Time: 2010-8- 26 11:10:03 Words: 2259
Three times climbing the garden mountain, I felt it
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Two Donkeys Crossing the Tiger Valley in the Garden Mountain
The mountain is not high, there are immortals will be famous.
In 2010, he finally made up his mind to climb the mountain road in the hot summer.
Why was Yuanshan so charming that I fell in love with her again and again? Thinking about it carefully, it was quite an interesting thing.
The beauty of Yuanshan was not because of its height. It was only 599 meters, and it was not ranked in any rankings in Shen Zhen. It was not majestic, but it was actually ranked as one of the top ten beautiful sights in Shen Zhen. However, thinking about my own experiences, it seemed that Mount Yuan really had that kind of irresistible temptation. The last time I came back from Mount Yuan, I wrote an article titled " Climbing Mount Yuan Tiger Valley: Victory of Will ". It had been a long time since I last wrote, so I wrote a few more lines.
May 2007 (possibly April). It had been too long, and he was really clear about it. Old Yang asked me to go to Yuanshan to play, but I was unwilling because Yuanshan was rarely famous in Shen Zhen. However, according to him, the explorers in Shen Zhen were very happy with Yuanshan. Naturally, he had his reasons.
In any case, he is a bachelor. In addition, Old Yang is very knowledgeable. I don't think it should be wrong. We didn't arrive early. It was already past ten o'clock when we arrived at the entrance of Yuanshan. We had a meal at a nearby restaurant. This correct decision paved the way for our later climb. At around 11 o'clock, we started our real tour of Tiger Valley.
Old Yang was indeed an old donkey. He was well-prepared and there was no lack of food on the road. He was especially familiar with the route. I followed his footsteps and crossed the Dakang Valley. The scenery kept changing, but what remained unchanged was my relaxed mood. Water flowed in the stone, and the stone appeared in the water. I didn't know if the so-called truth was in this realm, but it was quite happy. Jumping on the rocks gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity. It was as if our ancestors were really apes. Otherwise, how could we have passed through the valley smoothly? Old Yang's movements were quite agile, and he kept changing his posture. He really had the strength of a donkey. She scooped up some water and washed her face. It was quite refreshing. This style was really beautiful.
They had lost track of time playing at the front end of the Great Kang Valley. When they reached the Jade Pool, they were exhausted. However, the two donkeys were together, constantly encouraging each other. Naturally, they would not be frightened by a mountain. He began to climb up the stone steps, stopping at the three-layered waterfall on the way. Climbing up again, he finally decided to climb over a ridge to find the legendary Tiger Valley. Along the way, they met many mountaineering teams. They were mighty and mighty. However, when they asked if they had gone to Tiger Valley, no one answered clearly. It seemed that not many people went there to explore. It must be very challenging.
After passing by the wishing tree, they finally found the entrance to Tiger Valley and began their exploration. There was no road on the ground, so we had to cut through the thorns and thorns. Sometimes, we would see the paths that our predecessors had stepped on, and we were really grateful to them. The light inside was very dim, and he couldn't see clearly in broad daylight. Helpless, he could only summon the courage to transmigrate. There was no road on the ground, but it became a road when more people walked. However, it was indeed because there were too few people who left. It seemed that there were donkey hoof prints left by the senior backpacking friend. They were not very clear, so they could always fight their way out. The forest was very quiet, and only the sound of the stream could be heard. The sound of the flowing water was like the roar of a tiger, very realistic. Perhaps this was the origin of Tiger Valley. It seems that my wish to see a South China tiger has been ruined. However, I've long heard from others that the wild South China tigers in China have long been extinct. Otherwise, why would the Tiger Zhou incident be so widespread? It seems that everyone is fantasizing about the South China tigers. The era of tigers running amok and the era of Wu Song has long faded from our sight. We can only hope to hear the roars of tigers in Tiger Valley.
Tiger Valley was worthy of being one of the scenic spots in Yuanshan. Its beauty lay in its strangeness and danger, which satisfied the vanity of the adventurers and old backcountry friends. Old Yang and I took out our phones to confirm if there was any signal. As expected, there was no signal. Our hearts turned cold. What if we got lost?
Time passed by silently as he enjoyed the scenery along the way. He felt a little heartache and it seemed a little ridiculous. He was in a bad mood, so he actually followed Old Yang to go crazy. When could the depression and depression in his heart be truly eliminated? Don't think too much when you're out to play. Tiger Valley is winding, the mountain road is 18 turns, and the waterway is 9 links. It feels like a dragon entering a cave and stepping into a fairyland. Dragonflies sometimes came out of the dense forest with ill intentions and wanted to tease us. We kept stopping and reminiscing about the scenery along the way, wanting to forget the suffering in the world. Old Yang said that it would be very comfortable to sleep here. He really wanted to stop and have a good sleep. It was really too tiring. The pressure of life was suffocating.
I don't have to stop when I go. He was really tired, so he quickened his pace in case he couldn't even reach the top of the mountain. Thus, they began to move quickly. They spoke little along the way, but they did not have a clear impression of the road. He ran around blindly, passed through the dense forest, and could not see the sun. He passed through the bamboo forest, and the temperature plummeted. This place was really mysterious. He stumbled to an unknown place. After flipping through the pictures of his backpacking friend, he found out that it was the old residence of the declining Hakka Douwo. There was a security guard blocking the road in front of them, saying that they couldn't go forward. When they asked if they could directly cross the river to the salt field, they found that this place was very close to the big and small Meisha. They were really excited. Looking up on the Internet, there were many high-level backers who spent nearly two days crossing from Yuanshan Tiger Valley to the big and small Meisha. There were rumors on the Internet that there were salamanders in Tiger Valley. On the way, he saw Old Yang suddenly running all the way as if he was really chasing some ferocious beast. Could there really be salamanders? When he came back, he asked, saying that he saw an object that looked like a gecko. Could it be the legendary salamander, a place where dragons and crouching tigers hid?
