Castle all the way to the Nomura - through the large village Ping

 Castle all the way to the Nomura - through the large village Ping

originally intended to rape Hanyin see the result bad weather, it began to rain, seeing can not go out, looking at the Xixi Lili of the spring in a daze, was depressed plague, instead of a thought, but also had this rare spring rain washed the city had long been shrouded in dark gray, bathed in dry land, but also the season of rain, the blink of an eye that is clear and bright , do not rain, how clear and bright a clear ah? Thinking Hanyin it is estimated that there will be rape of a spring festival and cool water a few years did not go into Hanyin, can not figure out such a loud noise and Hanyin not fate.

endless cold rain against the window suddenly remembered one of the Tang Dynasty doggerel: spring you, such as oil, flows under the streets, threw my tumble, laugh a group of cattle. . . Since God to stop me, not worth mentioning, then sat at my desk, facing the screen to start recording is still in the hearts of a large village that did not finish the floor.

students received a phone shop sauce, recommended the Qinling mountains of Ningshan County, a large village called Ping place, and Abbey said the same beautiful, and you can walk through and do not absolutely have to regret it.

never heard of the place names, the sub will not hesitate to children, immediately answered: Yes. Shop classmates voted

sauce of course, very deadly poison, it stirred up an instant the long quiet of my heart sinking.

dasi, he said, and as beautiful there. . . Yu Qinling Dasi to use than in a small village, its destruction is evident, and perhaps he is too aware dasi exist in my mind that kind of complex. I have said, the Qinling Mountains, only a Temple, not a second, but now suddenly springing a Temple, think about it, how it is a great temptation!

did not go out Guangdang months, accompanied by slowly early spring and mind ready to make, coupled with curiosity, packing a big bag of odd weight, with a bunch of ass in the mountain to catch the foot.

sauce shop the first time students and student organizations, the activities of clouds, very fresh, very easy, do not worry, you can enjoy the fun, What is the place to go is an unknown mountain village, looking along awaited day of excitement early on.

spring morning, the roar of the wind is still cold and coerced, the sand was thrown into the sky blotting out the sun, thousands of catkins Wang Yang, speeding cars on the road like a drunk, unsteadiness slow, Comparative Study and Integration, like air onto a piece of black mountain road of no return forever. Magna students old car like this, Why not set fuss, like patience.

walk through the Qinling Mountains in the vast mountains, searching for that piece of mind in the mountains, however, walking around, the scenery is still flowing into the eye is so desolate, invisible under a mass of warm white landscape vegetation , find him pink Liulv scent of the wonderful illusion that the previous rally in the heart from the brilliant, gradually fade. With the enduring landscape bleak, misty mountains all in the feel, Huang Huang have become cold inside in the Boundless.

will face attached to the cold window glass, looking at the valley's winding dirt road piece, vegetables road users - is a number have gone through the old path, the light that brought back hidden in the bottom of my heart events of the past, so begins with the breeding of heart, a lot of emotion out: it is a feeling of passing time, it is a sigh of elapsed time, it is the memories of past experiences. Although very weak kind of memory is very long, but it is very real, so desolate place, but I come from here several times, once in the footprints left in a piece of the distant road. . . Find along the way, mountains and rivers still, they did not then those people - rapeseed Ping abandoned.

drilled a long tunnel, to another world - to show it in front of a bright sky and Shannan dazzle with bright sun.

blue sky, the valley cliff of pink peach blossoms in full bloom everywhere, the green mountain willow, yellow, Zhu cornelian cherry. . . Eyes can see is filled with infinite vitality of nature, have also dull mood suddenly excited, big eyes wide open much to enjoy in front of all, began to enjoy the late spring.

our car to a place called the River, sauce shop, said the students, we need to walk from here.

a large group of Chinese have no choice but to catch the back foot torture their own that package, something that we ordinarily call it - Emergency honestly, line rush, arranged a slide, suspension bridge across the Huang Youyou, walked along the valley trail to the mountains, to find that

standing valley mouth, feeling the direction, looking for feel, laugh at my absolute Shamao. This walk, how many times, did not know there is such a place.

