Huangjingshan old forest tourism

Climb over the snow-capped mountains

Look how many years have passed.

I'm still thinking

Send ten to Riggs Red Army.

hey

Years later

Autumn wind and drizzle.

hey

Who remembers?

That long road

The flowers bloom luxuriantly.

The color of blood is full of the brilliance of dreams.

That long road

A long song.

An immortal spark

Flashing in memory

? -Inscription "Ten Send to the Red Army"

When people reach middle age, they are no longer keen on TV. But there is a TV series that makes me sigh frequently and I can't help watching it again.

I can't help but think of a place that the Red Army passed by last summer vacation.

? It was very hot, and my friends invited me to visit Laolin and Vitex negundo in Gu Lin. This is a forest that has not been cut down for hundreds of years since the Qing Dynasty.

I have long heard that it has a cool climate and is a summer resort. When the car climbed the Panshan Highway and crossed the mountains, we had a rest at the observation deck marked Huangjing Laolin Scenic Area. We stood at the edge of the cliff fence and looked back at the way we came. Everything has become a narrow path at the foot of the mountain. In the distance, the mountains are listed, the sky is blue, and white clouds come out. We stood by the guardrail and took pictures, pointing out the distance with one hand. No wonder Li Bai likes to travel all his life. The higher he stands and the farther he looks, the more proud he will feel. "That's how I climbed to the top. I look at the world, and the great river is gone forever ".

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, so we can't draw, so we have to pick up our mobile phones and keep shooting, and other tourists are also on the side.

Here, I officially entered the Huangjing Old Forest Scenic Area.

Coming up the mountain, the temperature is obviously low. There are more and more trees on both sides of the road. The wind blew into the window, fresh and cool. We can't help but sigh: "Oh, it's finally cool!"

At noon, we set out from Gu Lin and arrived in Huangjing Town about two hours later. Find the farmhouse booked online and have a rest in town. The sun was not strong in the afternoon, so we strolled around the town. It is said that this remote town used to be poor. Since the development of the scenic spot, the government has been supporting it. Almost all the people who went out to work came back to build beautiful buildings and set up happy families. Every summer, business is booming.

This town is really beautiful. The farmhouse built by the villagers is like a villa, while the town is built in a ravine. The streams on the mountain converge and pass through the middle of the town, which is quite a bit of Lijiang. We like this bay stream very much, standing beside it, the water is gurgling, and the rocks are mostly brown and red, which can be clearly seen when lying at the bottom of the water. I asked the villagers if they could move crabs in this stream. They replied that this stream has only been treated for a long time, and it is still rare now, which is a bit disappointing, but I believe that there will be fish, shrimp and crabs in this bay stream in the near future.

This is really a small town suitable for vacation and leisure. After dinner, we walked along the road. There are many people walking in twos and threes on the road, all of them are so leisurely. In this small town far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the air is full of the smell of oxygen ions, and the tinkling sound in the mountains is constantly comfortable to listen to. We went to the car campsite, where the hut was built like a white tent, the trees behind it were green, the stream in front of the door was flowing, and there was a small bridge leading to the road. We can't help admiring that we should camp here.

That night, we rested on the farmhouse upstairs, relying on the sound of spring water in the mountains, just like camping in the forest.

The next day we went to the famous scenic spot, Bajie Cave with waterfalls. Others have written too much about the famous Bajie Cave. We took many beautiful scenery photos. After I came back, I wrote poems for those photos, but I always felt that my level was not enough to write their beauty. The most appropriate is Liang Chunhua's poem in Qing Dynasty:

Split eight holes and fly out of Chung Shan Man,

Wonton day edge, spring sounds a hundred mountains.

After ten years as a guest,

I have tasted all the dangers, and nothing is more leisurely than Lin He.

But after visiting Bajie Cave, I didn't know which scenic spot to visit the next day. We asked around and said that the scenery around the rock was ok, with high mountains and deep valleys and many steep peaks and waterfalls, but it was not developed.

So we stayed in Huangjing Town for the second night, got up early on the third day and went to Huanyan in high spirits.

