Donkey Letters
Over the mountains to see you
Xinyi Village
Sister "Leaf", Sister "Leaf", have you brought me fritters? Before the car of the traveler "Yezi" was parked, "Xiaoyan" shouted loudly at the top of her voice, for fear that others would snatch her fritters away. Are we old men so unproductive?
Pushing the car door, "Yezi" held the hot bagged fritters and walked straight towards "Xiaoyan", the "Xiaoyan" instantly had a brilliant face, and the two small eyes of the light narrowed into a line. I have to say, this fritter is so fragrant, I really want to grab one to eat, but how embarrassed is the old man! Lick his lips, swallow a mouthful of saliva, endure it, endure it, and stride forward with a trekking pole.
The captain said: Today's donkey journey is to rely on the ancient battlefield, climb the "wheat stack", touch the "monk's hat", cross the mountains and enter the "West Mountain", see the "Red Flag Canal" in Jinan, and learn the spirit of "Yugong Moving Mountains".
What a romantic mobilization order, what are you waiting for? Let's go!
Striding along a narrow village-level cement road, the sky is thin with clouds, not at all like the "cloudy day" mentioned in the "weather forecast"; the Huangchao Reservoir on the side is as blue as a mirror, quiet and serene, and there is no trace of the shadow of the ancient battlefield in those years, if it were not for a stone tablet on the side of the road that "Huangchao Peasant Uprising Memorial Site", who can believe that this was once a battlefield where thousands of troops and horses fought hard.
Standing on the 128-meter-long, 5-meter-wide and 48.5-meter-high Huangchao Reservoir Dam, my heart is surging. In the 60s and 70s, there was no large-scale machinery, and it was all carried by people on their shoulders, and what kind of spirit was it to build such a magnificent and magnificent dam? How much sweat, tears, and even blood had to be paid? After the dam is completed, it is said that the reservoir has a capacity of 4.6 million cubic meters, a catchment area of 15 square kilometers, and can irrigate 150,000 mu of land.
The reason why the reservoir is called "Huangchao Reservoir" is because it is inextricably linked with Huangchao. According to records, the Tang Dynasty called this place Da Huang Caoyu, commonly known as Huang Caozhuang. According to legend, the Huangchao uprising army had been stationed here to fight, after the defeat, the people in order to commemorate him, then called the big yellow grass valley "Huangchao". If Huang Chao knew that this reservoir built on the Great Yellow Grass Valley and benefited thousands of households was named after him, I think he would definitely smile at Jiuquan. You seek happiness for the people, how can the people forget you!
Standing on the top of the dam and looking down at the downstream of the reservoir, I saw that the valley cliff wall was pretty, the secondary dam and the third-level dam were blue and blue, the grass and trees were green and yellow, the distant mountains contained daisies, and the scenery was picturesque. It is said that in the rainy season, the clouds and mist here are shrouded, the fairy spirit is fluttering, catch up with the reservoir to open the flood gate, the flow goes straight down, the sound booms in the four fields, the triple waterfall, it is magnificent.
Road, along the dam crest westward, a tall maroon red stone cliff comes to the face, walking under it, an inexplicable sense of oppression, people breathless, look at the hideous cliff, there is a trace of bloody taste in the nasal cavity, is it that the heroic soul of the thousand-year-old righteous army is still not dispersed.
Turning the cliff and going all the way up, at this time, the sun just rose from the east mountain, and a beam of morning light sprinkled in, and the mirror-like water surface sparkled and flickered with golden light, attracting a cheer from all the donkeys. Heaven fulfills people's wishes, and the clouds in the sky are also obediently scattered at this moment, turning into white clouds, reflecting in the water, like a dream.
