My most unforgettable trip

Just like a dream, I went to Huangshan, the place where I often haunt. Although I yearned for it for a long time, I failed to make it for various reasons. I actually won the grand prize this time, and the prize was actually a trip. How can this not make me ecstatic? & ltbr & gt Dreaming usually makes planes carry me around in the clouds. I'm finally here, Huangshan! & ltbr & gt I couldn't sleep that night. The dream is also foggy. & ltbr & gt When you go to Huangshan Mountain, you can't help but know Guangmingding, Lotus Peak and Tiandu Peak. Of course, this Mingding is by no means a sacred place of Zoroastrianism in Jin Yong's novels. It is the watershed between the front and back mountains of Huangshan Mountain, and the second peak of Huangshan Mountain, which forms a tripartite confrontation with Lotus and Heaven. In front of these three main peaks, Aoyufeng and Fozhangfeng, the opposite camel beetle, have become a foil. At this time, the clouds are scattered, standing at the foot of the mountain, looking around, the lotus peak on the right is like a new lotus, the main peak is steep, the small peaks are clustered, the clouds are steaming and the sky is full of flowers; Tiandufeng, on the other hand, is like a sword, piercing the sky! The two peaks are arched and the tops are bright, showing unparalleled majesty. All this made us appreciate the infinite charm of Huangshan before we entered it. & ltbr & gt Up the hill, we took a cable car across the valley, and the white goose was in front of us, climbing the stairs, getting better and better. This is Shixinfeng, which is famous for its strange pines. I have read the poem "pine and cypress are born in stone" before, and I always think that the poet is exaggerating. Looking at it now, it really is. You see, the rock wall is densely covered with dark lines, and the lines are rough, much like an uncut semi-finished print. Black brush strokes are flying wildly, like outstretched hands in the dark, longing for rain and dew. In this way, heaven's powerful hand unexpectedly held up the strange pine. Yes, it is in this environment that Pinus taiwanensis grows everywhere. Their roots are mostly in the air, swaying in the wind like tendrils, in order to better meet the rain and dew and embrace the sunshine. The mountains here are steep, the soil is less and the stones are more, so it is impossible to keep a lot of water. But everyone can grow so green and tall and handsome and elegant! So, who is nourishing these rootless trees? Is it clouds, fog or the unique natural environment of Huangshan Mountain? In order to survive, Huangshan pine has no choice. It broke through the bottom line of life with amazing tenacity and strength and created a miracle. What is the bottom line that life can bear? Maybe 10%, maybe 100%, this is not a simple question. Even humans, known as the most advanced animals in the world, can't specifically answer this question. However, Huangshan pine tells the world with its elegance: the endurance of life is far beyond our imagination. In real life, we are all too easy to give up what we can get through hard work. We have sadly lost our tenacity and strength. & ltbr & gt Another wonder of Shi Xinfeng is the "heart lock" on the upper layer of the iron rope on the mountain side. It is said that if you lock a lock there and make a wish, your dream will come true. There are many locks on the chain, and many of them are rusted. Looking at them, I can't help wondering: have we pinned our whole life's happiness on this little lock? How much wind and rain, how much cold and heat can this small bronze lock bear? But customs are inevitable if you want to return. He and I tied the "heart lock" together in front of the lover's valley, swore to the lock, tied it together forever, and then threw the key into the abyss. Although skeptical, he is still serious, and he is equally devout. Perhaps, the lock is just a kind of medium, stringing together the bits and pieces of love and weaving them into the truest eternity. And every moment when our hearts meet each other will solidify into the eternity we once had. & ltbr & gt Twilight is approaching, and we come to a cool platform in the twilight. It is a good place to get rid of the noise and wait for the sunset. The increasingly red sky has deepened people's expectations. The autumn sunshine is lazy and gentle, with a yellowish afterglow. It seems to be for people's waiting, turning the last passion into a brilliant sunset bit by bit. A crescent moon descended from the sky, injecting a little hope of rebirth into this slightly tragic farewell ceremony. Finally, as the sun sets, there is only a ray of reddish on the horizon, and countless colorful stars in the mountain stream are scattered on the foggy sea. I don't know when, the fragrant wind also quietly brushed your clothes, making you seem to have strayed into a fairyland in your dream. & ltbr & gt I sat with him, watching silently, saying nothing and thinking nothing. Enjoy the gifts that nature has given us. People say that the sunrise in Huangshan is the most beautiful and spectacular. This moment will be remembered forever. This may conform to people's desire for success in today's society. Sunrise is brilliant, but glory is only a moment in many dull times. Now it seems so impetuous, and the sunset is more charming. The ancients had a saying, "Sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color". The sunset was so poetic and warm. But in this noisy materialistic society, who can calm down and feel this poetry? Even if we are far away from the city, away from troubles and abandon the noise, we can only experience it with our hearts. If the sunrise is brilliant, then the sunset is dull and eternal. & ltbr & gt At this time, I am bathed in the sunset, and I have a passion and impulse in my heart. I just want to scream and spit on my chest. This seems to be an instinct of human beings, whether it is happy or depressed. Perhaps the aura of this mountain gave me a tacit understanding with him. I can't believe that he screamed in front of me and whistled with a heroic spirit of a man, echoing in the valley, quite stirring. As for me, I opened my mouth several times and couldn't make a sound. Why? I don't understand myself. Even with his encouragement, I can only try to make a scream-like sound several times, which makes people laugh. In the increasingly modern city life, I gradually lost my instinct. Is this the result of human evolution or the sorrow of modern life? I don't know. & ltbr & gt Twilight is dense, countless stars in the mountain stream are scattered on the foggy sea like colored lights, and night falls unconsciously. It's time for Huangshan to fall asleep. And it's time for me to wake up from my dream of Huangshan Mountain (excerpt). Brother, is it awesome?