The road around the rock is not very good, not that the road surface is in bad condition, but that the road is almost cut out on the mountain. The rocks are steep all the way, all the way to remind the front to be careful of landslides. My friend is a lady, so we slowed down to twenty or thirty yards and walked at snail's speed in the mountains, enjoying the scenery on the mountain by the way.

All the way is vast and desolate mountains, and there are dense ancient trees and valleys everywhere. Walking on the road, there is no mountain stream, only the sound of running water is endless. Birds sing in the deep stream, only to hear their voices, but not to see their shadows. The mountain is high and the road is dangerous, and the rocks are rugged. Our group stopped and drove, sighing from time to time about the grandeur of those mountains and the vastness of the forest.

But to our surprise, not far from the gate of Huanyan Scenic Area under construction, we saw a large piece of red sandstone with three big characters written on it-Hong Junshu. Each of these three standard running script Chinese characters seems to have exhausted its strength, trying to write a clank and iron bone, but it seems a little soft. I have seen many inscriptions, all with the names of calligraphers. Here, there are only three words, Hong Junshu, and there are no extra words. These extremely simple three words stood there quietly, as if silently telling that there was such a group of people at that time who had left a deep footprint here. This tall red stone should only belong to these three words, because it is a monument that they have worked hard to set up, and the red word is written by them with countless sweat. Today, we can stand in this beautiful valley and breathe this sweet and fresh air freely because they sacrificed their ideals for the ideals of the whole country. The author of this big stone really put his heart into it, instead of leaving a sum of money for fear that others would not know that he wrote the words, like inscriptions in other places.

It is such a scenery that is worth staying, but it is not known to us in advance. Those tourists who have been to Huanyan to guide us to visit Huanyan did not tell us that there was such a stop along the way, and we could not help sighing. Our life today is so beautiful that we can't see the magnificent mountains and rivers and swim in the famous mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, many people may have forgotten the phrase "the mountains and rivers are so beautiful", but it was won by "countless heroes competing to bend their backs".

We stopped and walked to the bottom of the stone. A small monument was set up next to the stone, describing that the First Army Corps of the Central Red Army passed through Chishui after the meeting. At that time, it snowed heavily and the climate was extremely cold, but the Red Army did nothing in autumn. They either live in the Rocky Mountains or camp on the edge of the forest. This Hongjun tree is where they used to rest.

We stood under the tree and looked up at the big tree. It looked like a camphor tree. It is luxuriant in foliage and stronger than an umbrella. While stroking its stem, I looked at the inscription next to it and imagined how the hungry and cold Red Army soldiers shuttled between such forests and mountains without today's traffic conditions, thus constantly dealing with the enemies in the mountains. For people now, it is really beyond imagination. When we were playing in a small town, we heard that Huang Jing Lao Lin still entered winter early today. It snows every winter, and the roads are frozen, which makes it inconvenient to travel. In winter, tourists are very scarce.

I can't help thinking of many scenes in that TV play.

Only those who have a sense of justice will have this fearless spirit of sacrifice.

With dreams, they will be fearless of all difficulties and hardships. All the sufferings are really nothing in their eyes, because they deeply feel how their sufferings can be compared with those of the whole nation.

From ancient times to the present, the sadness of parting is the pain buried deep in the hearts of people with lofty ideals.

Looking back at the history of China, our history is a history of constant struggle with nature and foreign enemies. In the meantime, there will always be some people who shed their blood for the nation and the country, from "doing their best" to "dying" and even "killing Xia Han Ming and future generations" ... Numerous pioneers paved the way for the prosperity and civilization of the Chinese nation today.

They are the backbone of our country.

Nowadays, with the increasingly rich material life, the rapid development of science and technology, and the gradual westernization of people's thoughts, history once seemed to exist only in books. Who still loves who? Who still remembers those people who have no regrets in this land and devoted their efforts to the belief of productism?

Such a high mountain, such a dense forest, they rely on the righteousness and firm belief in their hearts to walk through it like a hundred miles a day. They used to take a nap and rest under this tree. They also dug a stove and buried a pot under this tree. They used to scoop water for cooking in a nearby stream. I think they must be looking for wild fruits, digging wild vegetables and catching small fish in this forest. They lit the smoke of the forest here, and they also planted the seeds of fighting against the times in the hearts of people in this mountain.