Step by step three times out of the reservoir, the donkeys continue to move along the road, the captain said while walking, this ditch is called "dead man's ditch" by the locals, it is said that the rebels suffered countless casualties here, everyone goes forward to pay attention to the feet, there are treasures to pick up, I heard that the first donkey friends who came, many people were in the ditch, on the mountain, picked up ancient weapons. Haha, this mountaineering can also pick up treasures, it's really fun. It would be nice to be able to pick up an ancient sword or inscription. While talking, the traveler "Zhang Yang" suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, "Look at it, look at it! There is a small temple there." The donkeys turned their heads and looked, only to see that in the cypress grove by the roadside, there was a small temple with an antique and antique appearance, and it seemed that the incense was still very vigorous. That's the "General's Temple," the captain said unhurriedly. "General Temple", what kind of General Temple? I couldn't help but ask curiously. "Of course it's General Huang Chao." Hearing that it was the temple of General Huangchao, the travelers Lao Li and Liyi immediately went to worship. I saw the two of them walk to the temple, raise their legs and enter the temple. I don't know why, it seems that it didn't even take a minute, and the two of them quit the small temple in a panic, and Na Liyi didn't say a word, and walked quickly towards everyone with his head down. And Lao Li closed the originally open temple door, and when Zhang Yang approached, he could only peek at everything in the temple from the window lattice. This intriguing operation only confused me, but I quickly dispelled the idea of entering the temple to pay respects. It seems that it is absolutely not advisable to worship the temple when you see it.
Leaving the "General Temple", walking along the "Dead Man's Ditch", the more you walk, the stronger the sense of slaughter, the more dignified the donkeys' expressions are also dignified, think about the villagers of this "Caiyu Village", I really don't know how to spend it safely here for thousands of years. Could it be that the villagers here are descendants or relatives of the rebels? If you think about it carefully, this kind of speculation is by no means a random idea.
"Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh", suddenly, a high-pitched, loud, crisp and pleasant rooster crow broke the silence of the mountain village and made people's hearts flutter. I can't tell why, but I feel that the haze in my heart has disappeared without a trace in an instant. Looking at the sky, there are blue skies and white clouds, and the sun is shining.
In the morning light, passing through the quiet and peaceful village, the donkeys ran leisurely from the small road south of the village, under two tall chestnut trees, to the "wheat stack" mountain. The road changes in the fields, and the donkeys are like a group of villagers who get up in the morning to work, and in the direction of Huangchao Village and Cheziyu Village at the foot of the mountain, the sound of dogs barking and villagers shouting from the loudspeakers makes people feel like they are in a rural market. Under the chestnut tree, a path paved with fallen leaves, just like the lyrics, "zigzag and long", walking on it is soft and comfortable, and the sound of "squeak, squeak" is intoxicating. On a thick persimmon tree on the side of the road, hung with lantern-like fiery red persimmons, a few greedy cats tempted couldn't help but go to pick. It's a pity that the high canopy makes it difficult for people to get their wish, even if the Hara Ziliu grows, they have to sigh and leave.
At about 8.30 minutes, they went up to a terrace, the team took a break, and the donkeys enjoyed Lao Li's crisp and sweet apples while looking at the surrounding mountains and wilderness, refreshed. At this time, the loudspeaker under the mountain suddenly changed the channel, first a sweet singing, and then a coherent and continuous "vermicelli, flour skin twenty yuan a" selling sound, only the donkeys were all confused, as if they were in another world.
As we continued along the path, it became steeper and narrower, with fewer and fewer trees on the hill and more and more yellow weeds. As he walked, he suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon: How come the sour jujube trees on the side of the road don't have annoying little needles and knives? When asked the captain, the captain said with a smile: General Huangchao doesn't let it grow, does it dare to have it? It is rumored that when the general was thinking about the battle plan in the Sanguan Temple in Huangchao Village, he was caught in his robe by a cluster of sour jujube needles, and said angrily: "Can you die if you don't grow jujube needles?" Since then, the sour jujube trees in this area really don't grow needles. Legends are legends, but this sour jujube tree that does not grow needles is indeed rare.
At about 8.50 minutes, the donkeys climbed to an altitude of 621 meters, at this time, there were pieces of earthy yellow rocks of different shapes and sizes on the road from time to time, but the whole was like a book, which aroused everyone's curiosity. With a little treatment of such rocks, it is a good ornamental stone. "Carry a piece home. The captain jokingly made a joke. Li Yi said without looking back, "If the captain carries it, I will carry it." The donkeys laughed with joy. After talking and laughing, I walked more than 20 meters, and I was surprised to find that there were large areas of such rocks in the grass. What should this stone be called? Before the words fell, the captain said categorically: It is called Huangchao Stone. The captain said: I don't know if you have noticed, from the foot of the mountain to our current position, what color is the sand and stone under your feet? The donkeys pondered for a moment, and almost said in unison: "Iron red." Yes, but do you know why? All the donkeys shook their heads. The captain said: It is said that the stones on and under this mountain were originally the same color, but after the great battle, there was a river of blood here, and the blood of the rebels stained the stones and the land under the mountain red.
