Weather forecast of Qilin Dongshan

I didn't know that the mountain we climbed was called Qilin Mountain until I walked all the way. I stubbornly believe that developers should change this name after being arty.

Because this boulder engraved with "Qilin Mountain" stands next to the expansion base at the entrance of the village. Brand-new.

This mountain is located diagonally opposite the East Taihang Scenic Area, with deep cliffs, ancient trees and stone houses and simple folk customs. It does not have the noble appearance and quality of a rare animal, Kirin.

I was surprised to bypass an unfinished building on the edge of the village. In such a ravine, it is not easy for villagers to have enough food and clothing, and it is even more strange to go upstairs. How could they give up halfway and ruin a year? There must be an intriguing story behind this unfinished building.

We walked up a hill, and the road up the hill was obviously carefully repaired by the villagers, and the stone steps were neat and orderly.

If the theme of the mountain we climbed last week was listening to birds, then the theme of the mountain we climbed this week was smelling flowers.

You see, Spiraea is dotted with delicate and charming, like elegant brocade scattered in the mountains, shining brightly. Small flowers are sparse, yellow and dense, clean and elegant, spreading among green trees and green mountains like romantic poems, fresh and colorful. The main branch here is Cotinus coggygria in red mist, and the main branch there is fragrant lilacs. A pinch here is a little red zinnia, and there is a Chinese Pulsatilla as big as a jujube. There are also salvia miltiorrhiza with purple flowers and thorn plum with yellow flowers …

"Winning the day to find fragrance in Surabaya, the boundless scenery is new at the moment. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Spring is gone, and it is still full of spring.

Those weak lives, though ordinary, are brilliant, and those weak flowers, whose flowering period is short, are eternal.

Where the flowers are, the camera is there; Where the camera is, happy people are there. Everyone was talking and laughing, taking pictures and directing, and they were very busy.

You see, there is a plank road in the East Taihang, a suspension bridge in the North Wudang, Peking Opera faces painted on the ground, and the fingers of mountain gods standing on the top of the mountain.

Hey, why can't you see a worse gate in Qibugou? Which ridge is he hiding behind?

Keep walking, you can't get through, there is a cliff ahead.

If you can't get through, go around. Take a detour, it's bright again.

We took a few steps back, from a very hidden path down to the pass below.

Dangerous peaks stand on both sides, and huge stones are rugged. Nature warns us angrily: it is awe-inspiring and insurmountable here.

Then go down, from the left to the cliff root, go south along the cliff root, and walk out of 100 meters, which is another cliff.

Further down from the left, I came to an abandoned village. There are several families in the village, and the roofs of most stone houses have collapsed, and a stone wall is lying in the grass, cold and desolate. It is in sharp contrast with the lush trees and the euphemistic birds singing around.

Presumably a few years ago, there were flocks of chickens and sheep here, singing birds and flowers. The owner of the house lives a stable life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Although he is not rich, he is quiet. Although he is not busy, he is also familiar with his friends. What kind of calm attitude should the host have in order to make up his mind to spend his life here.

It's cloudy, thick clouds cover the distant mountains, and it's going to rain.

We packed our things and found the way down the mountain.

Where there is a house, there is a road. A group of people walked along the ditch for a while. The trees in the ditch grew stagger, and the stones in the ditch were at sixes and sevens, with no regularity and no traces of human activities.

You shouldn't. If this ditch could reach the foot of the mountain, the villagers would have built it into a highway. This road is definitely impassable. We turned back to the mountainside and searched for a long time before finding an extremely inconspicuous crosscut road.

Say it's the road, praise it, say it's not the road, be wronged. No one has been here for a long time, and the grass stuck to the ground has fallen down, which shows that the last activity was a long time ago.

Push the fallen branches, bow, bend, bend your knees, squat, sideways, and drill. We try to identify the direction of the road and move forward carefully, slowly and orderly.

It's dark, the sky seems to have drawn thick curtains, and everything around it has become dim and dim. Suddenly, a white light came on, followed by a loud thunder and a scratching rain. Before we took out the poncho, the raindrops turned into hail and the fallen leaves jingled. Hail hits the leaves, then rolls down and slides under your feet.

Looking at the hail on the slope, we are a little worried and a little excited.

What a surprise. Yesterday's weather forecast said that there would be thunderstorms in the mountains today. It seems that God is still very reliable.

Less than half a cup of tea, the hail stopped, the rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Everyone is relieved. It turns out that the so-called thunderstorm means between the lines: there are several thunders, it rains for a while, and then the clouds dissipate on the spot, and whoever goes back and forth should do whatever he wants.

Along the path, we bypassed another hill, and at the end of the path was a ditch.

The way down the mountain is obvious. We walked out of the mountain along this ditch. On the big stone outside the mountain pass, three big red characters are engraved impressively: Qilin Mountain.