September is the season of harvest step by step, and all the fatigue and regrets will be forgotten little by little, and disintegrated little by little. September is a colorful season, and we will follow the footsteps of the autumn breeze, walking towards the forests and fields again and again, and witnessing the richness and change that autumn brings us.
I had not been hiking in the mountains and forests for a long time, and I met my friend Guo Guo and followed the hiker to the Baimugou of the Gannan Xia River.
As soon as he left Lanzhou, the car walked quickly on the highway. The scenery on both sides changed rapidly, and my mind was separated from the many complicated tasks at the beginning of the school year.
Every weekend, you always have to be busy, looking for a day to relax your tense emotions.
After summer, the green of the mountains on both sides of the road gradually flourishes. Entering the boundary of Gannan, we can see villages dotted with greenery, those white-walled and red-tiled houses are hidden in the mountainside, and we can see a little cooking smoke, and we imagine that the people living here, accompanied by the landscape and water, should be more comfortable than we walk through the reinforced concrete every day.
Walk on the Lanhai Expressway to Shuangcheng, get off the highway and enter the national highway, and soon come to the Baimugou Scenic Area. Mango tells us that this is a relatively pristine scenic spot, there is not much development, you need to charge tickets to enter this scenic spot during the summer vacation, and now it is the off-season, there may be only dozens of people in our hiking group, think about the whole mountain, only during our walking, that freedom and quiet is still very desirable.
As soon as they entered the mountain, two Tibetan women asked for tickets. Perhaps this is also a way of life that relies on mountains.
Today's sky is exceptionally blue, you can see little white clouds floating in the mountains, as long as you see a different scenery from your own city, you will be inexplicably happy.
Slowly walk along the winding path paved with stones to the depths of the mountain, lined with majestic peaks extending into the distance, the mountain is covered with green vegetation, but you can see a little red, maybe it is the ripe color of some wild fruit, you can also see a faint yellow, or maybe a leaf knows autumn, some trees have felt the coolness of autumn, and gradually let themselves be covered with a touch of yellow.
On the side of the road is a long stream, on the stream often see some tree trunks made of single-wood bridges, say that it is a single-wood bridge is better than two or three trunks placed on the water, we stepped on the trunk with both feet, carefully walked to the opposite side of the stream.
On the opposite side of the stream are bushes, weaving under the bushes, their feet stepping on the soft green moss, sometimes picking on the grass under the trees. But you can vaguely see a path from this grass.
Those low shrubs often stick out their branches to stop us, and sometimes stop in front of a shrub full of red fruit. Those fruits glowed red under the oblique sunlight, and fine hairs could be seen on the outer skin of the fruits, shaped like red vases and miniature pomegranates. My companions told me that its name was Wild Pomegranate.
These wild pomegranates stand out in the thickets, and the breeze blows, and they sway slightly on the branches like wine glasses filled with red juice.
The most seen is a small red fruit, squeezed in bunches on the branches, and the fruits emit a deep red light under the sunlight. The leaves of the tree resemble hawthorn, and the fruit resembles a scaled-down version of hawthorn, which I think is probably a wild hawthorn. They grow in patches on the slopes of the hills, and in autumn they give their crimson fruit.
Even more peculiar is that we see a crystal clear red fruit in the jungle. The fruit is transparent under the sunlight, hanging on the branches like red agate, red and shiny. The friend couldn't help but reach out and take it off, put it in his mouth, and couldn't stop admiring and said: "The taste is a little sweet and slightly sour." We immediately stopped and said, "Don't you dare to eat the wild fruits of the mountains." ”
Perhaps the most seen in autumn are these wild fruits hanging on the branches, and the people living in the mountains know the magic of each fruit, and we can only stand under them to see it, and we dare not reach out to touch it, because we do not know which fruit is poisonous.
Under the bushes in the grass, as long as there is an open field, you will see three or two old scalpers, lying on the ground, chewing leisurely in their mouths, their tails are still wagging, and their leisurely appearance is enviable.
Guo Guo said: "We may be like old scalpers at work, constantly working, toiling, running, even if we have time to slow down in the sun, our hearts still contain all kinds of things, all kinds of problems waiting to be solved."
The most attractive thing is the sound of water from the stream jumping down the rocks, and whenever we see a stream jumping along the way, we will immediately find a large rock and sit down. Listen slowly to the sound of water and quietly watch the stream pass in front of you. Most of the stones in the stream are covered with green moss, which shines crystal in the sun.
There are often several ancient trees that are said to be hundreds of years old next to the stream, and the branches of those ancient trees are bent vigorously. Some branches protrude diagonally into the stream, and some branches have many hollows, and you can feel the vicissitudes of the growth rings and the marks that have been scratched over them.
These ancient trees stand quietly on the banks of streams, and those streams have crossed thousands of miles and rushed from afar. Their encounter in this cypress ditch may be for each other's gaze, and then the stream continues forward, leaving only these ancient trees to watch silently.
Along the valley, the posture of the mountain peak is constantly changing, and the flowing clouds on the top of the mountain are gathering and dispersing.
Sitting on the grass and looking at the peaks, the blue sky, and the white clouds, time slowly passes with the wind in the valley. We kept walking and watching like this, so that we could also cut through the jungle and mountain peaks like a gust of wind, maybe leaving no trace, but the wind knew that the figure that it floated by was pleasant.
Some of the partners leaned on the big tree, looking at the stream and the distant mountains in a daze, some sat on the big stones in the mountain forest, quietly listening to the sound of the stream flowing by, and some danced their colorful skirts and walked slowly in the wind.
From time to time, you can hear laughter coming from the wind, which is pleasure but also ease and freedom.
The surroundings were quiet, except for a few birds chirping and the occasional human voice, everything seemed to be silent, these mountains and rivers have been here for thousands of years, except that in the occasional gust of wind, we passed by them, with a little envy and a little joy in our eyes.