Visit a real paradise

Visit a real paradise

By admin 0 Comment 2019-02-26

There is a scholar said, life is like this: starting again, again and again say goodbye, again and again to reach.And each time starting, is a spiritual purification, every goodbye is a spiritual conversion, and each time arrives, is the realization of a dream.In fact, a rider’s life is not just that it.We escape the hustle and bustle of the city, not that eager to get a spiritual purification of it?We get rid of depressed cities, hope and pray not that you get a heart catharsis?Us away from worldly tired, do not pursue is to have a spiritual sustenance it?And when we plunge into the embrace of nature, life and soul of a trip it starts.    Eleven wind howling winter morning.There are a group of people, a group of people fond of riding, a group of tireless people, With a young and fiery heart, decided to embark on distant and arduous journey, in order to realize a dream, one soul travel.    After Osaka surface, and then ride about seven kilometers, we reach the village of monuments.Monuments village is located three Interchange, north along the river side of the highway leading to the Osaka side, along the southwest side of the street Min highway connecting Lake Reservoir, south east direction direct access to the Daping pit and blue.Its location is not any in history today is very important.As for the origin of the name of the village monuments and all sorts of stories and legends about it, just ask older people, they will know clearly.Also here is also rich in coal, mining history of decades.    Taping direction from monuments to ride a population of about one kilometer to the right of a fork in the road leading to the green will pit, a hundred meters ahead along the way came to a small villages, the village named.From village to village mouth monuments familiar to me, because my childhood nearly two years of time is spent in here.    The early seventies, the land of China set off a wave of building water conservancy projects, construction of roads.Year for the construction of a road from the port to the monuments Daping direction, Osaka face the people’s commune government to deploy a number of strong labor each production team, consisting of a road the army, went to the site, conduct a full swing of socialist construction.My father is proud to be one of them, and I, for various reasons, but also spirits errand camel follow this road two years of army life.This year the army on the road might live in each household in the village of.During the day the big people go to the site roads, I and my little friends go to school.Although the day had a very hard, but life is full of childhood and fun.Weekdays from school to school, summer, touched on the river snails catch the loach, fall, mountains catch the birds picking berries in the evening, watch movies listen to the elders tell stories.As the days passed, my childhood story takes place every day with……    Now return visit, really mixed feelings; childhood experiences, memories.Thirty years later, here it has shrunk.The only constant is the mountains here and the water here, and this piece of childbearing raising people’s land here.I’m trying to find blot childhood, a myriad of thoughts.Hazy, as if the shuttle in the time tunnel where everything becomes looming.    Roar of the machine side of the road pulled me back to reality.Hey!Life is life, a herbal autumn of life for everyone only once.Apart from a brief sigh of life, but also what came to realize from the meaning of life in it?Into nature this beautiful home, maybe we’ll find the answer right mind.    Two riding along the cement road forward about three kilometers, will enter the Green Village boundary.Here the mountain of momentum enough to shock your mind, the right of the towering mountain, a great full force; the left is a bottomless ravines, cliffs, a mountain is like going up from the bottom.Each mountain close look independently, is fused afar.In between this hill with a V to form a vast mountain range, continuous.    Given the nature of the magical beauty of the mountains will make you amazing.Almost all the beauty this world you can be found here and experience.The beauty here is simply a natural beauty, a wild beauty, a pristine beauty, a beauty without any polish.The distance, it is a silent beauty, a mysterious beauty, a beauty of rhythm; close up, it is the United States one kind of broad, bare beauty take off clothes one kind of a stoic beauty.In short all this beauty, breathtaking beauty, beautiful people feel hopeless.In fact, the real beauty of the mountains, did a “beautiful” words can express, and the mountains to the style of thousands of people living in the city is unable to feel.    This is a free world, a world madding crowd.Into the depths of the mountain, you become a person unfettered.As long as you stay in the mountains for some time, even a few minutes, you came to realize that the soul of the mountains, listening to the breathing of the mountains, feel the pulse of the mountain, the mountain peek into the inner world.    