a bunch of strongmen, walking does not know a breather. Not in the state, down panting, running all the way to rip off his head, the winter sunlight was hot, looking for the thrill of walking less, it touches something back abnormal feeling heavy. Dragging two heavy legs after walking in the team, attend to enjoy Yu flow through the dead wood of weeds. What kind of casual corruption,UGGs, ah, is simply self-torture. See all the way to go in front of people, not help secretly admire, are powerful strong donkey, and a more than a strong. It is not, either does not help me how to speed up the pace, along the way but not always the Shenlong see the end of the first:)

to force me to do about dry when Khan finally met a teahouse, the teahouse owner is called Geng's line of passers-by. Sun, the breeze, a sip of the Iron Goddess of Mercy,UGG boots cheap, the bitter feeling of the tip of the tongue in the retention of a trace of sweet, do not know how to describe the feeling at this time, next to someone shouting: tea here and now, it is called a great! Wang leaders said: think of the youngest tea Niubeiliang that night if not the youngest cook in the hot tea, I think we are get out of here.

ah, forget.

only ten years away, has come Houshang Hangchikengchi the division.

ups and downs in the long winding road of the valley, turned a Shanzui, cross the road is a gate, the door is a tall cliff on one side, one side is in the river valley, in setting up Village gate was placed to be dangerous. Into the gate, turned a bend it slowly climbed the side of the mountain slope with bare without any plants, wearing a slip road on both sides of the fence crooked, fence around inside those exposed only barren land, everywhere in the filling of a winter in the barren and desolate.

and turn on a slope, there is a sunny hillside farmhouse, standing a few mountain dam site, in their eyes I see a full answer to the doubts did not embark on asked one former find the old farmer dressed in gray trousers Huiyi: Will uncle,Discount UGG boots, Ping Zhuang how far large.

vicissitudes of farmer's face is covered with wrinkles, he smiled and said, here is the.

it is. . .

do not know what it feels like, just a bit puzzled.

looked around, looking for something.

a remote mountain village.

a few slices of hills, surrounded by mountains; side of the waterfront, eight peaks Linhe.

winding valley among the several strains of pine and cypress matched with a clean, surrounded by towering cliffs Xiangzhi, Humilis cloud drifting across the mountains covered with a thin veil, rounded mound on top of a few wild flowers Turui, shaking in the best of spring are filled, the breeze blowing gently in the natural smell of depression, rape, although not find him brilliant, but it, like Yi Keke golden dogwood blooming brilliant charming .

Banpo, on the mound, an ancient tree and the tree following Nianpan caught my eye.

That bald old willow tree, rough bark, curved trunk, a lot of dry twigs on the birth of new tender leaves. Under the shadow tree, lying on a huge millstone, grinding stone on Nianpan stay quietly been rolling across the track, the wind blowing children, like to hear that coming from the ancient familiar and unfamiliar The Zhi Ya sound. Silent only because have electricity, electric mill that makes use of the disc will always stay in the historical memory of them.

Zhang in front of the foot of the old camp.

sitting under the eaves Zhang chat fluently with the main house - usually on foot, this is an important part of travel.

Zhang 60, and the eighty-year-old's parents lived with four generations, to enjoy their grandchildren. I asked Mr. Chang, the village is so old it? Zhang Zazhe cigarette, said: centuries-old village about it, we've lived here for hundreds of years, ancestors came from Anhui.

is not it?

Yes, we are home from the hill county of Anhui Province came Zhangjiawan move.

Zhang's father, old Mr. Chang sat on his hands than the painted door mounds of Zhang corrected me: Buried Hill County of Anhui Province tower Township Zhangjiawan village. After listening to the old father, Zhang, then, embarrassed, scratched his head. Turned and said to me: the village head south with my ancestral stone is set in stone Kangxi, from the ancestors to come here now, we have seventeen generations, and that the above time. The village is

Zhang you do? I asked.

not, people have family names. The village people are now fifteen hundred acres of land, mainly corn and potatoes food, to eat the corn flour to the mountain Exchange.

were talking, the old rabbit ran the story took me to his photos, very strange, you can try, starting behind the blind and the director went up firewood.

