Forest Green Mountain 1 1000 Waterfalls and Gullies

In South Taihang, there is a place among network celebrities, which is the Thousand Waterfalls Valley in Yamazaki.

Qianbaogou is a winding and rushing stream, which is more than ten miles away from Linzhou city. There are steep cliffs on both sides of the river, and the road twists and turns westward along the river. There are more than ten miles of lingering, from the foot of the mountain to the Taihang cliff. Of course, villages, terraces and trees are scattered on both sides of the road. Of course, a little closer, there will be people, animals, dogs and stone houses. There are people in the world, countless tourists who yearn for mountains and rivers, and spring flowers, autumn scenery and winter snow.

For Taihang Mountain water, the beauty of Qianpugou is charming, soft and dynamic. For me, the Thousand Waterfalls is mine, because I am near here, and because I can go at any time, there is no time inconvenience; Whether it is spring or winter, the peach blossom blooms first, or it snows heavily in winter. Although the distance and poetry are the most beautiful, they are all scenery on the road, and it takes time to sort out the mood and make up. For me, the beauty of a thousand waterfalls and ditches is sloppy, unreserved and without heavy makeup. Sometimes, I come not to watch the storm, but to relax, and in this rambling walk, the beauty of thousands of waterfalls and gullies shows another kind of beauty. Maybe it's like a married girl, that kind of uneasy mood, maybe it's like a desperate mood, all of which are shown.

I remember that in my memory, it was called Li Gou in Taoyuan, but I don't know who named it Qian Waterfall Gou's busybody, only that it was in recent years. I remember once a foreign tourist kept asking me where there were thousands of waterfalls. I pointed to this stream and said to him: the mountain people built stones on this stream to store water, forming countless waterfalls. Do you want to say there are thousands? I don't know.

On Linzhou Avenue, you will see the archway of taoyuan village, and walk a few hundred meters south along the Hongziyou main canal, and you will see the Taoyuan Aqueduct. This is the throat project of the first main canal of Hongqi Canal, which is tens of meters high from the bottom of the river to the shore. There is only one bridge to let the water in the first main canal cross the south bank. Under the conditions at that time, we could only build a canal and a road on the canal by relying on a stone and supported by several piers built with stones. This was a man-made miracle at that time. I remember when I was a teenager, Vice Premier Li Xiannian accompanied an African president to visit here.

A dam blocked the stream and stopped its flow. There is no grand canyon outside Pinghu. But there are also breezes rippling, especially when the reservoir is full, the blue waves are rippling, and the drizzling birds sweep the water. Sometimes, there are fishermen in twos and threes polishing time here. Passing the reservoir is the confluence of two streams, one from Tianping Mountain and the other from the west. This is what people call a thousand waterfalls.

In recent years, the villagers built a memorial arch at the entrance of the village, carved with bluestone. Once you pass the stone archway, it seems to be the beginning of reading thousands of waterfalls. The first thing I saw was a place surrounded by bamboo forests. Several rooms were built by the river and several stone tables were placed in the yard. Especially in Chai Men, there is a pair of couplets, and calligraphy is still kung fu. Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can enjoy Nanshan leisurely, which aroused Weng Tao's interest. There is a fork in the road at the entrance of the village, which leads to the gliding base through a small bridge. It was only built in recent years, and some people who like flying can fly to the blue sky here. In countless days, I have stood on this small bridge countless times and watched the stream flow down from the upstream. The swift stream hits the white rocks, and the layers of water seem to fall from the sky, with weeds and unknown birds beside the stream. Sometimes, just standing here, thinking nothing, thinking everything, natural mountains and rivers flow into the soul, but the years drift with the tide, the homesickness of many generations. A river is a silent poem. In this poem, how small we are, on the contrary, how great we feel, which magnifies our pain and feelings.

The road is next to the village and the river is next to the road. For rivers, rivers flow from west to east and all the way to the distance. But I walked from east to west, and the water in the river became a little bigger after I passed the village.

