Meet jiashanzi

What a nice name! Jiashanzi is the interpretation of the word "gorge" in Jiuquan dialect. Saying that the mountain is a "mountain" is a kind of love of Jiuquan fellow villagers. It seems to be a kind of distress to talk about your dolls-the mother is called mother and son, the boy is called wretched, and the girl is called wench; Where is the dog? Calling dogs obscene. This ravine must make some Jiuquan people feel very uncomfortable-Jiashanzi!

There is a canyon between the two mountains. On both sides of Jiashanzi are the cliffs of Qilian Mountain, which are lush and soft in the distance and chopped with knives and axes nearby. There is a Maying River between the two mountains. For thousands of years, the river rolled down with snow and debris flow, cutting the hard volcanic rocks, releasing the huge energy gathered by thousands of valleys after the lightning, thunder and rainstorm at the top of Qilian Mountain, as if Qiu Hong had lifted the seal of the cellar mouth, and a group of violent people suddenly became free, armed with snake spears, hand-held axes, waving maces and riding dragon sword in spring, with deep and dangerous wounds. When people go to the edge and look down, they are simply jumpy-we are walking up and down the artificial canal with a little ant in front of the geological wonders created by the giant god Qilian Mountain, and we are sighing and sighing together with Hebo, who has little knowledge.

There is such a dragon next to my hometown. Of course, it is impossible for Wang Quanchao not to love. He repeatedly suggested that I have a look. Last time I saw the waist, this time I enjoyed the dragon neck. Han Feizi, a cruel man in the Warring States period, said that the dragon was a foot long. Anyone who dares to move will go on the rampage and be covered up. Jiashanzi is stuck in the spillway of Qilian Mountain, narrow and dark, just like the neck of a dragon. Look at those rock walls, straight up and down, standing on the wall of thousands of feet. Go to the edge of the hanging rock and probe. Below the bluestone beach, there are footprints bent by rapids, dancing wonderfully and happily, but there is an attractive force that makes you dizzy. The young man who painted said: I am not afraid of heights! As he spoke, he put the guy who drew shelves and sketches on the edge of the cliff. Everyone can't help shouting: back! Step back. I quickly climbed higher and stood firm, worrying about him.

Above the hanging wall, there are ten thousand longitudinal grooves, which are ferocious and tortuous and arranged on the cliff, which are colder, harder and sharper than the rough Longlin barbs. And this big crack found all the way from the Gobi desert came to Jiashanzi and began to shake from side to side, twisting its huge neck to the depths of Qilian. Looking up, it is blue and white together, red together, and a series of mixed spots melt. The weather is really shocking. Today, the sky is high and the clouds are light. You can imagine how earth-shattering the torrent and cold came from the old Kunlun Mountain when the dark clouds rolled and the rainstorm came.

Therefore, the beauty of Jiashanzi is unrestrained, rough and strong. This kind of beauty is invisible. If you watch too much, your nerves seem to get nervous.

So we turned around and looked up at the south of a big lake in the canyon and reservoir. This is also Jiashanzi. This is not the scary and irresistible Qilian Raptor, but another Jiashanzi, the son of the mountain, a graceful virgin. The combination of rigidity and softness, harmony of yin and yang, this is the complete clip mountain.

Coming out of Huangcaoba, Wang Quanchao said that he would take us to see Jiashanzi Reservoir. He said that when he was a child, the stories in the village were endless and sad, and there was an endless Gobi under the scorching sun. Only two rows of rhombic poplar trees standing side by side can comfort people a little. When we arrived at the reservoir, it was just a thin bay of water, like a cauldron evaporated in a hot summer, and there was a little green stock solution hidden in the bottom of the cauldron-nothing.

Quan Chao said, let's go up after taking the photo. I'm driving south. As soon as I passed the mountain pass, the green peaks of Qilian Mountain hanging in the Woods poured out, continuous and charming with a smile. Outside the window, a large piece of yellow grass was torn open and attached to the green hills. Wow. I quickly took out my cell phone and turned on the camera. Who would have thought that before I could take pictures, the car fell into the sea of grass, soft and yellow, but sometimes it was surrounded by large tracts of grass forest. It is more beautiful here!

Jumping out of the car, I didn't have time to look at the Maying River Grand Canyon mentioned above, but I was dumbfounded at the soft and furry grassland at the foot of the mountain. We shouted and jumped into the sea of grass. They say that grazing has returned to grass in recent years, and the grass is well raised. Quan Chao said that one year he and Zhang Long rode motorcycles into this grassy hole, drew a batch of sketches and sold them. They were so proud. Quan Chao said that after another year, more than a dozen buddies were invited to ride motorcycles in the grass nest. I believe that only the story of youth madness is worthy of such grass, and only young people who try their best to repair it can put their passion back into such a beautiful place.

Lots and lots of Achnatherum splendens are enough to drown people. And the soft, yellow, furry kind is grass, each with a yellow pole, soft, spread out, it becomes a bright grassland. Not autumn, better than autumn.

Look, that, bright! Someone called. Yes, across a small canyon, on a flat land high above, a weed is dazzling in the Huang Cancan. Behind it is a dark canyon. Above the canyon is a steep rock cliff, above which are beautiful peaks and dense forests. What about the green peaks? Snow mountain! The lines of Qilian Mountain Snow Mountain are clear and handsome. On the snowy mountain, a lot of white beard clouds are squeezed and slowly shaped into various shapes. Above the white clouds, the blue sky is an impenetrable shadow. If you look to the west, there are many blue-black clouds piled on Xiufeng. The sun casts the shadows of these clouds on canyons and hillsides, and the light and shade are scattered.

