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I know such a place in the tweet of "learning ability": Shan Wangping. What kind of flat land can have such a domineering name?

It snows heavily in this season, and the weather forecast is a rare good weather! We went to Nanchuan to visit King Ping.

Starting from the downtown area of Chongqing, the mountains are foggy and the trees are swaying.

Halfway up the mountain, a tortuous driving route appeared on the map of Gaode. This pattern is completely a tail-cutting dance of bees in the air. Without a few tricks, it is impossible to bypass this winding Panshan Road.

This road to the throne was awe-inspiring at first.

When I first climbed to the top of the mountain, a pine forest with a fluffy cloak flashed around the corner. There are dense shade trees everywhere, and the branches are invincible, forming an inverted spindle shape, one next to the other, much like rows of flapping parrots, politely calling "welcome, welcome".

Entering the scenic spot, patches of Metasequoia glyptostroboides stand tall and upright, neatly arranged in a phalanx of soldiers, dressed beautifully, marching neatly, and welcoming your review with a heroic attitude.

I was moved by this beautiful battle at once, and ran to the Woods to touch his smooth works, looked up at his nose, circled around his nose, and held his waist to take pictures.

Straight trunk, with only a little leaves falling from the top, immediately surges like golden wings floating in the blue sky after a gust of wind; Also like a group of thin shirts of Tai Chi people, they move slowly with soft steps; More like a wisp of soul floating in autumn, hovering at the top of the tree, unwilling to leave.

It was a bright morning. There were not many tourists, but there were many photographers with SLR. They bow or squat, catching the dim light and shadow in the forest.

If you sit in a daze in the Woods with your chin propped up at the moment, you may become the beautiful protagonist in the camera.

Time is so quiet and peaceful, and everything seems so peaceful and beautiful.

Thousands of acres of forest in Fiona Fang are divided into yellow and green by a straight and winding road. The yellow one is Metasequoia glyptostroboides and the green one is Cryptomeria fortunei. People are put in it, as small as ants.

We walked on the road covered with fallen leaves of Cryptomeria fortunei, just like stepping on a clean and comfortable carpet, with clear steps. We didn't meet the most beautiful season of Metasequoia glyptostroboides, but we can walk on a quiet path and step on thick needles, which makes us more ethereal and freer.

Just imagine, a few decades ago, it was still a barren mountain of rocky desertification, desolate, cold and empty.

One day, a man appeared on the high ridge, and he was the only one in the vast space.

He looks at the mountains with his left eye and the water with his right eye. How the shadows of trees cover the mountains, how clouds and birds wander here, and a huge forest picture unfolds slowly in his mind, so there is an Oracle about mountains and rivers, so people flock to carry saplings and take shovels and start the huge project of artificial afforestation.

We walked along the forest path and listened attentively. In a trance, there was the sound of digging in the valley, the sound of sweat dripping into the soil, and the sound of seedlings jointing.

At the end of the Chinese fir forest is the Shilin Scenic Area. On the stone steps by the roadside sat a young man of fifteen or sixteen, with heavy eyebrows and eyes, playing with his mobile phone. A large thermos bucket of baked rice with potatoes, a pot of fried dried vegetables with green peppers, a bowl of pickles and a stack of convenient bowls.

Every 10 yuan. Help yourself to guests in need. Help yourself to add meals and vegetables. I said, "young man, why don't you go to the square in front and sell it?" There are many people there. "He grinned and answered me, looking at the phone intently.

I don't know why he is so obsessed. It can be seen from the frequency that he is not playing games. Maybe it's an e-book How nice it is to read in a place like this.

Out of the gate of the scenic spot, a middle-aged man with dark skin and blushing cheeks is spreading the newly picked kiwifruit on the snakeskin pocket. "Eldest brother, is this pear planted in your family?" "No, it's wild!" "That you don't have to spend money. Cheaper. " "Elder sister, the wild is free.

But wild peaches are naughty, climb high, like to drill cages, and are not easy to pick. "He paused and turned the fruit in his hand. What rough hands, like the bark of Cryptomeria fortunei and the crack of Pinus tabulaeformis.

These hands, climbing rocks, branches, pulling thorns and hanging vines, are a little stiff, and they can quickly and flexibly pick out the big ones. The big one is five yuan a catty, and the small one is ten yuan a catty. This price, every penny is created by these hands, how can you say that you don't need capital! This is a lot of money, twisted bones and muscles, blood oozing out! I smiled shyly in an instant and helped him pick out a big bag.

Wang Ping, a quiet mountain and a comfortable flat, some industrious and simple people are happy to meet you in the warm winter sun, and wish you more and more prosperity on the road to becoming a powerful country. (Provided by Xiao Chunyan)