Lin Lvshan 11 Waterfalls and Gullies

A Story of Thousand Waterfalls and Gullies

In South Taihang, there is a place in online celebrity, which is the Thousand Waterfalls and Gullies with beautiful water in Shan Qi.

Thousand Waterfalls Gully is a meandering, snake-like and rushing stream more than ten miles away from Linzhou City. On both sides of the river are steep cliffs, and the road twists and turns westward along the river. There are more than ten miles of lingering, from the foot of the mountain to the Taihang cliff. Of course, villages, terraces and trees are scattered on both sides of the road. Of course, if you get closer, there will be people, animals, dogs and stone houses. There are also people of the world, countless tourists who yearn for landscapes, as well as spring flowers, autumn colors and winter snow.

For Taihang Mountain water, the beauty of Qianpu Gully is charming and soft, and it is also a combination of dynamic and static; For me, the Thousand Waterfalls and Gullies are mine, because I am close to here, and because I can go at any time, there is no time inconvenience; Whether it is spring or winter, the peach blossom blooms the first flower, or it snows heavily in winter. Although the distance and poetry are the most beautiful, they are all scenery on the road, and it takes time to sort out your mood and put on makeup. For me, the beauty of a thousand waterfalls and ditches is sloppy, unreserved and without heavy makeup. Sometimes, I come not to watch the storm, but to relax, and in this rambling walk, the beauty of the thousand waterfalls and gullies shows another kind of beauty. May be like a married girl, that kind of uneasy mood, may be like a desperate mood, are displayed.

I remember that in my memory, it was called Taoyuan Liguo, but I don't know that good Samaritan named it Qianpu Gulu, but it was only in recent years. I remember once a foreign tourist kept asking me where there were thousands of waterfalls. I pointed to this stream and said to him: Mountain people built stones to store water on this stream, forming countless waterfalls. Do you want to say there are thousands? I don't know.

When you walk up Linzhou Avenue, you will see the archway of Taoyuan Village, and walk a few hundred meters south along the first main canal of Hongyin Canal, and you will see Taoyuan Aqueduct. Here, the throat project of the first main canal of Hongqi Canal is tens of meters high from the bottom of the river to the shore. In order to let the water of the first main canal cross to the south bank, there is only a bridge. Under the conditions at that time, it can only be built by a stone, supported by several piers built with stones, building a canal and building a road on the canal. This was an artificial miracle at that time. I remember when I was a teenager, Vice Premier Li Xiannian accompanied an African president to visit here.

a dam has blocked the stream and blocked its flow. There is no grand canyon out of Pinghu. However, there are also breezes blowing ripples, especially when the reservoir is full, and the blue waves are also rippling, and the drizzle birds sweep the water. Sometimes, there are 3322 fishermen polishing their time here. After crossing the reservoir, it is the confluence of two streams, one from Tianping Mountain and the other from the west. This is what people call a thousand waterfalls.

In recent years, the mountain people have built a memorial archway at the entrance of the village, which is carved with bluestone. Once you pass the stone archway, it seems to be the beginning of reading a thousand waterfalls. The first thing you see is a place surrounded by bamboos, and several rooms are built near the river, with several stone tables in the courtyard. Especially on the Chai Men, there is a couplet, and the calligraphy is still kung fu. Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely, which won the interest of Tao Weng. There is a fork in the road at the entrance of the village, which leads to the gliding base through a small bridge. This is only built in recent years, and some people who like flying can fly to the blue sky here. In countless days, I have stood on this small bridge many times and watched the stream flowing down from the upper reaches. The rushing stream hit the white rocks, and the layers of water seemed to come from the sky, the water plants beside the stream, and the unknown birds. Sometimes, just standing here, thinking nothing, thinking everything, the natural mountains and rivers run into the soul, while the years drift away with the water, and the homesickness of many generations. A river is a silent poem, and in this poem, how small we are, on the contrary, how great we feel, amplifying our pain and feelings.

the road is next to the village, and the river is next to the road. For rivers, the river runs from west to east, all the way to the distance. But I walked from east to west, and the water in the river was a little bigger after crossing the village.

