Wind and rain overnight Yao River Grand Canyon
Crab flat faint truly alive
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Big Creek Gap Yao Daming, is to have heard after the line.
Remember years ago, sailors had organized to go big Yao Creek Gorge, I reported that early in his name, and excitedly ran to buy equipment, because there is no experience, bought a giant sleeping bags, starting on the eve of a trial, the results of midnight frozen awake, and had deserted. But the Qingliangfeng names are left in the heart.
This time, of course, to go anyway.
Thursday, as usual, is a pre-trip meeting to. To find the club's new nest, where a lot of people waiting did not know. Mate a few phone calls, put his jiangcun gave helped pull over. Yao Creek Great Gorge of the line, suddenly bustling.
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7:40 start. When we started climbing the time has come to 14:00 o'clock.
Big Creek Gap Yao said he is a pure ZN line, good scenery, the intensity is very large. Up the hill before the idea has already been done adequately prepared, with things also to streamline to a minimum, even for a sunny and beautiful weather, waterproof pants before departure also Renghui the wardrobe. I regret this decision was endless.
Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the vicinity of the rainy season, become increasingly volatile. I well remember the legend of terror on the mountain leech, clothes, pants cuffs were too firmly tie, and Fortunately, the mountains, when the day overcast, I do not heat.
Two days ago had just rained, mountain very muddy and one foot deep Yinzi 1, we have to always guard against, kept trained on the ubiquitous cow dung Tuo Tuo. OK to half an hour later, we are more physical differences obvious. Niu lead, bagpipes bring up the rear, in the middle with mates, Aguda, and hope the clouds three walkie-talkie, make every effort to control the whole team do not go for too long. 2 leader of the most difficult, not only carrying a rope burner gas cylinders equipped with a large number of public, but also run after running before we can cater. Mate way to help the jiangcun Hupenghuanyou, distanced themselves. I am a little bit because of physical discomfort, gradually fell in the end, would like to thank the bad table, cow, bagpipes, etc. anaphoric, and finally there is no down force.
Peak of more clouds, if the lack of a warm sun shining, then most will be buried in a vast white mist in the. When we go into the mountains there are not enough luck to see a brilliant sea of clouds. Not only can not see both sides of the far-peak into the abyss, the rise has only the endless rugged mountain, I just concentrate on concentrating letter addressed to hurry and no longer expect that the magnificent sunset.
Under the Big Creek Yao Xiashan no peculiarities of landscape and I've gone through some of the hill and no much difference. But the more up more beautiful, especially the half-height of a small bamboo and grass hill and dale mountain flowers, usually rare, its duties novel. Here is the most purple flowers and watch the delicate touch of good health, do not know What's your name, the bad form that may be iris, listening to the words, with this strong bud and bloom the petals wanton down also match. Walking swept grass, beautiful flowers reach out to touch, knowing that this non-prairie, a "wind-swept pastures see the cattle and sheep," is still stubbornly hovering in my mind. This feeling, really makes impressive.
Third we finally reach the village a few people, it is already 18 o'clock more. Start Piaoqi drizzling skies, the sky growing dark, early to those who are already tent.
The mountains the temperature significantly lower than the foot of the mountain. Mountain breeze is not strong, but it carries a four diffuse rain, blown face Bingbing, and sweat clothes attached to the body a bit cold, and improtance quickly drill into the tent of people put on clean clothing and warm inside. I hid in the tent early to no longer refuse to come out.
Cattle and bagpipes is not idle, took out the stove tank rattled pots and pans, the water began to boil stew chicken soup for everyone. The cold was also busy mate, Tangle, blues, etc., and I hide in the tent which also did not watch carefully is the chicken soup at the door to door delivery.
Barren hills and remote places, the cold cold rain, the gnawing of instant noodles and fortified biscuits, drinking warm up the chicken soup and coffee, is ZN? Is FB? I only remember a very hot chicken soup, coffee is very fragrant.
Stomach eat, and body warm, and in the pots and pans symphony, I drowsily asleep.
Four
I was awakened by the wind.
Mountain breeze whistled, days move and shake, I have in the wilderness.
Darkness, rain crackling beat me to the tent, the wind wantonly tear me a tent. Burst of rain burst of wind, too tight a while a while, people come to hear the heart institute.
This time we brought a lot of tents, several individuals have a tent to sleep one person. I only used a single-pole tent time, wind and rain has never been tested. Although the camp when the bagpipe and cattle to help me hit the ground double nails, can be no masking of the hill in the wind power even more powerful, my tent markedly effective thin weak.
A man lying in the dark with open eyes, feelings, and the distance between heaven and earth has never been so close before. When the rain was heavy, fine, okay, we listen to the rain when at home. When strong winds and heavy rain, wind and tents has become the voice of the struggle of human will, a kind of torture.
The wind roaring past, unsteadily fear fear of foreign accounts seemed to be Suifengerqu. I almost feel your own sleeping bags soaked in heavy rain in the cold, wet look. Heaven and earth, the tiny people ah. . . Fortunately understood that fear, but fortunately, know fear!
Strangely, at that time was thought of university, the same wind and rain the same night camping.
At that time a great tent, let's men gained a whole class. Heavy rain washed the planned bonfire night without a trace, but also to the tent Didi blah land irrigation. The only Jigen not suddenly run out of candles, a place with only one. Flickering candlelight enough for two people playing chess. Others, Dazhao San, lying disorder. The girls echoed each other, now edited the lyrics of the songs were all remember to sing it again. Bored of the boys who swept aside the guitar, loud roar, "a Spring River Flows East" roar into the throat hoarse. . .
Strangely, all of the memories are so clear.
escape, to escape do? Mate of the diary was written in the body to exhaust inspired the spirit; bad signature written on the table, as the silence, of things in their stride, leisurely tour of the, Shuran read them; Wangyun posts written on a real course this large America do not speak of the situation. . .
Are the same way at a loss with a loss, a loss with a loss, select the moonlight be forgotten.
That night, a sober memories of the past. Then, looked on the wind the rain sweet sleep, sleep is also fragrant than at home.
My tent there is no leaks.
Author: wlj_6811