I never thought I could walk to such a place where the Red Army had set foot. In the past, I just outlined their footprints on the map of history books. Now I am walking around under this tree, stepping on the mark of history, and my heart is stirring secretly. Always trying to find some traces left by them. I can't help wandering back and forth between the abbots. We can't find anything except the inscription.

So, move on disappointedly. The car drove along the valley and around the mountain. The farther we go, the more timid we become. On the way dug out halfway up the mountain, rocks rolled down from time to time. In summer, there are too many hints of falling rocks all the way. Going up the mountain, and then looking down at the road when we came, we all went round and round at the foot of the mountain. Looking ahead, we saw the cliff, and it rained from time to time in the mountains in summer. We are afraid that the road ahead will collapse and there is no man to accompany us. Our hearts are a little empty. Let's just abandon the car and walk along the highway. The mountain wind blew all the way, and it was cool and there was no heat at all. In the jungle on both sides of the road, birds from other places seem to gather here for the summer. Birds that disappear in the city in summer can be seen everywhere, and their voices are euphemistic and melodious. Their voices are the real sounds of nature, and they feel comfortable again, as if spring came against the time sequence and stayed here for a long time.

We stood on the side of the road and there were beautiful scenery everywhere. The blue sky is deep, and white clouds come and go, drifting over the mountains. From time to time, we see the rock smoke rising slowly in the mountains, and the clouds are like fog, or they are caged halfway up the mountain or out of the valley, and we can't tell whether it is clouds or smoke. In the meantime, the color of jade is vague and hazy, just like a touch of ink on the mountains and rivers. The beautiful scenery is intoxicating, no matter when the destination ahead arrives. Friends of my peers were busy making videos and envied their friends, but I had no friends to share, so I turned on the recording and recorded the songs of birds in this mountain forest and the sound of running water in the valley, but my son insisted on making trouble. Just as I was addicted to it, he suddenly gave a strange cry, so we continued to laugh.

But we didn't keep walking. The local villagers opposite Lu Yu took the initiative to tell us to move forward boldly. There was no landslide ahead, so we turned around and continued to drive.

At noon, we arrived at the scenic spots around the rock. There are few tourists. At the right time, we can enjoy those strange peaks, valleys and waterfalls alone.

Along the stone steps in the bamboo forest, a bay stream winds down from the valley, during which red stones washed by mountain torrents accumulate in the stream, covering the bottom of the stream with a thin layer of red sand, and the vegetation on both sides is staggered, faintly showing the surge of mountain torrents. We are lucky that the flood has passed and the stream has become warm and gentle again. I couldn't help diving into the water and turning over a few small stones to see if there were any crabs and shrimps hidden, but obviously the mountain torrents had swept everything away.

After crossing the stream and taking a few steps, I walked on a plank road artificially dug halfway up the mountain. Only one or two people can walk side by side, with rocks on their heads and sometimes they have to bow their heads. From time to time, water drops on the rocks, like a light rain.

Walking to the middle of the plank road, I saw a high waterfall spewing out between two steep peaks. It happened that it didn't rain these days, and the current was very small. Even so, even hundreds of meters apart, we can still hear the splash of running water, and the water pours down from a height. From a distance, it looks like a crystal curtain hanging between two mountains, white and glittering. The peaks on both sides are a Danxia landform, and the whole mountain wall is red. Occasionally, miscellaneous trees grow tenaciously on the cracks, which adds a touch of green to that piece of red and makes the viewer feel the power of life.

We keep taking pictures from different angles, and no matter how we take them, they are beautiful. White clouds on the top of the mountain, blue sky, lush forests, red rock walls, and a huge ink painting Danqing appear in the fundus.

We looked from the plank road, and the whole valley seemed to be empty and silent except for the sound of water and the singing of birds. This world is too beautiful, too quiet, too quiet, and it is really a paradise for practitioners.

But we have to say goodbye and leave. After all, we are not from this mountain forest. Even if we yearn for it, staying here for a long time may be another scene. Just keep these beautiful scenery in mind and treat it as a paradise in your dreams.