In my three decades of life, visited a number of areas, but many of them as time goes by I have gradually been forgotten. The Zhangjiajie is not, steep mountains, flowing water, and honest people in my memory not only has not faded, but with the growth in the years appears more clear, and some details of the recall, as if the same as happened yesterday.
When I went to Zhangjiajie is already five years ago, in order to avoid the crowds, I chose the winter. At that time the Northeast is already drifting snow, while the sun is still gentle and charming Zhangjiajie.
Zhangjiajie, Zhangjiajie City, away from the station about 10 kilometers away from the city of Zhangjiajie in Zhangjiajie Forest Park, there are at least 20 kilometers away. I've lost count of how the station came from the urban area, just remember that a certain street in the city street of small shops, after eating a bowl of noodles, then the guidance of the owner, came to the way to the forest park bus station .
Sit light on the experience of the local drivers in the winding of the winding Road Speed of adventure, and accompanied by bursts of car people exclaimed, when the entrance to the park already has found that even the forehead sweat mark. Zhangjiajie City is not a very unique city, and I now can not remember the specific city looks like, but this winding Road to the Speed has become my experience as a city of Zhangjiajie in the most profound memories.
When I went to Forest Park is already the afternoon hours, the sun exposure from the rich shade of the trees where down stream where the roadside shine, so the trees are glistening Ying rounds played. Because it is low season, so visitors within a scarce throughout the woods, ears full of echoes of the sound of water and birds. Feeling kind of left the hubbub of whom indulge me immediately. Vaguely remember that the park seems to have some Qifengyishi and cultural landscape, but to me the most impressive is the share of the forest silence and tranquility.
I am probably about 3 o'clock in the afternoon to reach the export of forest park, remember where there is a small stone bridge, cross the bridge after they no longer have the kind of forest moss stone road, get replaced is a gravel road, leading to stacked barrier in front of undulating hills, there is a truck or tractor is parked in a small side of the bridge, issued by the impatient tone will pull you from a dream, back to reality. I do not remember how the latter route is chosen, and now my memory recall in the next few hours was a blank, until I met a few soldiers, and with them came a Hakka Inn.
I have just graduated from that time soon if not heard, "backpack", "self-help" such as vocabulary, but I like Beizhao Bao Piaodang around to see a wide variety of scenery, encounter a variety of people. As a legacy from our school during the frugal style, so the cost of each trip are not large, usually income from work is entirely affordable. Zhangjiajie trip is definitely the best memories of my life, one of beauty, military and inns constitute a beautifully chic but fascinating fragment of time and space has vivid in my mind.
I remember the afternoon in a sparsely-populated mountain walking at least 20 km, then a light came from behind to open (previously I do not know the mountains in Zhangjiajie also pass a small bus), in my side to stop The three soldiers stuck to my head and shouted:
"On the bus bar, soon to be dark days!"
I looked at the days, only to find the sun has been hanging on the opposite side of the jian, the fog has begun between the diffuse peaks. The night is a dangerous mountain, which is in my Taishan mountain forests have gotten to (and still think there is also scared), so I got on without hesitation.
"Are you come here?" One of them asked me. I used the smile and nod in reply. So the three of them looked at each other, smile showing approval. Maybe in their minds, only the soldiers will march in this mountain walking such a long journey.
"Joining us about it." So I became a member of them.
It Jia Hakka Inn is not the kind of martial arts in the elegant or strange, but a very ordinary hotel. The hotel counter sat a handsome young people, tells us that the price of each room is 15 yuan, but after a few fellow soldiers, "vested with" full Kanjia, finally down to 5 yuan. "Season price of more than 80 it will happen," said that young innocent smile.
Zhangjiajie mainly Hakka mainly sitting in front of me off the family of this young man and then I saw the other Hakka, as are the face of urban life without corrosion outspoken and honest. I was similar at this age young people with their own produced a great affection, and he told me, the only naked person in military uniform is clearly filled with curiosity. So after a few minutes later, we became friends. Only then did I know that he is the owner of this Inn. In my three friends in uniform, the strong request of his young boss agreed to our four fire bath.
"I'm just one person can not, you help me." So I have to assume the responsibility of the kotelshchik. The local mountains without running water, but each family had built a small reservoir is not used to dress rain, and then through the piping of water diverted to the various rooms. After about half an hour, I enjoyed a near-luxury of hot water bath (do not forget that we only paid a total of 20 yuan).
After dinner, the young owner and his cook Hakka to my room, we talked all night drinking beer. Lawton day so that I unwittingly fall asleep, woke up the next day found his body covered by two layers of blankets, let me once again lament the Hakka's kindness.
The next day's trip I was through with his companions and soldiers, since they have only the remainder of the day, so we came up with the speed of a forced march, in a day touring around all the main attractions nearby. Most of these places the name I have forgotten, only remember a "bandit's nest", also saw a few decades ago left some traces of western Hunan bandits. Now think of it must be very funny scene at the time, several people in the deserted mountains to hide the bomb as a deserter in the same run around.
On the third day early in the morning, soldiers will be marching sun left his companions, though less than two days to get along, but the difference when I still feel a faint hint of sadness. Have gathered there, and this is my journey out of the enlightenment. Do not need to take leave of the over-sentimental, because you will encounter other people, something else.
I have to live together before and after the Hakka Inn for six days, each day brought up on good food and water to the nearby attractions cruise. Because it is low season, the young owner of the Hakka often have time to take me to a nearby Probe into Rover. I remember one of the most beautiful attractions is the "back garden", where the mountain gods, but also refined than bonsai. It is said that the rainy season, there is always misty, is tantamount to an immortal situation. But what is distraught that happens out of my camera shutter fault, my trip to Zhangjiajie where my shadow copies could not leave a complete record.
Is still very cool mountain night, the day after dinner I have with the young boss, chef, and one for stopping by female relatives sitting around the fireplace next to the Kaohuo chat. Local stove and oven used in the rural north-east are very different, and its shape can not even be regarded as a complete "stove", only a round-table-sized hoop, the bottom welding can only be installed with the size of a briquette iron container. Coal burning in the container, it is published in the hoop on the feet, legs and feet so they will not feel the cold. However, there is no smoke facilities, so the room is always filled with a thick smell of soot. Female relative who is a skilled well-known local artist, her delicate embroidered insoles out of Debu inferior to the scenery of Zhangjiajie.
The time to leave the Hakka Inn is already the seventh day, the young friend asked me over and over again on the road should pay attention to things. Since I decided to walk to the Tianzishan, so they sent me very far before returning. I do not remember in what the Hakka mountain Inn is located what is his name, possibly with a "Liu" word, but I spent a few days there are still vividly remembered. "Tianzishan" is the name I still remember very clearly, but I trip the memory of Zhangjiajie, where they abruptly put on hold, in addition to the name outside, I almost do not remember anything about the mountain. I am sure that is by no means the pinnacle of Tianzishan a landscape, or else I will not be forgotten so thoroughly. I only remember from the other side of the mountain Tianzishan go down, and then walk about half a day's time, back to the beginning of that part of Park Forest. Out of the forest have already bleak twilight, evening mist that I met a pair of young foreigners, tourist map in hand, sporting a big luggage, and are come to me when the direction.
Author: dfdx