Mountains make one simple.Here, a move all fallen useless, and all matter becomes superfluous fame.No matter how you are a great man, or a celebrity; no matter how you are a rich man or the poor; and no matter how you are an arrogant person, or a dangerous person, in front of the mountain you will always be subtle small.Who you are you, the parents of a newborn baby from a primitive.    Mountains, a land of human freedom, the land back to nature.    Three teams in an almost isolated in the mountains road driving, seven Shui eight around the.After a few corners, eyes suddenly light up, there a civilian houses in a valley at the open flat.what!This is Green Village, buried a small village in the mountains.I had not yet reached the people here will not think, in this almost forgotten corner, even hidden a free small world.All houses are scattered in the valley and hillside, the house is mostly wooden structure, appearance, has some years.Front of the house and some pond construction, pond stocked with white duck; some piece of open space, build above the sun and other crops with shelf.There are houses built in the side of rice fields, from afar the house seems to be embedded in the rice fields like.Hillside fruit trees and vegetables planted everywhere around.And then again into the film into a piece of bamboo forest, there is a sea of bamboo, bamboo in the world.    But for now parked in a number of vehicles leading to this village cement road, you are hard to find here traces of modern civilization.Everything here seems quaint, but added that the anti-reinforced concrete room gives a sense of the eyesore.    When we reach the village, coincided with farmers picking oranges.At first glance, the street piled with boxes of packaged golden orange.The owner of Orange cyclist see us all the way, in addition to admire, and many do not understand.They smile, very hospitable, have invited us to oranges.Although we do not understand them, but from their manners and conversation, you can see where people normally get along very well, simple folk.    Made us moved, when we asked to borrow his stove to cook a farmer, he even stopped to do their own meal and let us do first, and also took out two rice pot to our home.For dinner we asked him and his children to eat together, refusing him.Finally, in our repeated invitation, he let his children to share our stuff.Mountains people are so kind and friendly.Perhaps this landscape gives them a love, perhaps long-term hard work is to let them experience the hard-won life, so cherish the friendship between people, simply understand the truth and acted.    Walking in the idyllic village, eating rice farmers out of the pot, experience with the simplicity of folk customs here, looking at the front of this piece makes attachment landscape.I ask myself: This is the legendary paradise on earth, or reality in paradise?    Four lunch, time is already two in the afternoon, together with some members physically tight, originally scheduled for mountain climbing Lohan plans had to be canceled.But there are eight of us that, while players can not climb to the top, but at least to a small mountain to experience the charm of Ocean Hill.So we began a slow climb from the foot.    Rugged mountain scenery and natural beauty.First thing eyelid is a large a large lush, ordered and Bamboo.At first glance, the field of vision within, there is no end.Between bamboo and bamboo patchwork, well spacing, bamboo chiseled, steadily climbing steadily high.Forest ground, weed shrubs, during embellishment.Xu mountain breeze, bursts of cool, looked up, bamboo dancing.Seeing this, Gankaiwanduan, intoxicated meantime, not extricate themselves.So paradise, how pleasant, how to enjoy, and how the soul does not keep the soul.    Climbing all the way, bamboo gone, just sorry.Eyes light up, another view, searing.A fir forest, thick and straight, fun to watch.The more up air more pure, more biting mountain, the more dense forest.Here’s unusually rich forest resources, plant and animal species.The trees are tall, leafy shade, such as cover.The most amazing is that the mountains of exuberant vitality of trees, hundreds of years has really born and die, it was built several hundred years dead, hundreds of years back and is immortal na.There are dwarf plants, everywhere, tangled vines, criss-crossing.Sticks and dry leaves on the ground, layer upon layer, ground and loose soil is very fertile.Unique natural landscape: cliff, cliffs, Fei Liu, waterfalls, streams, babbling equally divided between Brin.From time to time you can smell spring ding-dong, the birds crowing.    Walk through this quiet depths of the forest, you can understand what ecstasy, what is isolated.Here is a quiet and harmonization of green homes, animals and plants of the United Kingdom, but also gave birth to a tenacious vitality of the green treasure house.    Unfortunately, time is late, we can not continue to climb, with a trace of regret had to down.    Green pit unless we bid farewell to the mountains, pray in my heart, I hope this evergreen, flowers, no pain, no sorrow.I hope to be here forever, “Shangri-La”.    Once again, we look back to the mountain, reluctantly.    Once again, we look at this piece of landscape, heart meditation: Green pit!Ocean Hill!Goodbye!