After Guo Jiayuan Village, a few hundred meters to the west, it is a bigger dam, surrounded by willows, and there is a big stone on the south side of the pool. Twenty years ago, young people from the unit came back from the countryside and swam here together. At that time, there were many children in the mountains. A group of naked boys took off their dicks and jumped into the pool from this big rock. It was the most beautiful time in the mountains. In the early 1990s, there was relatively more land in the mountains. There was a little wasteland at the corner of the mountain, and this stream was also convenient for watering the land. I don't panic with food in my hand.

Along the ordinary path, through Mochi Village, I came to a pool. This is a small pool, like a big barrel. It is raining now, and the stream is weak. I slowly flow into this ordinary pool. Standing on the shore, I saw that the pool was bottomless and the water was so deep blue. But the villagers gave it a mythical legend, saying that an Eight Immortals splashed ink here, so it was called Mo Chi, and the village next to it was called Mochi Village. On the shore, an ancient temple was built. When I walked into the temple, I realized that it had been rebuilt for more than a thousand years, generation after generation. This is the culture of mountain areas,

At the end of the road is Xiaonian Village, and the car can only drive here. There is a parking lot here. It was originally charged by an old man. Maybe we are the first generation to have a picnic here, but once we forgot to bring our knives, so I came to borrow them from the old man. However, what I said was ten years ago. Last year, I went to Xiaonian Village with a friend. The old man has passed away. After vicissitudes of life, the youngest son of the old man built a farmhouse in the old man's house, and his son took over the parking lot.

If you want to go upstream, you can only walk. A few years ago, you had to go through an iron gate. If you want to go through this door, leave the money on the way. A man calls himself Hao Jiashan. The mountain is Haojiashan. There is a legend here that a group of soldiers tried to attack the mountain, but they couldn't attack it for a long time. They put up signs and asked for good advice. A shepherd, whose sheep knocked down the placard, was caught by the soldiers herding sheep, and he was asked to make suggestions, otherwise his head would be beheaded. The shepherd had no good plan, so he had to go down the mountain to find an old man in Haojiashan. The old man had an idea, found a group of shepherds, tied torches to the horns, and drove the sheep to feint in the dark. When people on the mountain saw torches all over the mountain, they ran away in fear. Finally, the mountain was given to the shepherd, who also gave some to the old people in Haojiacun. I don't know if this legend is true or not, but it has always been called Haojiashan.

After Haojiashan, it is sparsely populated. In the past, only woodcutters and shepherds could go upstream. The stream comes from a cliff, and I have only been there once. I stepped on the stones in the river and used my hands and feet. This road is the river.

I am a passer-by in Qianpugou.

And the owner here has lived here for generations, opening terraces along the river. They use streams to irrigate fields, build canals along mountains and build hydropower stations.

Of course, there are photos of the first generation mountaineer, mountaineer Zhang Dengshan, which explain the beauty of thousands of waterfalls from different angles. Yes, for mountain climbers, the mountains around Qianpugou are very challenging. I don't know who said that. The mountain is waiting for me. A broad-minded word is like a lover waiting for a lovesick person. For a mountaineer, this sentence is probably the most affectionate.

Perhaps the best thing is spring, which is like an immortal bird growing in the cold wind. The peach blossoms on the mountain are the ones that can appreciate the color of spring best. That year, I wrote a short article about spring, "Looking for Spring", which was published in Hongqi Canal Newspaper. After reading it in the local newspaper for a long time, I can't express my joy.

Of course, once I took my wife to see a pot of flowers on a motorcycle, just like the Shandandan flower in the picture, and the mountain people called it Juan Dan flower. Just to see a potted plant, because my wife loves flowers. I have seen this kind of flower in Xiaonian Village. The next spring, the villagers said there were still flowers in another village, so the two of us walked to find flowers. Once I was walking along a mountain road, there was only one old man in the village, surrounded by dandelions, just to pick some dandelions. Perhaps it was because he was too lonely for the old man, sitting in someone else's yard doing nothing and chatting with him about some things in the mountains. Sometimes, along the canal in the village, I go to see the apricot flowers all over the mountain. The fields in the mountains are deserted, and the world is full of apricot flowers and honey bees. There is a feeling of wind, flowers and flying. Sometimes I think, I don't know if Dashan remembers me, but I remember this mountain.