Looking at the Baidu map, it is getting closer and closer to the "wheat stack", and the donkeys gradually speed up their pace, but fortunately, the mountain is relatively gentle, and the climbing is not very tired.
The flowers are swaying, the autumn wind is swaying, the faint and faint crossing, a sorrow quietly floats to the heart, asking the hometown, is it okay to come? On the Jingke tree, the abandoned bird's nest evokes the memories of childhood, and the scene of climbing the house on the wall, climbing the rock and climbing the tree, and digging the bird's eggs is vivid. The hometown that you can't forget, the years that you can't go back, take advantage of the current life!
At 9.28 minutes, after about two hours of climbing, the donkeys finally reached the top of the "Maiduan" mountain at an altitude of 757 meters. The so-called "wheat stack" is a stack of wheat straw or wheat straw after the wheat harvest wheat is threshed in rural areas. Among them, the broken wheat straw is called "wheat straw stack", and the one that is not beaten is called "wheat straw stack". In the past, these "wheat stacks" and "wheat straw stacks" were generally piled up in the yards or breeding places of the village production teams, and they were important places for many rural children to play. I remember that my favorite thing when I was a child was to go into the "wheat stack" to hide and seek, or lie on the top of the "wheat stack" to look at the mountains and the stars. Today, I am fortunate to go up to this "wheat stack" mountain, although there are no stars to see, no time to hide and seek, but the eyes are galling, looking at the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, and the mood is also very happy.
Standing on the "wheat stack" and looking out, the top of Mount Tai looms, the watchtower of Huangjianzi Mountain is clear and considerable; Huangchao Village, Hulutao Village, Caiyu Village, Upper and Lower Cucumber Yu Village are dotted all over the mountain, the huge Huangchao Reservoir is surrounded by mountains, and the water is shining. The green mountains are stacked with green, the cooking smoke is curling, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and it is like a beautiful picture scroll in front of you.
In my childhood experience, it was easy to climb the "wheat stack", but now the "wheat stack" is not so simple. Sure enough, on the way down the mountain from the "wheat stack" to touch the "monk's hat", the donkeys were no longer as relaxed as when they were on the way.
First of all, you will walk through Berlin on the side of the "Wheat Stack" mountain, and the wild road will go up and down, so that the old waist twists and turns, and it is very uncomfortable, and when you find the right way, the dense shrub branches beside the road will be whipped on your body from time to time, and if you are not careful, you will pay the price of blood. Carrying a bag from under a cluster of forsythia rattans, people passed, but they couldn't walk, it turned out that the backpack was hooked by rattans, and it was difficult to move an inch. Thanks to the assistance of "Granny Hua" and "Xiaoyan", they were able to get out of the predicament.
Drilling out of the cypress forest, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed, and the trees stood up easily, and I really suspected that I had walked to Mount Tai. The captain said: This is a dividing point, and from now on, it is all pine forest. Not far below is the "Monk Hat Mountain", also known as the "Battle Ridge", which was the battlefield where the Huangchao Righteous Army and the Tang Army fought desperately. I didn't pick up the treasure when I went up the mountain just now, so I should have something to gain from going down the mountain, and I thought about it for a while.
Walking along the ridge in the pine forest, the captain introduces the surrounding customs and legends from time to time, the eloquent words, moving stories, and fiery feelings, which are truly worthy of the name "Nanshan Pass".
When they came to a pass and saw the beautiful scenery, the donkeys immediately took a group photo, and the beautiful moment was fixed for eternity.
I thought that going down the mountain should be all the way down, but I knew that today's down was actually up and down again. Leaving the pass, the donkeys climbed towards the "Monk's Hat Mountain". The mountain is not high, but the mountain is very dangerous, several cliffs have climbed over, the heart is nervously beating suddenly, the leg at the critical place is not obedient to the call, looking at the captain's face, there is a moment of nervousness is green. But some people are bold by nature, and they don't seem to be able to lift their spirits even if they are not dangerous. Look at the "thief bold" Xiaoyan, at this moment, on a boulder sticking out of the cliff, he played the tricks of "Golden Rooster Independence" and "Flying in the Wind", only to make my heart beat in shock, and quickly closed my eyes.
