Snow Scene Qingcheng Mountain

? It is said that the custom in Russia is to take 1 February1day as the first day of winter every year. Then, to borrow a word from Russia, I officially arrived in Fuzhou yesterday in winter. It happened to be1February 2 when I picked up the pen, but there is no winter here at all. Speaking of winter, the first association is Christmas and the second association is snow. This made me think, and as a result, I found that I hadn't seen the scene of snow everywhere for several years. The last time I studied Chinese at Sichuan University seemed to be that winter. That year seemed to be the last time I saw my friend Sky.

? Although it is difficult for Chengdu to encounter snowy days, Sichuan is farther north than Fujian, and there are many high-altitude areas around Chengdu. It snows for several days almost every year. I have just finished that research. Sky is a college student in Chongqing. He is a friend I met when my former colleague Craig and I traveled to Zhangjiajie, and he was also mentioned in a travel note written in Langzhong earlier.

? After the course, I will return to Quanzhou and continue to be a foreign teacher in my former school. She came to Sichuan for a few days before I left. We first visited several tourist attractions in Chengdu, such as Kuanzhai Lane, Giant Panda Breeding Research Base, Qingyang Palace, etc., and then went to Leshan Giant Buddha along the typical route, and then went to Emei Mountain. Finally, I went to Qingcheng Mountain and Dujiangyan in the suburbs of Chengdu, but it was already late in Dujiangyan, and the scenic spot was closed and not allowed to enter.

? What I want to talk about here is not the whole process of tourism, but the snow scene. First of all, the slopes and pine trees of Mount Emei are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the snow on the stone steps up the mountain has been trampled into crystal clear ice by countless soles. But I don't want to say Emei Mountain, because to be honest, Emei Mountain is not beautiful, it is just a so-called "tourist trap". What I want to say is Qingcheng Mountain, or rather Qingcheng Mountain.

? Qingcheng Mountain is not far from Chengdu, and it takes more than 40 minutes by high-speed train from high-speed railway station, Chengdu. People who have been there probably already know that there are two famous peaks here, Qingcheng Mountain (also called Qian Shan) and Qingcheng Houshan. The names of the two mountains confuse many people, mistaking them for different routes of the front slope and the back slope of the same mountain, but in fact they are two completely separated mountains. Qingcheng Mountain is a famous birthplace of Taoism and one of the four famous mountains of Taoism. There are many temples and shrines scattered on the mountain. The back of Qingcheng Mountain is the favorite place for hikers and mountain climbers, with natural scenery, few tourists and beautiful scenery.

? At that time, we went to the back of Qingcheng Mountain. We took the bullet train from high-speed railway station to Qingchengshan Railway Station, and then transferred to Qingchengshan by bus. The ticket to Houshan was ten yuan at that time, and the student ID card was half price, which was similar to the bus fare. Although Houshan can't be called little known, its reputation is not as good as that of Qianshan, and it lacks Taoist relations, so there are far fewer tourists coming. The bus stopped in a spacious but empty parking lot. We went down and walked along a row of restaurants to the door. We put our backpacks in a restaurant on the side of the road and had a breakfast. Then we bought tickets and stepped into the gate of the scenic spot and began to climb up.

? At the starting point of Qingcheng Mountain, the road goes up along the edge of a stream. The water in the stream is low, but there are many huge stones on the river bed. Obviously, after the heavy rain on the mountain, it becomes turbulent, which must be spectacular. The evergreen needles of pine and fir trees beside the stream are covered with a thin layer of frost, which shines like stars in the sky in the oblique morning light. It not only exudes beautiful "starlight", but also exudes a unique frost color in winter.

? I have always said that there are only two kinds of food in England that I miss very much-bread and sausage. I haven't met authentic bread yet, but at least some sausages in Sichuan are delicious, although they are very different from those in my hometown. Sausage seems to be a specialty of Qingcheng Mountain. Not as sweet as other sausages I have eaten in China, but salty. There is a big piece of fat in it, which is spicy and spicy in Sichuan. In the cold winter, it tastes particularly good. I have been to Qingcheng Mountain several times, and I buy a lot of local sausages every time, all from the old woman on the roadside.

? Not only the two of us were climbing the mountain that day, but also groups of high school students and college students were climbing the mountain. They all moved carefully on the frozen stone floor, slipped on a bare piece of black ice from time to time, and slammed their butts on the hard stone steps. Judging from their appearance, I don't think they grew up in cold weather-I was trained to trip repeatedly on wet and icy streets for a year when I was a child, and I haven't fallen once since. It is likely that people who are kind will feel sorry for them when they see this, but I just feel funny.