Thousand Waterfalls Gully is also a nostalgic place. My father pushed coal and broke his leg. It was an old man herding sheep in Guo Jiayuan village who was asked to pick it up. Old people tend sheep all the year round and are skilled in leg transplantation. He is also very enthusiastic. Later, he had to change the medicine. At that time, I pushed my bicycle along the twelve canals and walked step by step to Guo Jiayuan Village in Qianbaogou. After more than twenty years, I met people in the village and have been asking about the old people. It's a pity that everyone has left. As a descendant of my father, I can only remember this old man by this short article.

Sometimes I think that there were more and more people in Pugou a few years ago. I think there may be several factors. One is that there is no need for tickets, and the other is that there is a stream here. For me, the more people, the more cars. I am a person who doesn't like excitement, so I won't come in the busiest summer and autumn season in Qianpu Valley. Winter comes a little more, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, people think of Taihang, and the mountain roads in other places are rugged, so I have to retreat. Stepping on the cement road leading to the gliding base, in the cold wind of winter, stepping on thick snow, watching the Taihang Mountain in the distance, especially in the morning, the winter sunshine gently hits the mountain. At this time, the scenery in Taihang is the most beautiful, colorful, quiet and peaceful. It's winter vacation now, so it's easy to buy new year's goods in the city, and there's little time to prepare them. Then the atmosphere of Chinese New Year is much less fun than when I was a teenager. And wandering in the mountains, watching people kill pigs, starting from catching pigs in pigsty, the neighbors in the village went into battle together until the water boiled and molted, and the pig became two pieces. Sometimes I am very happy to see it and buy some myself. The pigs raised by the villagers have no feed, and the meat is particularly fragrant. The ice hanging in the front waterfall ditch is also very beautiful. The bigger the snow, the stronger the cold wind, and the better the ice hanging. At a mining site, small ice piles formed by dripping water, like mushrooms after rain, attracted people from thousands of miles away to watch.

For the indigenous people in the mountains, the most comprehensive is probably the first day of the New Year. Car after car, with homesickness, taste of the year, customs and filial piety, formed a mighty army of New Year greetings, coming from all directions. At this time, the happiest day for the old people who stayed in the mountains was prepared from the night before, and the lunch at noon was a family photo.

Thousands of waterfalls and gullies are also human. There are more than a dozen villages scattered on both sides of the ravine, and the young people in the villages have all gone down the mountain. Especially the village on the top of the cliff is the earliest generation of immigrants. There is a small village called Ling Tao. There is only one old man named Guo in the village. He is a warm-hearted man who once led our mountaineering team across the road. A few years ago, the golden bell and cypress were very hot. I went up the mountain to pick the golden bell and cypress and fell down from the mountain. He was dead for several days when he found it. I said: He was eaten by Kim Jong-bai. Human nature will not become pure and quiet because of remoteness, nor is it a paradise, although countless people yearn for it and want to be isolated from the world and send their feelings here.

Of course, the beauty of 1000 waterfalls and gullies is fascinating. Some people have built villas here and want to live a pastoral life. The construction of villa after villa has destroyed the beauty of nature. This spring, I saw a thousand waterfalls and ditches, and I saw the villa being demolished. I gave a thousand waterfalls and ditches wild beauty, and my heart was much more cheerful. That's the way it is in the world. There is a kind of beauty that cannot be monopolized. If it is a monopoly, it is greed and god forbid.

Writing intermittently is an idea. I also know that this is not a word, but the smoke in Qianpu Gully has been tormenting me. With such scenery, it's like a place where God cured me. People in the Jianghu can't help themselves. Perhaps, in this landscape, you are no longer an actor, showing your true colors, your smile, your crying, your happiness and your sadness. It is not the history of time changes, for example, the young people in the village left and the people outside the mountain came again.

I am an old-fashioned person. For the thousand waterfalls landscape, I feel that it is mine in my heart. Because whenever I feel happy, annoyed and bored, it snows in winter even if spring comes. Whether you consciously or unconsciously, you will cross your legs and visit this landscape, just like dating an old friend or lover. Of course, I only know the beauty, quietness, depth and Zen skin of the Thousand Waterfalls.