Cross the Gyubong Mountains

This week, I think about going to Guifeng Mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info because, its height used to be what I looked up to.

The locals of Guifeng Mountain are called Jianshan, and I came here a year ago. At that time, my physical fitness was the same as it is now. At that time, after descending the mountain, I deliberately got off the station and looked back on the mountain road. The four of us exclaimed at the same time as we looked out at the sunset: Is that the Jianshan we just climbed? So high! We are amazing!

Today I went to Mt. Gyubong again, except for the stuffy weather that made me uncomfortable, the process of reaching the summit was very easy. When I stand at the top of the pole that once made me proud, I feel that it seems to be low after a year of wind and rain, or this height has made me no longer excited.

Maybe it's because recently I reached the top of the ice crystals I longed for, and I also saw the most beautiful meadows in the Qinling Mountains. These two are the best in my heart, so I can't look down on other places. Hehe!

But there are windfalls. Last time we went back the same way, this time we parked in the village next to the road out of the mountain, and then took a taxi up the mountain from Taipingyu.

As we cross down the mountain, see Asia's first granite Tiansheng Bridge. Looking up at such a high sea (1100m), such a long span (50m), and the thickness of the bridge is not more than 2m, the natural bridge makes a group of physics students speechless for a while. The natural bridge in such a state is so mysterious!

After descending the mountain, I saw the wheat being harvested, as well as the ripe rape. I haven't seen wheat being harvested for more than a decade. Standing on the ground, I remembered the scene of helping the villagers pick up the ears of wheat in the harvesting field one year when I was a child, and I went to the field to help the villagers pick up the ears of wheat. I just picked up a little bit and my back hurt so much that I couldn't bend down.

Hehe, I'm not that little girl today, I'm taller.

And the chest-high and ripe rape reminds me of the fertile land of my hometown, where the spirit of the rape grows like a small tree. This year, when the rape flowers were full of gold, under the sunset, my classmates and I wandered in the sea of flowers and read books.

I was fifteen years old......

2011－05－28;