Mr. Xu Xiake was eager to learn at an early age, read a lot of books, and was especially fond of the Dijing Tuzhi, and the teenager made a travel ambition of "the big husband should be facing the blue sea and twilight".
Mr. Xu Xiake reads very seriously, and everything he has read can be remembered by others when asked. But the family collection of books gradually could not meet his needs, he collected books everywhere that he had never seen, as long as he saw good books, even if he did not bring money, he had to take off his clothes to change books.
When Mr. Xu Xiake was 19 years old, his father died. Because of her elderly mother, I can't bear to travel. Xu's mother was open-minded and actively encouraged Mr. Xu Xiake to travel.
At the age of 22, Mr. Xu Xiake finally officially traveled. Wearing the long-distance crown made for him by his mother, he picked up simple luggage on his shoulders and left his hometown. In his days of traveling, there were several outings that fascinated him.
The first time I entered the Fujian region in March, I just encountered a day of wind and rain. The night stream was noisy like thunder, the water was rising and the boat was high and brisk, and Mr. Xu Xiake went down the river for eighty miles, passing like a bird. He opened his clothes and whiskers, blended into nature, and forgot his own existence.
The second time, in the woods, the heavy rain suddenly began to fall and then suddenly stopped. After the rain, the new Ji is clear, the spring sounds and the mountains are colorful, and the green bushes are in the mountains. He saw two streams flickering in front of his eyes, one turbid and rushing like red blood and the other as turquoise as the blue sky. Two streams are in this round, and golden-blue hornbills are chirping in the forest. Mr. Xu Xiake was stunned by the scenery in front of him, and stood there quietly, without uttering a word, worried about disturbing the beautiful scenery.
The third time is winter. He walked into the mountains, the waterfalls frozen, hanging like white exercises, and the branches of the trees were full of ice dangling in the wind. In the midst of the mushrooms, I saw the peaks knotted, and the sky stood tall. For miles, the steeper the level, the deeper the snow, and the snow in its shade became ice, and the slippery could not be touched. Walking to the depths of the woods, there was no longer a road next to the cliff, Mr. Xu Xiake was careful, grabbed the dead vines with his bare hands, rolled to the bottom of the cliff, and found a dry stream to be down-to-earth. Finding a piece of leftover bread in his arms, he laughed as he ate the pie and looked at himself. The laughter alarmed a monk, who was very surprised, because the snow had closed the mountain for three months.
The fourth time was in the Hemp Leaf Cave. Mr. Xu Xiake saw that the two walls were steep and the sky was stacked, and the dangerous peaks were stacked randomly, such as cutting like saving, the hole had a mouth like a curtain roller, and the pool had a blue like an indigo. The entrance to the cave is as big as a bucket, and the water outside is very turbulent. Mr. Xu Xiake can only be like a snake. Enter the water. Crawling like a snake, the back of the rock, the waist rubbing the rock, the skin being scratched by the rock. Finally, I saw a gap in the west that penetrated the light, crawled up from the gap, and did not expect that the top was flat as a tower, flat and neat, there was a stone like a lotus hanging upside down, lustrous and white, and the stones around it were light red like peach blossoms.
The fifth time at the Incense Burner Peak, he suddenly encountered a great fog, and the fog was thick, which surrounded him. In the fog, Mr. Xu Xiake saw the eyes of his elderly mother waiting for him to go back, saw his gentle wife, and many thoughts rushed into his heart, he wanted to cry, wanted to laugh, thought of death, he asked himself, what was it for? The fog cleared, the mountain calmed down, and Mr. Xu Xiake suddenly felt that he was so small, that he was going to blend with the mountain trees in front of him, and that he had no form and no soul.
After a day of trekking, Mr. Xu Xiake insisted on recording the harvest of his own expedition after a day of trekking, leaving a precious geographical expedition record for future generations.