Use both hands and feet, grasp the stone and drag the tree, about 20 minutes, the donkeys stand on the top of the mountain, look down to the south, the mountain is majestic, the Huangchao Reservoir at the bottom of the mountain, the wolf and tiger valley and so on can be seen at a glance. Think back then, the general led the troops to rush down to fight the enemy, what courage and courage it should be!
斯人已逝，英气长存，万古流芳！
Slipping out of the slippery braking and sliding all the way, the trekking poles became ornaments, and the hands without gloves were full of dirt, grass clippings, and sand. However, countless times practice has proved that this most earthy and primitive method of going down the mountain is precisely the safest and most effective method, and the only disadvantage is Fei Bu and Fei Bao.
is about to reach the bottom of the mountain, this way to pay attention to the treasure hunt, but I didn't even see the shadow, and I can't help but feel a little depressed. At this moment, "Yezi", who was the first to descend the mountain, shouted loudly. "Come, everyone, the persimmons on this tree are so beautiful and delicious. Looking for prestige, I saw "Yezi" standing under a tree full of red persimmons, waving to everyone frequently.
As soon as they heard about eating, the group of foodies in the group all had their eyes lit up and rushed forward quickly. When I came to the tree, I found that "Xiao Yan" and "Lao Li" had already flown to the persimmon tree, and all the donkeys under the tree were sucking persimmons "snorting, sucking", and the beautiful sound almost made me laugh.
Hurriedly photographed the golden red wild fruits on the stone weir, climbed the trunk of the tree and climbed up the stone weir, stood under the tree and couldn't wait to pick the persimmon and suck it into the mouth. This persimmon is so delicious, cold and sweet, the moment you enter your mouth, you feel like your heart is going to get drunk. I don't know who said, "You can't eat too many persimmons on an empty stomach." "But after all, the donkeys should take care of these things at the moment, and eat them first. I didn't have any interest, but I ate six in a row, and I still couldn't get enough, and I didn't forget to take a bunch home to eat again when I left.
It's time to go, it's time to go, leave a few persimmons for the birds to eat! Under the repeated urging of the captain, the donkeys reluctantly left this place, and while walking, they still talked about the sweetness of persimmons.
Through the dense pine forest, the highway seems to be close at hand, in order to preserve physical strength to appreciate the "Red Flag Canal", Lao Li took the lead and led everyone to run vertically down to the highway. As a result, it didn't go far, there was no way out, and practice once again proved that following the captain is always right. According to the captain's route, the donkeys changed from bottom to top and attacked a hill. Exhausted, the donkeys were very reluctant to climb again, but the road is on the mountain, what choice do you have! After going around the mountain, after half an hour, I finally saw the cement pavement.
From the mountain down to the cement pavement, is a slope of nearly 70 degrees of gravel slope, the front of the donkey friends have almost stood on the road at this moment, when I walked to the slope, see the slope gravel all over the ground, did not dare to choose to go down, but the sword to go sideways, choose a steep stone cliff to jump down. As soon as I walked a few steps, the captain and Lao Li protested loudly in fright, but I still insisted on moving forward. Thanks to Lao Li, Liyi and others who responded below, they would have to fall with a blue nose and swollen face.
When I got down to the concrete road, the captain and Lao Li immediately questioned me, why did I leave the good road and not take the dangerous road? I said: I think the road I chose is the best road! The captain and Lao Li were speechless for a while. In order to prove that it was a good road and a dangerous road, Comrade Lao Li didn't say a word, and gave me a show with trekking poles. The humorous movements and serious expressions caused the donkeys to laugh, and the laughter also made my pig's brain sober up. I finally realized that I was on the wrong path. Now that I think about it, different angles must lead to different conclusions from observing problems, and it is really important to learn to look at problems in a comprehensive historical dialectical way.