After Guojiayuan Village, a few hundred meters to the west, there is a bigger dam. Willow trees are planted around the pool, and there is a big stone near the south of the pool. Twenty years ago, young people in the unit came back from the countryside and swam here together. At that time, there were many children in the mountains. A group of naked little boys took off their dicks and competed, jumping from this big rock into the pool. It was the most beautiful time in the mountains. In the early 199s, there was relatively more land in the mountains, and there was a little barren land at the corner of the mountain. There was also this stream, which was convenient for watering the land. I had food in my hand and didn't panic.

Follow the ordinary path, cross Mochi Village, and come to a pool. This is a small pool, like a big barrel. Now it is rainy, and the stream is weak. Slowly, it flows into this ordinary pool. Standing on the shore, I see that the pool is bottomless and the water is so deep blue. However, the mountain people gave it a mythical legend, saying that one of the Eight Immortals washed ink here, so it was called Mo Chi, and the village next to it was named Mochi Village. On the shore, an ancient temple was built. When I walked into the temple, I realized that it had been rebuilt for more than a thousand years, generation after generation. This is the culture in the mountains.

At the end of the road is Xiaonian Village, and the car can only drive here. There is a parking lot here. It was originally charged by an old man. Maybe we are the first generation to have a picnic here, but once we forgot to bring a knife, so I came to borrow it from the old man. However, what I said was ten years ago. Last year, I went to Xiaonian Village with a friend. The old man has passed away. After the vicissitudes of life, the youngest son of the old man built a farmhouse in the old man's old house, and his son took over the parking lot.

If you want to walk up the stream, you have to walk. A few years ago, you just had to cross an iron gate. If you want to go through this door, leave money for the road. One person calls himself Hao Jiashan. The mountain is Haojiashan. There is a legend here that a group of soldiers tried to attack the mountain, but they couldn't attack it for a long time. They posted slogans and asked for good advice. A shepherd, the sheep knocked down the placard, and the soldiers caught him herding sheep and asked him to offer good advice, otherwise he would be beheaded. The shepherd had no good plan, so he had to go down the mountain to find an old man in Haojiashan. The old man had an idea, found a group of shepherds, tied torches to the horns, and rushed the sheep to feint in the night. The people on the mountain ran away in fear when they saw the torches all over the mountain. Finally, this mountain was given to the shepherds, and the shepherds also gave some to the old man in Haojiacun. I don't know whether this legend is true or not, but it has always been called Haojiashan.

After crossing Haojiashan, it is sparsely populated. In the past, only wood cutters and sheep herders went up the stream. The stream comes from a cliff, and I have only been there once. I stepped on the stones in the river and used my hands and feet. The road is the river.

I'm a passer-by to Qianpu Gully.

And the owner here has lived here for generations and opened terraces along the river. They watered the fields with streams, built canals along the mountain and built hydropower stations.

Of course, there is a photo of Zhang Dengshan of the first generation of mountaineers, which explains the beauty of Thousand Waterfalls from different angles. Yes, for mountaineers, the mountains around Qianpu Gully are very challenging. I don't know who said that the mountain was waiting for me. A broad-minded sentence is like a lover waiting for a lovesick person. For a mountaineer, this sentence is probably the most affectionate.

Perhaps the best thing is spring. Spring seems to be an immortal bird, growing in the cold wind. And the mountain can best appreciate the color of spring, is the mountain peach flower. That year, I wrote a short essay about spring, "Looking for Spring", which was published in the Red Flag Canal newspaper. It was a long time in the local newspaper, and the joy was indescribable.

Of course, I once rode a motorcycle and took my wife to see a potted plant, just like the Shandandan flower in the picture, and the people in the mountain were called Juan Danhua. Just to see a potted plant, because my wife loves flowers. I saw this kind of flower in Xiaonian village. The next spring, the villagers said there were more in another village, so the two of us walked to find flowers. I once walked along a mountain road, where only an old man was still in the village, surrounded by dandelions, that is, in order to pick some dandelions, I got to know this old man who lived alone, perhaps because he was too lonely for the old man, sitting in someone's yard with nothing to do and chatting with him about some things in the mountains. Sometimes, along the canal in the village, I go to see the apricot flowers all over the mountain. The fields in the mountain are deserted, and the world is full of apricot flowers, as well as bees collecting honey. There is a feeling of wind, flowers and flying. Sometimes I think, I don't know if Dashan remembers me, but I remember this mountain.