He didn't talk nonsense with the security guards. After discussing with Old Yang, he began to head up the mountain. On the way, he passed by the Guandi Temple and sincerely bowed and made a wish.
Donkey Buhuo strode towards the top of the mountain. Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion of our physical strength from crossing the Dakang Valley and Tiger Valley, but we were actually very tired from climbing the mountain that was originally easy. However, everyone was used to traveling through mountains and rivers, so they naturally wouldn't be intimidated by the difficulties in front of them. There was a bright red flag halfway up the mountain, which was very eye-catching. It became an inexhaustible motivation for us to climb to the peak.
He walked and rested along the way. Occasionally, he would take a bird's eye view of the Henggang and the salt pan when he reached a gap. He felt that he was much taller. He could only see further when he was standing high. He finally climbed to the red flag with all his might. The rock nearby was very steep. Looking up again, it turned out that it was not the peak. He was really disappointed. However, since he was here, there was no reason for him not to take a look at the peak. He struggled again and sweated profusely. Finally, he finished the last bottle of water and the last drop of sweat. He climbed to the top of the peak. There was only a very large platform above. On a whim, Old Yang took off his coat and enjoyed the comfort of the peak with his upper body bare.
However, dark clouds were rolling in the sky as if rain was falling. Just as they were thinking, nine raindrops fell from the sky. It was not safe to stay on the peak, so everyone quickly retreated and fled this beautiful place. He went down the mountain quickly. He passed by a line of sky on the way and finally had a good meal at the entrance of the garden mountain. This trip drew a perfect end.
A romantic trip to the mountains led by a donkey
It was the end of 2008, around December, and the weather was a little cold. At that time,
Some Things in 2010
Update time 2011-1-421:42:31 Words: 1089
Random Talk 2010
And mosquitoes
This thing was rumored to be one of the three pests, but everyone hated it to the bone. Whether it was the hot summer or the cool autumn, mosquitoes were always around, making everyone quite uncomfortable.
I had a natural hatred for this kind of animal. Although flies were hateful, they were just flamboyant near the manure pit or staring at the food. It was unbearable to look at. Where were the mosquitoes? They were born to drink blood and loved to draw beautiful patterns on people's bodies. It really made people feel very uncomfortable. Especially when you were sleeping soundly and were suddenly woken up by a buzzing sound, it was really maddening. After being mad for a long time, there was still no sign of the mosquito. Therefore, the two little lovers grabbed fiercely under the blanket, trying to catch the culprit of the evil and eliminate all obstacles. At this moment, the biggest thought was to find the essential balm. Suddenly, they realized that this thing had been used up and did not want to turn on the light. Therefore, they grabbed and grabbed each other. The two of them rolled back and forth, trying to chase away the unlovable mosquito. Bombers were still ringing in his ears.
Mosquitoes are really annoying, but the strange thing is that these things have their own rules of activity. In the hot summer, the temperature is above 35 degrees, and they disappear. In the cold winter night, the temperature is below 10 degrees, and they disappear. In short, in my memory, they always cause trouble when everyone wants to sleep the most. When you use your hands to smash them into pieces, the ones who die are mosquitoes. The blood that flows out is indeed our own blood. If you really want to eliminate all harmful insects, you will be invincible.
In fact, the mosquitoes were just used to vent their frustrations. This society was too funny. My father was Li Gang. If my dad wasn't Li Gang, many things wouldn't have become a topic. Therefore, to humans, mosquitoes always made fun of people. In exchange, humans hated them. In this instant, many things changed.
I really wanted to write something to describe my feelings at this moment, but I didn't have a suitable sentence. It was as if everything was destined. Perhaps there was still a chance to save everything. The road ahead and the road behind had been blocked. It was not easy to walk on it properly.
On New Year's Eve, what I think and feel
Counting with his fingers, he had already entered the 30-year-old gate and entered the countdown. The days had finally achieved absolute victory silently. Thinking about my 30 years, if I could live to 90 years old, one-third of my life would be wasted, and two-thirds would be left. Life might not treat me badly. I would follow the rules and still live decently. Life had already opened its wings to welcome my triumphant return. How should I write my 2011? It was time for everything to begin.
The year 2010 was coming to an end, and a new era would begin the day after tomorrow. Looking back on the past year, he had a myriad of thoughts. He could not help but feel extremely emotional. Looking forward to 2011, he drew his sword and looked around at a loss.
One of the events of 2010-The Age of Turmoil
Although he was already in his thirties and was not young, 2010 was still turbulent. He kept looking for new opportunities and hoped to make a breakthrough in his work.
I just came to Xiangde not long ago, and everything seemed to be new. Challenge and opportunity coexisted, struggle and wandering coexisted. Every day, I had to accept the boss's theory-how to be a person? Now that he thought about it, most of what he said was right. It was a waste of talent not to be a lecturer. So it was interesting to recall what happened yesterday, but it seemed that everything had changed. Everything seemed to continue. Where would I go tomorrow? This was a question that he had been pondering over for too long.
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