old rabbits and Tang Tang sat code firewood neatly placed piles, bathed in the warm sun, a reading of a daze. Asked the old rabbit to see Shane, the old rabbit says, looking at the pigs and chickens. Interesting to see where the chicken can not look to see what pigs.

is said to play the old rabbits and Tang Tang, Zhang came to take my arm and said, go, I'll show you the stone tablets.

our path along the hillside south of the village head has come to a wasteland of weeds in a stone in a long time, like a small stone gatehouse, a pillar, a roof, a long stone surface mottled moss. Zhang bend over and hand brushed the surface of stone dust, said the monument that is our ancestors. Stone couplets on both sides of the wind and rain and even after illegible, but also vaguely see the words, Zhang wipe my hands on the surface dust pillars, side read: Chiaki famous far Wanzai Ze World long. He said nine Jiaqing ancestors died Feb. 24, live a seventy-year-old, was also considered in the longevity of the. Monument is the son of the dynasty, was ancestor of the Year five years in February Yiyou established, should happen after many years. The top of the monument there are two words: life on the Qing emperor. I do not know what it meant, asked Zhang, Zhang said he did not know What do you mean.

mound sat a long time, was the cold wind blows the whole body shaking, miserable sun mean that the recovery of the warmth, we got back, pointing the way Mr. Chang said to me around the mountains : This road used to be the only way Huxian to Ningshan from cows across the ditch to go twenty miles to go to Bali Ping, from the right-hand turn to go east seven acres of floor beams. . . Extending in all directions, east beam also relics of the Tang Dynasty logging, a lot of big stump, very old.

looked around the mountains, mind expansion, the brain like a see-saw, was the history of the past involved.

through their own land, Zhang said: eat the food now, do not look at this land of poverty, hard potatoes produced it. Charge a five acre of land can be extremely heavy, extremely heavy with potatoes can return for the five thousand kilograms of wheat, food enough to eat. . . That our educated youth here over the next five young men to endure hardship, and now they occasionally come back, one almost six years old, this flash is a few years.

Jue street with head bent over a mountain laborious pawing dry land, little by little, while the ground plane inside the border picked up stones. Zhang said the country is to us a year to 57 per acre of land compensation fees, and some places are not planted, food enough to eat, that is, less money more, the son of working outside, and sometimes send some money, the days can make do . Slowly getting warm weather now can grow their own vegetables to eat, what food we all grow their own, completely self-sufficient. Having Hey smile, a kind of helpless to meet the hanging in the mouth.

camp is very busy, playing cards, drinking, sleeping, and climbing. . . Travel really corrupt, and absolute corruption tour. Sitting alone under the willow tree bald grinding stone, enjoying the last rays of sunset.

standing in a small village into the brilliant sun, freezing in the valley of smoke curling over the tree a few magpies in the trees jumping, and occasionally from a distance sounded the cock, the whole village is about to sink entry into permanent silence. Wind blows, swing into the Heart is full of fragrance in the air.

Zhang Duan Leyi basket steamed potatoes, called on the chubby grandson to the mill next to the mortar hit potato cake. Montagnards staple food of half the time of year potatoes, they eat the potato is like a human eating pasta off, it is natural that we should think of ways become more coarse grain patterns, fine grains to eat, so there will be potato cake.

Zhang teaches grandson pound mortar holding wooden hammer force in the potato, grandson no strength, Zhang pound on their own, tom tom for ages, mortar bars in the potato into a chug, naked, white something like the whirring of the group, he chopped his wife to scratch out a good potato, to the kitchens. While, Zhang side out bowls of hot potato cake called everyone to sample. Clip to the mouth of a chopstick, ah, really delicious. This cake not only bar to good taste, the most important is that the pouring of the juice in the cake to the heart of Hong materials, Ciba entrance, fragrant, hot and sour ribs soft light, the more chewing muscle, the more chewing spicy, fragrant only wiping saliva, praise. . .

mountain traditionally do not eat fish, chicken, since the small village to the mountains to see the Cao Ji running around, some eyes straight, and eat chicken, they turn a bend Zhang Q: Do you have Han eat?

