Essay on returning home at night in the snow in Qinling Mountains

One day in the spring of March that year, I finished my work in Xunyangba, ningshan county, and the next morning I took a medium-sized van and drove back from National Highway 2 10. Get on the bus at nine o'clock in the morning, and I guess I can go home at five or six in the afternoon.

The shuttle bus runs all the way on the national highway. I look at the scenery outside the window from time to time. The vegetation on that mountain has not fully germinated, and there is still a trace of green in the dead leaves. Only the green forest formed by pines and cypresses shows the scenery of this green mountain. The trees on the roadside quickly receded, as if to bid farewell to the passengers on the bus. At noon, the bus stopped at Huo Guang Street Town. After getting off to eat or go to the convenience, the passengers on the bus continue to take the Mercedes-Benz bus. The car is on the road, which can be regarded as a spring breeze and smooth sailing. Probably when the bus was still driving in Ningshan, I don't know who said it seemed to snow outside, and no one noticed it. I looked at the blue sky and white clouds overhead and wondered where there would be snow. Maybe it's floating clouds! The shuttle bus twists and turns on the national highway, climbing mountains and mountains. The rays of the sun shone from the top of the mountain and then hid in the top of the mountain. From time to time, my eyes looked at the strange rocks and jungle cliffs outside the window, and I couldn't help thinking and thinking.

The bus was running, but I don't know when it really started to snow outside the window, and the' dark clouds' on the top of the mountain gradually increased. I think it was just blue sky and white clouds. Why did the snow suddenly float? The weather in this mountain is changeable! Seeing more and more snowflakes, the wind seems crazy. The shuttle bus runs on Panshan Highway. Looking down from the window, expressway is like a white belt fluttering around the valley, and the vehicles below are like little turtles crawling on the white belt. Before the bus climbed to the top of the mountain, it was covered with dark clouds and threatened to flood the city. Outside the window, I saw the pine trees in the ravine covered with snow, and the dark clouds rolled on the hills, as if the black dragon were rolling. I suddenly remembered the natural scene of "3 million jade dragons flying all over the sky after the war" and felt the wonder of "3 million jade dragons flying and stirring the cold on Sunday". I thought the Tang Priest and his disciples had met some monsters! On the expressway, the snow rolled up layer by layer and went straight to the window. The temperature inside the car was much colder. Everyone quickly closed the window, put on sweaters and looked out of the window from time to time. As the car walked, the wind blew harder and harder, and the thick wind came against my face with snowflakes, as if to push the car down and the car struggled in the wind. At this time, the front and rear vehicles crowded to the side of the road, saying that there was a traffic jam ahead and the road could not be opened. At this time, it was too dark, I couldn't see my fingers, and the lights on the road were swaying. Some drivers looked at the wrong day and turned around quickly. The shuttle bus we took was also caught in the middle and could not move forward. Like other passengers, I got off and took a look. As soon as the foot touches the ground, the snow on the road surface is thicker than the foot surface. Under the light, I vaguely saw the words "Yangtze River and Yellow River System" written on the stone wall by the roadside. This is the north-south dividing line of China! At this time, I saw the villagers nearby, holding snow chains, drinking back and forth on the roadside. There are no vehicles with snow chains, so they have to pay higher prices for villagers to install snow chains. At this time, the driver of our shuttle bus has installed a snow chain, and he often runs this line, so he has already made psychological preparations. At this time, I only heard the villagers shouting, who wants to live? There is a house here! Some villagers are shouting, the snow at the northern foot of Qinling Mountain closes the mountain, you can't leave, don't take the opportunity to find a farmhouse! Other passengers and I felt cold all over, so we got on the bus and asked the driver, "Are we going?" The driver said, "If you don't leave, you can stay here for one night. I don't know what the weather will be like tomorrow. "

Seeing the driver waiting for everyone to sit down, he started to start the bus, bypassed the vehicle in front and drove slowly forward. I know, if you drive further, it should be all the way downhill. There is a cliff on one side and an abyss on the other. The road is covered with heavy snow, and it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between the roadside and the deep valley. The wind and snow that comes against us are like dense white clouds or thousands of arrows, and the light of the car lights can only illuminate a distance of one or two meters, which is simply walking on the edge of death. In order to see the road clearly, the driver asked the conductor to open the door and help find the way with a flashlight. Although the light of that flashlight is very weak, it may have some effect. Report to the driver as soon as something happens. But the snow suddenly jumped in through the open door and froze the passengers inside. Everyone can't help rubbing their hands and stamping their feet. The driver said, "Stop stomping, or you will die!" " Yes, the most important thing now is the driver's high attention. A car full of people's lives are in the hands of the driver, which is no joke! The passengers on the bus were very nervous, and several women with faith kept drawing crosses on their chests, praying for God's blessing.

The bus stops, stops, stops. Walking slowly in the snow, I don't know how many ridges I have climbed, but the snow chain will always make a thumping sound. The driver gets off from time to time to watch, and sometimes lets everyone get off and jump around the car. There are few vehicles on the road, the snow closes the mountain, there are no cars going up the mountain, and there are few cars going down the mountain. Although the car was cold enough, everyone dared not complain at all.

The bus finally arrived at Fengyukou, and the snow seemed to be much smaller, with only a little remnant snow and a pit of water on the road. The driver stopped the car under a street lamp, and we jumped down to keep warm, rubbing our numb hands. I saw the driver unload the snow chains, and everyone got on the bus again, so they easily rushed all the way to the southern suburbs of Xi' an. They got off the bus and looked at the time. It's already five o'clock in the morning. There are no traces of snow on both sides of the road, only large and small puddles, as if it had just rained, but the whole body feels the warmth of spring.

Looking back now, I'm a little scared, but today I don't have to take that winding mountain road anymore. They are all gentle and authentic. There is no pleasure of climbing mountains and mountains, and you can't see the scenery of the past.