In the evening, I drove to the top of Fuquan Mountain in Beilun with two friends. As we got out of the car, the mountain wind came raging. It was like meeting an old friend after a long separation, hugging us like crazy, and tearing us apart like a love rival. It makes us unable to stand steadily, like a warning: This is his lover, others cannot stay here. It seems that it is impossible to spend the night at the top.
Looking around: there are mountains in the northwest, and the sun sets on the top of the mountains. Not wanting to be swallowed up by the sunset, like a drunken maniac, his face turns red, struggling and slowly falling towards the mountains. other side. Five-color auspicious clouds billow among the mountains and linger in the mountainside ravines; the peaks just sit in the auspicious clouds, like monks meditating and listening to Zen, with a peaceful and agile expression. The small town at the foot of the southeastern mountain also lit up its lights at this time.
The sky was getting dark, and due to the strong mountain wind, we had to find another place to camp. We went down to an open area leeward, close to a windmill, and set up our tent on a flat ground. At this time, dusk is approaching, the new moon hangs in the sky, the stars shine in the sky, the Meishan Red Bridge in the distance is reflected in the water, and the bright lights stretch into the distance and disappear into the depths of the sea.
The mountain breeze has become much softer, autumn insects have begun to play the prelude of the night, and the surrounding weeds dance in the twilight with the wind. They took out the moisture-proof mat and spread it on the grass, and everyone started enjoying the picnic. Peeling peanuts, drinking beer, nibbling braised goose wings and beef, singing "Rong Shang Xing", immersed in the state of selflessness.
The picnic was over, night had come, and the surrounding area began to fog. The stars in the sky were no longer visible. The new moon could not penetrate the thick fog, so I took a rest. Went. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, like drizzle. The flashlight light drifts with the mountain wind, and it is vaguely visible. The weeds are also covered with translucent dewdrops. The chirping of geese, autumn insects, and mountain frogs, as well as the whine and whine of the windmill, play together in the alpine autumn night music, which is soothing and pleasant to the ears. By the light of the flashlight, the three old friends strolled along the windmill road on this autumn night. The flowers on the roadside exuded light fragrance. Occasionally, grasshoppers jumped in front of the flashlight, and birds chirped and flew overhead. Telling each other stories about the past.
Yes, the past, whether it was happy or rough, is unforgettable. Since I came to work and live in this city, I no longer have the time or the conditions to do many of the interesting things I once did. Take sleeping in the open as an example: it was a very common thing during the autumn harvest season in the past.
After the crops are harvested and threshed, they have to be dried in the threshing floor for several days. They must sleep in the threshing floor at night to prevent thieves or livestock. I remember that I was the happiest at that time. I was doing somersaults, practicing boxing, and talking about life and ideals on the threshing floor with a few friends from the same village. It was really a joy. Occasionally, I would sleep until midnight, encouraged by a bad boy, to steal pears, apples, cucumbers, watermelons, etc. from other people's homes. I was often scolded by my elders for this! Still thinking about it, still before my eyes. It's a pity that time can never come back.
It was late at night, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility was only about a hundred meters. The night wind came in, and the chill suddenly set in, so I returned to the camp, got into the tent, and Sleeping in clothes. I wanted to seriously appreciate the starry sky and sunrise, but I didn't expect that I only saw the stars for a moment, and then they were replaced by the mountain fog. It seemed that the sunrise was a waste. Fortunately, this mist that becomes more and more immortal is also a rare sight, isn't it?
It was already past six in the morning when I woke up. The air in the mountains was good and I felt refreshed. When we walked out of the tent, we were surrounded by white fog. The big windmill loomed in the thick fog, and nothing else could be seen. I went back to wake up the other two friends, opened the trunk, fetched water, washed up, ate some bread and drank some milk, it was breakfast.
After some discussion, we drove to the top. The road around the mountain was rugged and steep, and the fog was thick, so it was difficult to drive fast. As we approached the top of the mountain, the fog became thicker and we couldn't see the road, so we had to stop at the wind power management farm and planned to walk to the top. But I didn’t want to be told by the management: The summit is currently under construction, and unrelated personnel are prohibited from entering during the construction period during the day. I had no choice but to drive to other peaks to have a look.
By the way, there are two Fuquan Mountains in Ningbo, one in the southeast of Dongqian Lake and one in Beilun Meishan Bay, which is where we are currently: Beilun Fuquan Mountain is Tiantai Mountain The remaining ridges are between 140 and 550 meters above sea level. 18 80-meter-high windmills are installed along the line, creating a beautiful landscape.
The top of the mountain overlooks Zhoushan Islands, Chuanshan Port and Meishan Port. It was around 8:20 in the morning when we arrived at the No. 9 Windmill Peak, and the fog had lightened up a bit. Looking to the west at the top of Fuquan, the winding winding mountain road looks like a dragon and snake floating in the white mist, which is very spectacular. The weeds in the dusk last night also revealed their true colors: most of them are plants similar to "reeds", and their scientific name is "Hanmang".
Many people mistake it for "reed". "Hanmang" belongs to the group of grasses in the wild and can adapt to various environments. The difference between "Hanmang" and "Reed" is: the stem of "Reed" is hollow, but "Hanmang" is not. In addition, "Hanmang" is short and can be seen everywhere, while "Reed" is tall and grows in water. In fact, it is also called "thatch" in my hometown, and thatched houses are built with it. At this time, the white "mangs" are dancing with the wind in the mist, which is a unique scene.
As time goes by, the sun shines through the mist on the mountains, as if fairies are wrapped in a layer of light gauze, dancing with the singing of birds, like a dream Fantasy, with a bit of mystery that intoxicates ordinary spectators.
Huge wind turbines are arranged in an orderly manner, and the windmills rotate regularly with the mountain wind, which is spectacular. Along the mountain road, the ups and downs of the mountainsColorful cosmos flowers bloom among the mountains. The windmills and flower paths complement each other beautifully, just like a fairyland.
The shepherd took a few local dogs and drove the cattle and sheep to the mountain pasture for grazing. The cattle and sheep enjoyed the food leisurely on the grass, and the dogs also competed. Catching butterflies in the flowers like a cat, this is the best interpretation of "Eastern imitation", it made us laugh.
Various insects are busy in the grass, including locusts, grasshoppers, mountain frogs, butterflies, dragonflies, bees, bumblebees...predating, laying eggs, collecting nectar and pollinating It's like attending a gluttonous feast, scrambling to be the first and rushing forward.
Several fishing boats can be vaguely seen in the southeastern sea at this time, appearing among the islands, and the sea surface is rippling with silver waves. Where the sea and the sky meet, there are many clouds, and the sunlight shines through slightly, reflecting on the sea surface. The wind emits a silvery microwave band, which is indeed beautiful and delicious.
The terraced fields on the northern hillside are tea gardens, with thin mist drifting in the wind. The tea grown in this environment must be fragrant.
The sun finally broke through the clouds, shining golden light onto the sea and mountain peaks. The mist disappears between the mountains and refuses to recede. The temperature suddenly rose a lot, and it felt like being roasted and steamed at the same time, like taking a sauna. So I decided to return and end this leisurely trip that I haven't had in many years.
Staying at the top of the mountain at night: sunset, sunset, new moon, stars, fog, autumn dew, mountain flowers, cold light, wild geese, autumn insects, cattle, sheep, native dogs, The red bridge, the island... all appear in my mind, and I can't forget them for a long time.
Author: Tianyuan
Finished on: early morning of September 19, 2018