Striding along the cement road, turning a hillside, looking down, I saw a "Ya" shaped aqueduct, like a long dragon lying between the two mountains. This is the legendary "Red Flag Canal" in Jinan? Beautiful! Spectacular! When I asked the captain, the captain said, "That's right, this is the Red Flag Canal in Jinan." ”
Under the guidance of the captain, the donkeys first strode on the road, then turned into thorns and weeds to grope their way forward, and finally, slid all the way along the gravel road. It took nearly an hour to see the road that was not too far on the mountain, and it took nearly an hour to get a close glimpse of the "Red Flag Canal".
Isn't it the "Red Flag Canal"? Why is there four words on the aqueduct, and if you carefully distinguish it, the four words "Qunying Aqueduct" come into view. The captain said: "Hongqi Canal" is the collective name of the aqueduct and related aqueducts, and this aqueduct is called the "Qunying Aqueduct". This 100-meter-long, 40-meter-high aqueduct, according to records, was built by the young and strong laborers of more than 60 natural villages in Liubu Commune in the 70 s, who worked hard for two years to open mountains and split rocks, move mountains, and embody the painstaking efforts and sweat of countless ordinary people! It is the crystallization of collective wisdom and the victory of the masses of the people! Every builder is a hero! It is very appropriate to call it "Qunying Aqueduct."
Standing at the bottom of the ditch, looking up, the tall, spectacular, and magnificent aqueduct makes people's hearts fluctuate, and also attracts the captain, "Granny Hua" can't wait for the emotion. Standing at the bottom of the ditch and waving to the traveler above, the man looked so small. In the case of the aqueduct in the absence of major construction machinery, from splitting the mountain to open stones, transporting stones, to building stones into troughs, how much work is this, how many people need to pay day and night, and what kind of spirit is supporting?
Follow the trail at the bottom of the ditch up the southern hillside. The two inscription stones on the left and right of the bridge clearly record the construction time and builders of the aqueduct. One of the pieces was written "Zhan Shanhe Professional Team", which aroused the curiosity of the donkeys. Yes, who still remembers the "Zhan Shanhe Professional Team" in the countryside today. In the sixties and seventies, the major water conservancy and farmland capital construction projects in the rural areas were all completed by the counties and communes that drew young and strong laborers from various villages to form a "professional team for fighting mountains and rivers." When the reservoir was being repaired in the village, the scene of the red flag fluttering, you chasing me, and fighting the mountains and rivers is still fresh in my memory.
The design of this aqueduct is very ingenious, the upper part is feasible for pedestrians, which is convenient for the people to work between the two mountains, and the lower part can be used to carry the water of the Huangchao Reservoir to thousands of households. Thinking back then, when the canal was completed, standing on it, watching the rolling clear stream rushing in all directions, how proud the builders should be, and how happy the people were.
Walking along the aqueduct, climbing the hillside and gazing, the doubts that were entrenched in my heart suddenly became clear. "Yugong moves mountains, self-reliance", the eight characters on the aqueduct, wordlessly tell the spirit of the builders. A canal surrounds the mountains, and the spirit flows forever.
We must carry forward this spirit on the new journey.
Yiyi left the aqueduct and stepped on the edge of the canal, and the donkeys embarked on the return route. Walking on the edge of the cliff, I realized the hardships of the builders, and the weeds, rocks, and collapses from time to time added a lot of melancholy. Is this canal just abandoned? Is this canal useless?
It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was splitting with ice particles, and the tired donkeys could hardly reach the place where they had stopped in the morning on foot. The captain, Lao Li and others anxiously contacted the taxi and bus, but no one in this remote "Xishan Village" was willing to come. Looking at the slogan in the village, "I'd rather have a bed in Xishan than a room in Beijing, Shangguang and Guangzhou", the helpless donkeys smiled bitterly and stood on the side of the road one after another, like the king of the mountain, intercepting every passing vehicle. "Suddenly", an open-top "Mercedes-Benz" drove quickly, and seeing that there were still two empty seats in the carriage, Comrade Lao Li quickly strode forward and raised his staff to stop the car. After some negotiations, the driver finally agreed to take the two travelers down the mountain to drive. "Yezi" and "Liyi" volunteered to quickly catch the "Mercedes-Benz", and the moment when the two of them shrank in the carriage and quickly went down the mountain, they were all happy.
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