Wenchang shitou park

? The Stone Park in Wenchang is actually a desolate coastline. It is the dry confrontation between the strange rocks extending into the sea under the mountain and the waves for thousands of years, and the ancient confrontation between the barren hills and the sea. I often recall, mainly because I feel that as a person, when I am in this landscape that has evolved from ancient times to the present, I am not relaxed and happy, but I have lost myself and lost myself. What I see is the communication between mountains and the sea, between boulders and waves. People are as small and insignificant as ants. They are ignored by nature, mountains and seas and time. They are so weak and helpless from head to toe.

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? On the day I went to Stone Park, the weather was gloomy and dark clouds were overwhelming. But the dark clouds are one after another, separated by a gray and translucent sky, which is not the kind of dense, heavy and hopeless cloudy day. The wind blows, making cloudy days less dull, as if it were going to rain, and as if it were going to blow away and become fine weather. Although it is tropical, it is winter and there is no sun. The temperature is only a dozen degrees, and it is still a little cold when the wind blows. My second sister and I both added a thick coat. On the way there, I still navigate while driving. The roads in Wenchang City are wide and flat, with beautiful landscape belts in the middle and on both sides. There are few vehicles and pedestrians, so it is easy to see the scenery when driving. After driving out for more than 30 kilometers, the urban roads come to an end, and then there are old country roads with no landscape belts and potholes. The point is that no one has a car. We are dubious about sailing, but nobody cares. Let's move on.

The road conditions are getting worse and worse, and the roads are mostly uphill. Weeds on both sides of the road spread and fluctuated with the wind. The asphalt pavement is seriously damaged. After walking for a while, there was no asphalt at all, and it became a fairly flat gravel road. We looked at the dark sky, at the boundless weeds, and looked at each other. Is this a scenic spot? !

? There is a small clearing ahead, with two or three cars parked. We decided to park the car and move on. The sea breeze roared and the trees galloped. Finally, I met two tourists and I didn't know it was right until I asked. I walked seven or eight hundred meters downhill on the left. Soon I saw a scenic spot sign. There is no manager and other facilities, and of course I don't have to buy a ticket. After walking for a while, I saw a wide gravel downhill road on the left, which was one or two hundred meters long. Below is an arc-shaped Weird Rocks Beach, which extends to the sea. Looking around, it is an endless sea, and there are rocks near the sea. Mountains stop the expansion of the sea, and waves and waves are in endless confrontation with boulders and mountains.

Waves several meters high violently beat the rugged boulders, breaking into a pool of foam and falling into the embrace of the sea. The waves have rushed up again and again and have been ruthlessly broken for thousands of years.

? We decided to go down and have a closer look. Go to the bottom of the slope and cross the gravel road of twenty or thirty meters. This section of the road may be flooded when it feels high tide. We climbed a boulder, which is the most convenient place to watch without being beaten by the waves. The cool sea breeze carries the water vapor in the waves and blows the hair and clothes. There are only dozens of tourists in Liao Liao, and they are scattered in piles of 351. A few courageous people go further and almost touch the waves.

Looking up, the sky is dark and the mountains are green. Looking from a distance, it is an endless ocean, choppy and endless, and I don't know where the end is. I feel that my eyes are not strong enough to see farther. The rhythm waves of "Hua" and "Pa" nearby are endless, but they are not noisy. This kind of sound seems to be negligible when it is integrated into the huge landscape of mountains and seas, which is somewhat like "cicadas make Lin Jing more secluded". The sea in front of us is gray-blue, and the waves are as transparent and textured as jelly. Tall, dark and smooth boulders are periodically slapped by the waves, neither fast nor slow. I don't know how many times they can advance and retreat a day. For thousands of years, they have never stopped regardless of the outcome. The waves form a rapid surge around the boulder, as if to drag you down, suck you in and push you to the distant sea. With my little swimming skills, I'd better face the danger and stay away from it.

For a time, we sat or stood on the boulder without talking, looking at the scenery with our eyes and thinking with our brains. I can't tell you how long this stone park has existed. Compared with it, our time in the world is a moment. The picture I stand here facing is as insignificant as a grain of sand compared with Taklimakan. Somehow, it seems that there are only eyes and brains left in the trance, which reminds me that "the vastness is like the wind of Feng Xu, and I don't know where it ends;" It's like an independent world. It's a famous sentence. After wandering for a while, my brain returned to my body, feeling slightly windy and cold. This vast and far-reaching natural landscape invisibly gave me a kind of pressure, and I got lost in it. Neither of us wants to stay any longer, so let's take fireworks and chariots back to the familiar living area of mankind.

I thought of Shan Hai Jing, Water Mirror Zhu, Origin of Species and so on. Since the appearance of human beings, we have never stopped exploring, communicating, playing, loving, fascinated and dreaming about nature, mountains, oceans and creatures. In Stone Park, I think as a modern homo sapiens who can think and learn, he is not necessarily smarter and more knowledgeable than the boulder in the wave.