[Article 33 Juan Lan] Climb Wugong Mountain at night.

Before I was thirty-six, I never thought that one day I would visit any mountain at night;

After thirty-six, I will never try to climb mountains at night again.

I have never been an adventurer in my life. This trip, when I left, had a new experience in my life record, which was memorable enough.

How many times have you been to Mingyue Mountain in Yichun and how many times have you had the urge to go to Wugong Mountain in Pingxiang? It is said that Mingyue Mountain and Wugong Mountain are a mountain range, and the natural scenery admired by sheep and lions on Mingyue Mountain attracts people who have been there to witness the beautiful scenery of Wugong Mountain again.

At noon on Saturday, I drove to Wugong Mountain with my classmates and my family on impulse. I arrived at the foot of the mountain at a quarter to five. I thought I could catch the last train of the cable car, but I was still late. When I was looking for parking, I met a local "guide" (when I was traveling in Yangshuo, it was also a local guide who took us to play once or twice, which was much more affordable than taking the mass route, and we had a good time, so we trusted it) and spent twenty yuan to take us to the "Hongyan Valley", but because of the weather, stones often fell and the intersection was closed. Call the "tour guide" quickly. He took us to the foot of another mountain and said that this is the route that donkey friends often take. It takes three or four hours to climb our destination "Guanyin Dang" and four or five hours to walk through the gate of the scenic spot. No matter how you go, you have to go by night.

My husband and I had a quarrel before getting off the bus. I think this man is a stranger, crawling at night. It's safer to walk through the gate. However, he should stick to the line of friends, experience and challenge. Just when the argument was fruitless, I saw four young people who looked like college students preparing to take this route to climb the mountain. I gave up my insistence and got off the bus.

I looked at my mobile phone and started to enter the mountain at 17: 40. Everything is unknown. In less than two hours, it will be dark, and the remaining two hours will definitely travel in the dark. "Will there be snakes in the mountains?" "Will there be tigers?" After entering the mountain, the road is either a puddle or a pit. The width of this road is less than 50 cm. It is an extravagant hope to set foot on a flat mountain road. We had a few more breaks before dark.

? Around 7: 30, the blue sky and white clouds overhead have been replaced by darkness. With the flashlight of the mobile phone and the indicator belt tied by the donkey friend to the tree, we bowed our heads and hurried forward. At this moment, tigers, snakes and ghosts have no time to be afraid, just want to get to their destination early. ?

Guess all the way, running all the way, disappointed again and again, hoping to be reborn again and again, looking for the indicator belt in the dark and moving forward in disappointment. The sound of shallow mountain springs in the distance makes us fantasize about singing and dancing from the peak music festival; The lights in the distance of the mountain are scattered, and we mistakenly think it is the lights of the destination ... When others say that I can't climb, I dare not say that I am tired, just say, OK, keep cheering! My husband leads the way at the front of the team with his classmates and daughters, and my son walks at the back of the team to guard us.

Slow down, it's a little slippery here. Be careful, there's water here. We'll be on the desperate slope in an hour!

After three hours' trekking, our party temporarily reached the "desperate slope" at the midpoint station. A stone tablet engraved with the words "Despair Slope" and a small house with only 30 to 40 square meters stand in the middle of the grassland. Stone tablets accompany wooden houses, making the grassland more desolate. The sweat stains are still wet, but they have been blown by the wind from all directions. Put on the coat and down jacket prepared in the backpack to keep out the cold. Chatting with the owner of the wooden house, I learned that it would take two hours to climb to the end of Guanyin.

After a short rest, at 8: 45, we started the night climb of the second journey. The owner of the cabin says the road is not easy. Wish us luck. We think, no matter how hard it is to walk, it won't be worse than the previous three hours of mountain roads, right?

The slope of despair, whose name is this, really makes people want to stop. The real despair is not the mountain road in the first three hours, but the mountains and mountains in the next three hours.