Zhang said, has its own brew of corn liquor, wine laced with wasps landed more drink, do not believe you try. Some people say that the mountains

delicious Cao Ji, Zhang said that if you want to eat on his own grasp, caught you eat, can not find he does not need. Have you caught yourself doing, we will not do, both at home Han spices.

there, Mr. Chang's grandson, and several people have open arms to croak in the fields chasing the chicken. . . Geng stood beside the kitchen fire, wiping up their sleeves, on the sauce shop, said: lit, adding hard wood, the fire should be larger. chicken pot

poured into a large iron pot, mayonnaise la. . . The evening, a large pan of fragrant chicken served, and everyone around the yard, and began to get through thick stick off the tiger, has been shouted out on the branches.

drink more, early drilling into the tent to be the Duke of Zhou, Jiu Jin, the place of the hypnotic drugs, drift off to sleep, completely unaware of those around loud rumbling purr.

sleep until Rishangsangan.

leading up to eat the king However, to do complex sauce noodles, a bowl, incense, accumulate some energy for the long journey. Put away the camp, sitting under the eaves, waiting for those who played later. Do not want any accidents, so she suggested hiring Mr. Chang as our guide, Mr. Chang served us very happy, put on a pair of yellow shoes, put up a two-edged machete, leads us to the road.

ten o'clock, from the altitude of 1400 meters VILLAGE old Zhang starting dozen men, lined up along the curved ridge called to the front piece of communication around seven acres.

entered the valley, began to cross the river, it seems to be a law of climbing the mountain and the river is always accompanied, climbing across the river, right and proper. A cross section do not know how many rivers.

Inspired by the accumulation of leaf mold trail, we slowly climb along the trail, how long abandoned trail, do not know, now that no one walking into a plush way, the way in this so-called Mao Mao , covered with a thick leaf mold, mixed shrub grass on both sides of life, such as in the above step to walk in the grass, see, this road has been traveled for many years no one has been turned into bestiality, we are tracking animal footprints the line. Roads inherited from the past often have run-down foundations, the foundations of the stone Leiqi covered with moss, due to the passage of time, the foundations of many large trees, tall and straight forward - not help feeling something.

a long valley, save more complete vegetation cover the entire valley, the sun through the thick trees, the sun shines on the bottom, forming a block mottled light. A winter without snow, dead leaves covered the valley's Gully Cha Cha, stepped up the issue of rustling sound. Go down this road is covered with thick leaf mold, and was pretty gross, very practical, like worry about stepping on snake animal, but also that the tree cliff wild honeycomb, a sign of trouble, they look at four weeks, no Exception dare to move on.

cry in front of Zhang: July Shui eight bend, left front view.

not walk far, Mr. Chang said, pointing to a slide tracks: This is the black bear's footprints across the river went. Look this way, went over time is not long. To look on the hillside across the river at a glance, would like to see what wild animals, in fact, a big team like ours is hard to see wild animals. No hope, there is no disappointment, sweating continue to climb, has come to mind made stupid.

walked, I heard Big Brother that died in the street and saw a fox. Retrograde curiosity Dou Qi, down bag, ran back to find the fox, quite a while running back, hand carry a mass of furry, that this is the fox, no head, but fur is beautiful. Went to see, although the fur better, but no skull and limbs, they lost the tread face, not interested. In fact, the mountain can not touch wild animals walking is a normal thing, no regrets no regrets.

slope length does not seem to end, body and feet with the river meandering up and down, asked Zhang to go much, Mr. Chang said, without looking back: to go half way. Only half of the, ah, had left out that your spirit was immediately destroyed, the heavy bag up again, like a lump of iron loaded, falling to the Maibu Kai legs. Finally the way until the end of the valley, Mr. Chang remove the large packet, said before do not go into, we're going to start climbing,UGG shoes, it is a more dangerous road. Mr. Chang began to climb steep slopes finished, he walked in front shouted: attention, began to climb beam, and pay attention to safety. Fingers clenched tight, the foot board stability.