? In fact, at the foot of the mountain, there is not much snow, but there is a layer of Bo Xue on the branches and a layer of frost on the grass. But as we climb higher and higher, there is more and more snow, and a thick layer is accumulated on the ground, shining in the sun. The road near the top of the mountain, the road, the roadside and the branches and leaves are covered with a layer of cotton-like snow.

? When we climbed the stream, there was more and more snow. The stone on the stream bed is covered with a soft snow hat, and the pine tree is covered with a thin snow robe. As the slate under our feet began to slide, it seemed as if we had brushed a layer of varnish-like ice, which made us walk more slowly and more carefully. Until we crossed a small bridge and climbed a canyon, the road to climb the mountain was abandoned from the stream, which made us leave the stream that accompanied us for a long time and walk into the forest on the hillside. The ground has been covered with snow. All the surrounding grasses have disappeared. They must have fallen asleep under the thick snow cover, warm and sweet.

? There are many pavilions on the way to climb the mountain. Visitors can rest by the roadside, eat snacks and drink water under the eaves of the pavilions. Some pavilions even have old aunts and uncles sitting and selling things-drinks and snacks, and even corn and sausages. Of course, they are all sold at the "mountain price". We basically stopped at these pavilions to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new section. Although there are mountains, trees, rocks and snow, the colors of each scene are unique, with their own differences and unique charm.

? The pavilion itself is a beautiful scenery. Everything made of wood has a strong "China" flavor. Unless I have read some textbooks on architecture in China, I really can't describe the extremely complicated structure under the roof. I can only say that they always surprise me like wonderful "puzzles". There are rows of slate tiles on the eaves, which are very simple and play the role of setting off the carpenters below. At this time, the tiles were covered with a thick layer of snow, glittering and translucent, very beautiful.

? On the way, there is a big pavilion standing on the shore of a small lake. The path disappeared under the pavilion. There are many steep mountains and trees on both sides of the lake, and obviously there is no other way to go. We sat in the pavilion for a while and took out one or two sausages to satisfy our hunger. A boat appeared at the far end of the lake. The boat floated slowly, and the closer it got, the clearer it became. This is an old green iron boat with a roof standing on it, covered with a thick layer of snow, like the roof of a pavilion. When the boat docked, a large group of us got on the boat and sat down. Each of us handed the boatman a dollar or two as a fee for crossing the lake and slowly drifted to the other side.

? After reaching the other side, the road no longer climbs up beside the trees in the forest, but crosses the open grass (add a verb here). Of course, the green grass is still gone, hidden under the shiny new snow. Our road across the meadow is a plank road, standing high on the snow, about one or two meters from the ground. The snowdrift in this place is quite thick, which is very suitable for making snowmen, just like when I was a child, I made it with my brother and friends in the front garden or the park near my home. First make a small snowball, then put it on the ground and push it forward. The snowball will roll bigger and bigger and become a body. Then make a smaller snowball as the snowman's head, not too big, otherwise it won't hug the snowman. Finally, put some rags on him-a coat, a hat and a scarf, put some briquettes on his face as his eyes and mouth, and then insert a carrot as his nose. Of course, we didn't bring extra clothes, let alone briquettes and carrots, so we couldn't make a good snowman.

? Through the grass, into the forest, along a series of steep steps to the top of the mountain. In fact, this is my first and only time to climb to the top of the mountain. Looking out, it is a world of white faceless people, the endless pure white sky, covering the faint winter wonderland we just left below. I was very tired when I reached the top of the mountain. I leaned against the fence, panting. The warm and humid breath condenses into water mist in the air in front of me, which complements the snow scene-it is also white. When climbing the mountain, we kept walking, so we felt very warm, but I stopped at the top of the completely faded mountain for a while and suddenly felt the cold in winter and the cold wind on the mountain. The sweat on my back is cold, and my red cheeks are particularly cold. The cold air reached out and touched my face. I began to tremble, only to find that the white clouds in the sky were snowing, and the sparse snowflakes were petite and exquisite, floating around in mid-air.

? We stood silently in the snow scene at the top of the mountain, and finally paced to the ropeway station at the top of the mountain, took a seat in the hanging basket and looked down at the white smoke around the foot of the mountain trembling. Sky will go back to Chongqing when he goes down the mountain, and I will go back to Quanzhou to work. That trip to the back of Qingcheng Mountain was not only the last time I saw my friends, but also the last time I saw a snowy winter wonderland.

* The so-called "mountain price" is my name for the phenomenon of inflated prices of tourist attractions. Of course, there are some reasons for this phenomenon.