"Walking" in Bitterness —— Riding Taiping Lake

After riding for two days in a row, I posted the local customs in the form of pictures on the WeChat circle of friends, mainly for recording, but in any case, it was always somewhat ostentatious. Among the lively comments, I think one of them hit the nail on the head: eat, drink and be merry in pain. Does young y have such a mixed feeling of love and hate? I think tourism is not only a visual satisfaction, it seems to imply a certain mission, and you seem to be responsible, so you have to work hard. In this way, the people and things in those trips, feelings and scenery can gradually come alive, otherwise the past will be like a smoke, quickly gone with the wind, and riding is just a pleasure in suffering, which makes the story erode and precipitate in your mind, brewing sweet and fragrant memories.

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who doesn't feel excited when the happy long vacation comes as scheduled? But how to face it is also a problem. During the long vacation, it was "there is no need to worry about the sunset in the long distance", so I chose to ride. On October 2nd, accompanied by the morning breeze, we rode as promised. When we left the 318 national highway where cars shuttled and drove into the rural road with few cars and few people, our mood became more relaxed, and the frequency of boarding became more and more brisk. Easy to cross Lushan Mountain, after a short rest in Yunling, we headed for the first goal-Baofeng Cliff. Baofeng Cliff is located in the famous Taohuatan Scenic Area. For thousands of years, Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is Deep in thousands of feet" has made the reputation of Taohuatan resound at home and abroad, but the sudden appearance of Baofeng Cliff, which is a combination of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, is really unknown. Shakespeare said, "Experience is a gem, which is a matter of course, because it often pays a great price." This is also the truth that I deeply realized during this ride. We could have arrived at Baofeng Cliff at eleven o'clock. Because we trusted our colleague C's so-called "a n experienced person" experience, we traveled far and near, and took a big circle. Fortunately, on the way, we also met a couple from Jiangxi who were working outside. They drove a brand-new SUV and rushed to their hometown in Jiangxi. In the roadside pavilion, they took out a folding Xiao Mu table from the car and lit a small gas stove to rinse happily. And we didn't have the worst lunch in the world until one o'clock in the afternoon. Baofeng Cliff is close at hand, knowing in our hearts that the tourism propaganda about Baofeng Cliff is just a gimmick, and the purpose of our trip is to debunk its "myth" and quickly confirm our judgment, but when we stand at the intersection, we are once again faced with the choice of direction. "People can't step into the same river twice", but once again, we have chosen to go further and further. Asking for directions is better than getting lost. In fact, on a strange road, I like to ride and stop all the way to ask questions. As a result, I also met many strangers. Along the way, I met a middle-aged woman who enthusiastically showed us the way, a warm-hearted truck driver, an amiable grandmother, two little girls who stared at us with curious eyes, the yellow bank up wall in the sun, the gray-blue shadow in the alley and the gray-blue slate on the road ... We actually belonged to Huangshan Taiping. The joy of being able to settle down in Taiping Inn early was gone, and we looked at each other and accepted the punishment of blind obedience in embarrassment. Endure the burden of hatred, along the long county road, over the mountains, when we passed through a beautiful tunnel, Taiping Lake suddenly appeared in front of us like a fairy. Under the afterglow of the sunset, the calm lake water and lush mountains showed tenderness, and the almost tired body and mind were injected with new vitality. At dusk, we finally arrived at the inn. Ride for 12 kilometers. In order to ride in Longmenling tomorrow, we went to sleep comfortably and early in the inn.

? Longmenling is a lingering haze in my heart. Four years ago, four of us rode Huangshan Mountain in the heat and summer, and it was Longmenling that made us flee. The reasons are probably hot weather, inadequate preparation, fatigue after drinking, continuous long-distance riding, psychological hints from others and so on. "once you take a fall, you learn." When I got up the next day, although I woke up early, I still felt that my physical strength had been completely restored. Standing on the three-story balcony of the inn, the chill came, and the lights that occasionally passed quickly on the road not far away were from far and near, like lightning tearing apart the dark night, forming beautiful light bands, and the roaring motor sound also broke the silence of the morning. Looking at the dark and stocky mountain shadow under the blue sky, I feel that there is some mysterious power similar to mandrill in the darkness. When the night gradually faded, I walked to the lake alone. Against the backdrop of the mountains like Dai, the lake was covered with a layer of white fog. In the slight morning breeze, it fluctuated slightly, like a beautiful woman lying flat and breathing evenly, protruding from the rocks on the lake. A few birds chirped and jumped around happily, which was really like a dream ... It was dawn, and we were already riding on the road, approaching Longmenling. The ramp was unusually cold and cheerless. Only the farmers who got up early to work wore thick cotton-padded jacket and drove motorcycles past me. The trucks carrying goods made a huge roar and slowly overtook me. I lowered my head, gasped and stared at the wheels. So I conquered the long slope of more than 9 meters, which made people a little suspicious of life. In riding, especially when challenging long slopes, I am not impulsive, not lax, not afraid, and bow my head. This is the biggest gain of my riding. In fact, life is not the case!

? After breakfast in Gantang Town, we have been riding happily on the beautiful highway leading to Taiping Lake Scenic Area. Twenty kilometers of mountain roads, ups and downs, "the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn", lush mountains, tall and straight poplars on both sides, Huizhou cornices flying in the sun, and friendly greetings from cyclists who meet from time to time, make you feel the beauty of life and the joy of riding. In the scenic spot of Taiping Lake, when I was faced with the vast lake surrounded by three low mountains, I thought of the "mistakes" I witnessed in Tibet last year, "Namco" and "Yang Zhuo Yong Cuo" ... Compared with Taiping Lake, the "mistakes" in Tibet are pure and beautiful, and Taiping Lake is a beautiful and restrained family. It is boundless, and the pure sunshine in autumn sets off her beautiful heroic posture. If it weren't for the spray from the speeding jet skis on the lake, you really thought that the blue lake was completely still. The beautiful Taiping Lake makes people dream and miss it. In fact, I really want to stay, but I can't help saying goodbye to it. But the bigger challenge in this ride is waiting for us. In the water shop at the foot of Jiuhualing in Yongfeng Township, Taiping, when I heard Taiping locals say that Jiuhualing, which we are about to climb, is longer and steeper than Longmenling, my heart almost collapsed. Hungry and suffering from pain, I have completely become an ascetic. But after that, I also tasted the most delicious moon cake in my life. On an empty mountain road in the middle of nowhere and nowhere, during a short stop, I actually found a sign next to a farmer that read "handmade moon cakes" askew. In a simple workshop, rows of big and round old moon cakes were arranged in order on the chopping board. Two old people bowed their heads and skillfully kneaded dough, rolled skin, stuffed stuffing and baked. When they saw my arrival, they greeted me warmly. In fact, I never did. Chatting while eating, it turns out that the two old people should have entertained their grandchildren, but the hard-working nature of the farmers and the encouragement of their children let them continue to experience the happiness brought by labor. Mooncakes are mainly sold through the Internet, and the supply is in short supply, yes! In today's information-developed society, who is worried about "goods are unknown in the mountains"? When riding, I feel hungry, just like standing in a vast and boundless field. My empty eyes can only stare at the dim sky, but now everything around me has become bright again. I even saw an eagle flying freely over the green bamboo forest under the blue sky ...