Pubei County Boar Ridge Forest Park stands about 2 kilometers east of the county seat. With its dense forests, birds singing, fresh air and beautiful scenery, this mountain is a great place for mountaineering and fitness.
In May and June, the weather is rainy and sunny. In the early morning, mountaineering enthusiasts smell the chicken dancing, quickly boarded first, although I am not among the mountaineering enthusiasts, but also about one or two friendship, taking advantage of the first rain, the first dawn of the morning, gladly took the footsteps of mountaineering.
Looking up at the foot of the mountain, the smoke is thick, and the whole mountain is shrouded in morning fog. Step into the mountain gate, follow the cement and gravel mountain road up the steps, and soon arrive at the Guanlong Pavilion, which is curved and solemn and elegant. Leaning on the pavilion to look back, but I saw that the smoke clouds on the top of the mountain were like fog, swaying like the swaying gauze skirt of the dancing dancer, fluttering up from the foot of the mountain, gently picking up the pavilion, grooming the forest tops, wrapped in a gentle breeze, melting the clouds and fog, lightly soothing and rolling, unpredictable, like the clouds and seas of Huangshan Mountain, and like the clouds and rain of Wushan Mountain, suddenly and strictly enveloping the scenery like ink painting; Suddenly, like a delicate girl who was shy and answering, her smile was slightly revealed, and Gu Pan looked back. In the smoke psychedelic, the mountain is faint, the mountain shape resembles the broad back of the boar, and it seems that the mountain pig that breaks free of the shackles runs wildly in the wilderness fog, no wonder people give it a vivid image name: "boar ridge"!
The shade of the mountain winds through the mountain, the fog lingers among the trees, and the trees in the distance are hazy and looming. We shuttled between the trees, explored in the bushes, sucked in the sweet and sweet breath in the mountain air, watched the miscellaneous peanut trees, young leaves and branches, listened to the chirping of birds, felt the tranquility of the mountains, melted into the embrace of nature, the mind was clear, completely forgot the fatigue of going up the mountain, forgot the bitterness and bitterness of earthly life.
"Oh, look at the tree!" Everyone was watching, I don't know whose eyes were sharp, and found a small squirrel lying on the branch of the red vertebral tree, staring at the small round eyes, with a long plush tail, watching us vigilantly! Her mouth was constantly squirming, chewing something, and from time to time she was pulling her face with her front paws, as if she were tickling. Everyone was full of interest, holding their breath, trying not to alarm her, and watching silently. When we held each other for a long time, seeing that we did not interfere much, she disappeared into our field of vision in an instant with a few light and rapid jumps...
The mountain road will toss and turn, and it will reach the triad pavilion in the middle of the mountain, and the sky is beautiful, and it will rain lightly under the ground. Light rain penetrates the fog, like needles like silk, polished and transparent, slow and leisurely dripping deeply, fluttering strings into beads, ethereal, ethereal, ethereal, silky, floating on the face, hair, clothes, wet clothes, moisturizing silent, with the hand lightly wiped cheeks, even a little cool.
The mountains are beautiful because of the rain, and the forests are colorful because of the rain. Boar Mountain in the drizzle is a picture or a painting, a virtual reality, showing a new artistic conception. The trees are covered with new green, the flowers spit out new fragrances, the fog shows a new posture, and even the ink treasure carved on the pillars of the sightseeing pavilion is also embedded in the aura of the drizzle, which is soaked by the water vapor and appears to be painted brightly and eye-catching.
The rain gradually stopped, the wind became clearer, and perhaps because of this light rain, the fog was like a defeated soldier, and they scattered like birds and beasts. By the time the veil of fog had faded, we had climbed breathlessly to the top of the mountain. Looking around, the four fields are covered with greenery, and we seem to be immersed in the deep green sea. Besides the sea, where is there such a vast green? The distant mountains are the green of the leaves, the trees are dense, it is the green of the verdant, and the fields are paved with green, which is the green of the green. The ancients ascended the Range Rover, often with many emotions. Confucius ascended dongshan and Xiaolu, climbed Taishan and xiao tianxia; Wang Wei's "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9" reveals the divorce of "the remote brothers ascend to a high place, and there is one less person planted everywhere"; Meng Haoran ascended da Nang Mountain, revealing the melancholy of "sorrow rising because of thin twilight, xing is the autumn hair"; And Du Fu Deng Taishan expressed the pride of "will be the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and small". At this time, what makes us feel most deeply is the scene of peanut trees and vitality in the middle of summer in the southern country.
The sun breaks through the clouds, and the blue sky is like a wash. Climb up the spiral staircase to the top of the Yuezhou Pavilion, overlooking the west of the fence, Pubei County, the tile-inlaid buildings, the rugged rows, under the Xi Wei Jiaoyang, dazzling, dazzling, shining. The small river that comes from the north is like a silver ribbon, riding on the green wind, carrying the fresh breath of the mountains, moisturizing the land on both sides of the river, watering the fields on both sides of the river, feeding the people on both sides of the river, sparkling waves, passing through the county town, and then the latter model flows to the distance. Precisely:
There are no tigers on the boar mountain, and there are dragon groans on the banks of the small river.