I sat in the open space on the woods, watching the people walking in front of the steep ridge, thought must not far from the Pass. This is the rule, but also long-standing experience, the experience has been verified to N times.

path leaning on his cane began to climb up the snake path, Z-shaped mountain on the left in the cliffs around the right disc, the feeling is extremely overstating. Hear the corn ahead of the black that she is not out of the feeling, the soft-tut, terrible, Houshengkewei.

are hard at walking, I heard someone yelling in front, it is an exciting process of climbing and well-being of the signal, the sound can only be felt at this time to hear them shake heaven and earth charm, but also Only then can we feel enlightening to hear shock. . . Therefore, in the process of hard walking I particularly like to hear such a voice, that voice tells me, the peak is coming.

12:54 climbed an altitude of 1960 meters of the seven acres of ditch Pass.

bouts of wind, rolled up a piece of dead leaves, rolled in a small mountain pass, wind Kuangmeng Pass north to squeeze in and everyone nest in the Pass of the North Slope, not outcrop .

down is always much more comfortable than the mountains, casting its legs trot been went to see a large force, running tired to cook a small pot stream, to the retrograde, an egg, what do not want to eat, just drink plenty of water, the thirsty ah, as long as water to drink to be appreciated, and finally the old rabbit to drink tea, drink enough, a shop mat, lying on the forest slopes, Mi his eyes rest, scattering of sunlight on the body, especially the warmth. A gust of wind blowing, dancing over the treetops Sichuan, issued shock waves, at first thought it was the sound of the aircraft, looked up at the sky, nothing. Soon waves underway, the wind from far and near, the roar of thunder over the place, feel the body in the woods is so scary. . . Preservation of trees here is complete and the trees everywhere hold one, two meters of the tree shaking. . . Lying to sitting, his eyes looked straight into the sky of a tree shaking, there is a satisfaction, as if my own original stand rock-firm in the shake those big guys moving. Listening to the pines, enjoying the warmth of spring, waiting for the old rabbit egg soup corn soup, that was great. Mimi

clear flowing spring, where I can drink this mineral water it?

only here.

comfortable and not want to leave out.

behind the team down, everyone gathered together to the road.

through a very steep canyon, Mr. Chang said that there are monuments, look around for a long time, in addition to the vertical cliff to see a few holes along the cliff, but did not see the other ancient relics. There's not a sunny valley, a thousand yards rise steeply, a clean river stone cliff in the sutural constantly falling, the formation of dozens of pretty little waterfall, stream pools with layers of down, but so deep and secluded valleys. Came out from the canyon, as if to another world, a wide river valley covered with white pebbles, no water, the previous flow of the streams do not know where.

one end of the valley, is our destination.

Highway Bridge puts up natural moat, the time has changed the original, everything is changing, these changes do not bear the rolling wheel contains conquerors, but also the pace of the mountains we walk in the footsteps sound, echoing the melody of our love life, trek in the footsteps of these in our pursuit of self-stigma imprinting.

Mr. Chang took us to the car, the way to take a length of road, that rush to go home after dark, eighth in the mountain to take away for a while yet. Clouds gave him one hundred yuan hard costs, Zhang said too much, you let me push for a long, deep mountain people are kind, not many such people today. Shangzhuangping two large chicken, corn wine, soil honey, cake, wild vegetables, ate a total of two hundred yuan with the camp, the average person ten dollars, cheap ah. . . Remembered that the scene in fire to the store, can not forget. . . In fact, only in some such cases will occur in remote mountain villages, a large number of people who go outside the place, the mountain will change the concept, you just do not change, the city people will call you to change, to make a living, nothing wrong.

looked at the back of Zhang disappeared from view, could not help sighing.

not smell the village's special flavor, not to find the idyllic mountain village. So another way to re-look at this village, in fact, has its beauty, every trip, I can feel the satisfaction of finding answers to their big Ping Chong is no exception - the Qinling mountains of a small mountain village in the wilderness.

finish these, and the rain stopped, anyway, the rape Hanyin specified scornful of this year, and then had to wait for it next year.

old Liu said do not think so much, in fact, rape is very common here, how can I, and the door compared to the source and the Qinghai Lake, not worth mentioning. Wuyuan of rape that it?

want to fly, otherwise, Baipao.