the city passed by, we went back by car together.

After a lapse of more than a year, I turned out these photos taken at that time to write a manuscript and relived what I saw and heard that day countless times. My heart is surging, as if I were back there, crossing mountains and valleys and through vicissitudes of life.