Qianpu Gully is a nostalgic place. My father went to push coal and broke his leg. It was an old man who was herding sheep in Guojiayuan Village who was asked to pick it up. The old man herded sheep all the year round, and he was skilled in leg grafting. He was also very enthusiastic. Later, he had to change his medicine. I pushed my bicycle along the twelve canals at that time and walked step by step to Guojiayuan Village in Qianwaterfall ditch. After more than twenty years, I met the people in the village and kept asking about the old man. Unfortunately, the people are gone. As a descendant of my father, I can only remember this old man by this little article.

Sometimes I think that there are more and more people in Qianpu Valley in recent years. I think there may be several factors. One is that there is no need for tickets here, and the other is that there is a stream here. For me, the more people, the more cars. I am a person who doesn't like excitement, so I won't come in the most lively summer and autumn in Qianpu Valley. Winter comes a little more, the more it snows, the heavier people are thinking about Taihang, and the mountain roads in other places are rugged, so I have to retreat. Stepping on the cement road leading to the gliding base, being in the cold wind in winter, stepping on the thick snow, watching the Taihang mountains in the distance, especially in the morning, the sunshine in winter is gentle and hits the mountains. At this time, the Taihang scenery is the most beautiful, colorful and peaceful. It's winter vacation, so it's very easy to buy new year's goods in the city, and the time to prepare new year's goods is very little. Then the atmosphere of New Year's Day is much less fun than when I was a teenager. And wandering in the mountains, watching people kill pigs, starting from catching pigs in the pigsty, the neighbors in the village went into battle together, until the water was boiled and molted, and the pig became two pieces. Sometimes I am happy to see it, and I buy some myself. The pigs raised by mountain people have no feed, and the meat is particularly fragrant. The ice hanging in Qianwaterfall ditch is also particularly beautiful. The bigger the snow and the stronger the cold wind, the more beautiful the ice hanging is. At a mining site, small ice piles formed by dripping water, like mushrooms after mushrooms, attracted people from thousands of miles away to watch.

For the indigenous people in the mountains, the most comprehensive thing is probably the New Year's Day. Car after car, with homesickness, taste of the year, customs and filial piety, formed a mighty army of New Year greetings from all directions. At this time, the happiest day for the old people who stayed in the mountains was prepared from the night before, and the lunch at noon was a family photo.

Thousand Waterfalls Gully is also a secular world. There are more than a dozen villages scattered on both sides of the Gully, and all the young people in the villages have gone down the mountain. Especially the village on the top of the cliff is the earliest generation of immigrants. There is a small village called Taoling. There is only an old man named Guo in the village. He is a warm-hearted man who once led our mountaineering team across the road. A few years ago, when Thuja was hot, I went up the mountain to pick Thuja and fell down from the mountain. When I found it, I was dead for several days. I said: He was eaten by Thuja. Human nature does not become pure and quiet because it is remote, and it is not a paradise, although countless people yearn for it and want to be isolated here and send their feelings to the mountains and rivers.

Of course, the beauty of Qianpu Gully is fascinating. Some people have built villas here and wanted to live an idyllic scenery. The construction of villa after villa has destroyed the beauty of nature. This spring, I saw thousands of waterfalls and ditches, and when I saw the villa demolished, I gave thousands of waterfalls and ditches the beauty of wildness, and my heart was much more cheerful. This is the case in the world. There is a kind of beauty that cannot be monopolized. If it is monopolized, it is greed, and God forbid it.

I write intermittently, which is a kind of thought. I also know that this is not a word, but the smoke cloud in Qianwaterfall ditch has been tormenting me. With this landscape, it seems like a place where God heals me. People are in rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves. Perhaps, in this landscape, you are no longer an actor, showing your true nature, your smile, your cry, your happiness and your sadness. It is not a history of time changes, for example, the young people in the village have left and the people outside the mountain have come again.

I am an old-fashioned person. For the landscape of Thousand Waterfalls, I feel that it is mine in my heart. Because whenever I feel happy, annoyed and bored, even spring comes and it snows in winter. Whether you consciously or unconsciously, you will lift your legs and visit this landscape, just like dating an old friend or a lover. Of course, I only know the skin of the beauty, tranquility, depth and Zen of the Thousand Waterfalls.