It’s difficult to travel prose

I have seen the twists and turns of the Shenlongjia Mountain Road, and I have also experienced the ruggedness and steepness of the Xiangxi Mountain Road. But walking through the high mountains from Longsheng County to Longji Rice Terraces, I can’t help but feel pinched in my hands. A sweat.

This road is only about 20 kilometers long. Starting from the county seat, when we first drove on this road, we made a call to the hotel on the top of the Longji Scenic Area and told us that we would be there soon. The hotel owner said: "Don't rush, don't rush. It will take you at least one and a half to two hours to drive to the foot of the mountain, and there will be no traffic jams along the way. I will ask my mother to go down the mountain later and wait for you at the gate of the mountain scenic area."

The car drove into a canyon between two mountains. There were many bamboos on the roadside, blocking our view. Occasionally, we could see the river on the left, and the white rock wall on the right, overlooking the mountains. Ups and downs, with sharp ridges. It is very different from the previous section when walking on the mountainside or on the top of the mountain, where you can see all the mountains at a glance.

Before I could recover, the navigation system suddenly reminded me: there is a sharp bend ahead. I saw a yellow triangle sign on the right side of the road with a black arrow turning 60 degrees. I quickly let go of the accelerator and drove slowly. When I came to the sign, I had to step on the accelerator and slowly turn the steering wheel until it reached full speed. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction. Immediately behind is another yellow sign, with black lines twisting and turning on it, and a scary arrow sticking out from the end. Occasionally, there are prompts such as "Honk, keep right, slow down, go slow."

We had a full tank of gas and a lot of luggage, but from time to time the small bells in the car would keep ringing, and sometimes the accelerator would be sharply pressed, but the car could only crawl slowly. , several times the four-wheel drive of the rear wheels actually turned on automatically at the right time; sometimes the brakes were pressed tightly, but the car still galloped forward like a wild horse with loose reins. On a downhill slope, there was a warning sign, which went beyond the norm and directly reminded: The downhill road is slippery and the car has rolled over many times.

The number displayed on the red circular sign on the roadside is ten or twenty. No one wants to overtake, and no one dares to overtake. The cyclists gradually formed a convoy, and there was a reminder on the roadside: please pay attention to safety on the landslide and rockfall section. It looked like there had just been a mudslide ahead. Huge boulders wrapped in soil, shrubs and weeds blocked the way forward. A section of road that had been hastily cleared was still littered with rocks and splashed with mud. We had no choice but to park aside and wait for the other party's car to pass first. The weeds growing in the cracks in the rocks were almost poking people's eyes. We finally passed the dangerous situation, but the car in front had long since disappeared, and a large truck was coming towards us again. When we met, we had to ask my wife to roll down the window and stare closely at the roadbed and the edge of the mountain. As he moved, he asked: "How far is it to the right?" My wife replied: "It's still wide, there's still 10 centimeters on the right, okay... okay... okay..."

I kept busy like this. stop. Not to mention the sweaty palms, the air conditioner in the car no longer seemed to be cooling. It happened that the majestic march from the opening of the movie "Walter Defends Sarajevo" was playing on the CD player, and we walked along with it, adding a sense of tragedy and heroism to our hearts. But I still keep thinking in my mind: Are we there yet? Is it almost there? "

Finally arriving at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, the old mother met and said: "I have received two guests since I came down from the mountain. ”