The clouds in Jiashanzi are spectacular.

I can't run my elegant white horse.

Many poems, like white horses, poured from my chest to the top of the mountain!

Zhang Long repeatedly reviewed that he didn't bring oil painting tools, otherwise. ...

Quan Chao said that we lost a good painting today. Sigh and sigh. He has been to this wonderful place many times.

Everyone said to come back another day, definitely another day. A large group of painters, not painters, will do. They will set up a tent and wander around here all day, thinking nothing and doing nothing, just being silly.

I said that these mountains and clouds are a perfect match with the sunny days of this boss. You come back another day and bring good painting tools, but there is no such beautiful moment. That cloud may run away like a wild horse. Let's take more photos.

Zhang Long made me lie on the grass. I also feel that the grass is blocking my face. I pulled it away, but it didn't like to see grass. I know he is a painter who loves grass, but he doesn't love grass and can't love grass. Just bite the grass in your mouth and eat it leisurely like a horse. They clapped their hands and laughed and shouted: poet, poet, poet!

They say that pulling a straw can taste the sweet smell of tender white roots. But in the face of the boundless sea of grass, I can't bear to tear off any one. People are so strange-"you will cherish wheatgrass when you are old." Old Master Q in the Song Dynasty and Shao Yong, who claimed to be the Happy Duke, still understood me. Look at this grass, isn't it the sentence he sang in his comfort zone: "I know there are rewards, and there is no gold left." This is a gift from heaven, rare, rare, but I got a lot of gold this afternoon, and I am infinitely rich. There is a saying in Shao Yong: "Good flowers are half-blooming." Where is the good grass? One stem can be intoxicating, a large area, an ocean, boundless, better. Grass is the hair of our land. Only when it is dense, it is handsome and tasteful, and it is full of vitality and amorous feelings.

Perhaps it is because I have stayed in many barren places for too long, so when I saw such undulating grass waves, I fell in love with Tao Ran. Look at our city, how short of grass. When people see grass, it seems that crops are to be planted in the living room, and the children in the classroom are not generally tall and need pruning. We lack the vision of grass. We only have all kinds of barren land in our eyes, mountains and mountains.

Today is good, we are more fond of grass. You don't need to do anything, just walk, walk, stretch, laugh, tell jokes, walk with strange ideas in your mind and take pictures of each other. Everything you see is like a classic painting. I think of Chekhov's grassland, Genghis Khan's grassland, Aitmatov's grassland, the grassland in the western United States, and the grassland in Sunan. I'm still thinking about Aksai, Aksai Haizi grassland. That year, the educated youth mowed the grass in the commune, and all the educated youth ran away, leaving me alone. I went to Haizi grassland with those farmers to load sheep dung and liberate trucks to run and run. Suddenly, I fell into such waves of straw, and the loneliness of that month suddenly melted. Later, I was shocked to learn that there was a great poet named Haizi.

Well done! The mountains are sandwiched, the canyons are majestic, and the grass sea is full of tenderness. It is vigorous and charming, fierce and gentle, strong and lingering, with strong liquor and milk tea, rough and soft, one east and one west, one up and down, the left hand grand canyon, and the right hand grass hole. It really makes people meet wild animals and beautiful women, Li Bai and Li Qingzhao, fire and fire in one afternoon. Where is this aesthetic experience? Please tell me if you are well-informed and have traveled all over the world.

I believe you will report many famous places of interest. However, who can report that it is only afternoon? I didn't say that such a sky colluded with such a mountain to prepare me for this encounter.

This is not a scenic spot. Very good. Can you tell me how to get there? You will ask.

Hey, Quanchao, don't tell anyone, this is your mountain. Brother Long, you'd better keep a secret, too. Don't you know that many guys come to beer bottles and throw plastic bags everywhere, and paper towels are slippery and dirty, polluting God's land? That kind of guy should pay a high price to travel to the Gobi Desert of Mars, but he was cheated and came out by bypassing the crater. How to deserve a noble, noble, handsome, feminine and beautiful Jiashan?

Drive by yourself? All right. But it's hard to walk, ah, it's hard to walk. You'd better not come, lest you be disappointed and criticized-it's not that good, it's all blown out by Uncle harriman. Yeah, I stood him up. You don't know, in order to see Jia, I wrote hundreds of poems about flowers and plants this year. Only by doing this in my aesthetic class can I bear Jia's responsibility.

You just want to ask me the way? Sorry, I will never say how to achieve my poetic image. Ha ha.

The Grand Canyon scared me out of writing poetry. Let's copy this nonsense for the Jiashanzi grassland here-

The hair of the earth has grown.

If you look good, you should marry the sky.

Soft hair

thick hair

Yeah, lonely and coquettish hair

Shake your imaginary hair.

Suppress delicate hair

Haofa

Infinite shyness and unappreciative hair

Hair that sings to the clouds

My hair is full of my love.

Jiashanzi in July

Infinitely soft

Endless love story

Dragged me for a hundred thousand hot summers.

Rough canyon

Accept my stupidity.

Flutter your boundless hair

I can't run out of the clouds, my white horse