A group of people trotted off like chicken blood. The mountains are a little high, and the roads are a little steep, basically with a slope of 40-50 degrees. On the way up the mountain, I met two tourists who turned back to the "desperate slope". I wanted to take pictures with my professional camera, but because it was too difficult to walk and the wind was too strong, I went back the same way.

For nearly an hour, even the two mountains were paved with gravel roads. We walked carefully, while climbing the mountain, our classmate's daughter's hand was bleeding on the ground. We all feel sleepy and tired. We were about to reach the top of a mountain when we heard real music in the distance, and everyone climbed to the top of the mountain excitedly. The destination is the opposite mountain, but there are one, two, three and four mountains before our eyes. The question of how to get there and how long it will take makes us look at each other. The wind on the top of the mountain is blowing hard, as if the slightest instability of the center of gravity would blow us down. I held my son tightly and contacted my colleagues on the opposite hill to determine the location. The cell phone signal is intermittent, and there is no one else nearby, only the light of one or two flashlights coming from a distance, and they are also passers-by on the road. Nobody knows how to get there. It's already half past nine. Night and strong wind have completely enveloped us, and we can't find the way left by our donkey friends. At that moment, we were really desperate.

The whistling wind is blowing wantonly, and the grass on the grassland is shaking without rhythm. It was dark all around, only scattered stars in the sky looked at us at the top of the mountain. At this moment, I think of the scene in the novel The Ferryman where Tristan leads Dylan across the wasteland. Numerous demons will appear in the darkness, hovering over the soul and ferryman. The ferryman must fight the devil to bring his soul into the safe cabin ... This association has appeared more than once, and I dare not look behind me, as if at first sight, such a devil would appear, which immediately stopped this association.

Husband calmly walked around the top of the mountain several times and found a way out in the haystack. Along the trail, we started the cycle of downhill and mountaineering again. After half an hour, I looked up at the distance and saw how the shiny stage at the terminal was getting farther and farther away from us. There seems to be a villa near us, so we gave up the terminal and lived in the villa.

This small mountain villa was built by some model houses. At that time, it was past ten o'clock, most people were asleep, and a tourist was sitting at the door drinking alone. He told us that there was no house, and tents and houses for the tent festival were particularly popular and had been booked long ago. Disappointed again, I had to spend the night next to the eaves. The tourist reconfirmed where we were going and told us the route with his strong flashlight. Three Lamps District on the mountain is our route. We must start as soon as possible. If it's too late, the light will be turned off, and we won't have the coordinates, and it won't be long. The finish line will arrive in more than an hour. His words gave us a hundred times confidence, and we set off happily again.

? There will be a way in the end, and there will be another village.

We don't want to give up and have no time to think about bad things. God bless, the weather that night was also very good, except for the bad wind, there was no rain. In this way, we climbed for more than 20 minutes, arrived at the first place and moved on. The second place was a small mountain villa. The owner of the villa once again gave us confidence that we could reach our destination in about forty minutes. ?

All the fatigue was swept away before dawn, and we accelerated along the mountains. We can also see the indicator tape tied by the donkey friend to the branch. 1 1 45, magnificent tents appeared in front of us, and rows of tents stood on the mountain. I didn't have time to feel sorry, so I contacted my colleagues and got into the tent to sleep. At 4: 00 or 5: 00 the next morning, noisy voices woke us up from our tired dreams and climbed a hill to watch the sunrise.

? I am pleased with my son's performance. On this trip, I feel that he has really grown up. At night, he didn't complain at all, didn't make him tired, or stayed at the back of the line silently, or discussed with his husband how to get there.

Before we went, Wugong Mountain in the circle of friends was a green grassland with a blue sky. We didn't see those picturesque natural landscapes. If we arrive at the scenic spot in clear Wan Li, we will not have the courage to experience the six hours full of hope and disappointment.

When I was 36, I was crazy when I was 16. This is a topic worth talking about for the rest of my life. Maybe it will be so passionate to recall after many years!