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The mood brought back from Phoenix gradually calms down as time goes by, and the beautiful scenery brought back from Zhangjiajie becomes pieces of memories to fill this stage of life as memories slowly burn deep in my heart.

The plane was flying with the constant turbulence of the airflow, and I fell asleep in a daze while swaying, dreaming in a daze, thinking in a daze, thinking about everything from the past few days, and memories are just like this. Naked in my mind.

The plot of "Border Town" came to mind just as the plane landed. Cui Cui's story. The woman who is stubbornly guarding the long wait by the riverside uses her gentle youth and life to contend against the unknown distance and tomorrow. "This person may never come back, maybe he will come back tomorrow!" The story is over, but the watchman is still there. The trip is over, but the heart is still there. Cuicui has exhausted her life, insisting on pure love; and I am wasting my youth, insisting on what? If there are differences between the two, it is just that she is more realistic and I am more confused.

In this warm spring, in this dense Chinese New Year, I did not follow traditional customs and go home to reunite my family. Instead, I set foot in the hometown of Mr. Shen I dreamed of. As the new year approaches, I choose another culture and life, away from my destiny. I have gradually gotten used to everything without you and started a new life again in the new year. I really hope that in the future, I will go to many places I want to go and feel different cultures and smiles. I am so fresh and young, without the burden of any years, so I should run briskly and sing to my heart's content in this ancient land. When my feet touched this blue stone road, I stood at a distance away, hopelessly missing you, my friends in Shenzhen, my relatives in my hometown and myself. When I tried to "contact" her up close with my body and soul, in this ancient town called "Phoenix", I searched for yesterday's story, released yesterday's mood, and tried to interpret my heart through the long journey. The spiritual path of Nirvana, I am here. I know that the wish I made sincerely on the Tuojiang River with my eyes closed and sincerely made towards the wishing lamp will definitely come true...

This is the most unforgettable and exciting New Year's Eve in years. Today, after returning to Shenzhen, I can still see the dazzling fireworks all over the sky in my dream, and I can still hear the sound of firecrackers high and low at that time., I can still feel the laughter and fighting along the way. Standing on the southern tip of an earth and on a just-rising horizon, there is much to say but nothing seems to be said. I only know that my heart is still stuck in the mountains and rivers of Phoenix. With the flow of the Tuojiang River, it is stuck in the water and grass, allowing this first-class river water to be washed, and lost in the land of western Hunan...

A year has passed, and in one week I will add another year. My heart, where are you lost?

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The alarm clock at my bedside sounded on time at 5 a.m., and I reflexively bounced off the one-and-a-half-meter bed. In the winter morning in Shenzhen, everything seemed cold and clear. There was a wind blowing in my face. I subconsciously wrapped my coat tightly and walked towards the dark. In the streets, my friends were busy going home to reunite and immaculate to see me off. Carrying my bags, my lonely figure seemed extremely weak under the street lights. Fortunately, there was also this warm street light to see me off.

I waited for an hour at the North Gate of Shenzhen University, where I met my first lovely companion-Warm Heart. Perhaps it was because of their similar temperament, perhaps because of their similar age, or perhaps because they were both alone. The two strange women became familiar at once like sisters who had known each other for many years. Therefore, naturally, we had two jokers on this journey.

At 7:00, the car finally stopped at the north gate of Shenzhen University, and then gathered with the friends at the last stop. After counting enough people, we started to set out. I saw more than 20 strange friends on the car, and secretly laughed. They will accompany me through the entire eight-day journey, and they will start 2007 and usher in 2008 with me. I know I will like them, I know they will like me.

Due to traffic jams and road closures on the road, we didn't arrive at Fenghuang until the next afternoon. After a 30-hour long journey, I was sleepy and bumpy, and I was exhausted. I lost the interest in enjoying the scenery on the road while I was half asleep and half awake. After passing through several market towns, I saw several market markets, and the car crossed several slopes and rounded several turns. The phoenix was leisurely displayed in front of me. When I lingered on this land, counting the bluestone slabs sleeping in the ancient alleys of the city, my heart followed the footsteps of Mr. Shen and drifted in the Tuojiang River, losing my original confusion and colliding with the spirit and blood. place.

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Arriving at the booked California hotel, I unloaded my luggage, rushed away from my fatigue, and began to wander around the ancient city. A bowl of delicious rice noodles and a plate of fresh sweet cabbage filled my stomach and warmed my stomach. After lunch, it was nearly dusk, the dusk was thick, and the moon was like water. The lanterns hanging under the eaves of the hanging tower began to light up, telling passers-by that night was slowly falling. The ancient city began to take on its other charm. The lively streets were full of tourists. The lights on the water of the Tuojiang River made the shadows of the trees, houses, and figures on both sides long and long... The breeze of the old city blew in my face with a chill and stroked my cold cheeks. Suddenly I felt an inexplicable touch. Isn't the end of a paragraph actually the beginning of another new paragraph? Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, looking at the strange buildings and strange faces in my eyes, I know: my life has really started again!

The coolness is slipping into the wind, and the lights on both sides of the strait are gradually getting drunk. Happiness has just begun, and I am even at a loss. Dream back at midnight, looking at the scattered fallen leaves floating in the cool breeze outside the window, tears, I don't know when, quietly infiltrated my face.

The New Year's Eve dinner was settled in a restaurant near the river. When I came out after the reunion dinner, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening. There were little lights floating on the river. It was the beautiful wishes of loyal people. The water carried the wishes and disappeared. The sound of firecrackers and dazzling fireworks flashed overhead. I stood on the river. This boundless world made me unable to touch the traces of love.

After putting down the wishing lights, everyone suggested going to the bar, so everyone got up one after another, crossed the river, and walked towards the penthouse. Because of our arrival, the bar became lively. At night, we heard from time to time in the bar along the river. The sound of fighting, laughter and music in the bar came from time to time. I stood up and stood by the window, and saw the backs of groups of tourists walking by, people coming and going on the stone bridge, and children selling wishing lights. The commercial ancient city makes it so incompatible with the excitement and hustle here that skilled hawking and how to win business. Some people come here to look for light, some come here to look for pictures, some come here to look for history and the words left by those legendary people. Some people come and stay, some people come and leave, some people forget when they leave, and some people stay and start a trivial life. I couldn't find a suitable attitude to watch these coming and going, because I was not in any of them. I came, on New Year's Eve 2006, without purpose or reason. The deepest path of thought will never be as clear as knowing the direction to a certain area on earth.

At this moment, it was still in front of the window, singing and thinking, and suddenly remembered what Yuhua said that day: "There will be a story when a strange woman sleeps against a strange man, and there will be an accident when a strange man sleeps against a strange woman." And how many accidents will happen tonight in this old city with stories?

Raindrops fell under the dark yellow street lights, melancholy music was playing in the sprinkler bar, and disappointing tears fell from the corners of their eyes. This city has entered my life, and I have walked through the memories of this city. Is it a promise that once existed in the sky? That year, you said you would accompany me to the end of the world, you said you would accompany me to celebrate the New Year in Phoenix, but now you leave me alone. Everything was so familiar, but it's gone...

Several glasses of beer, several rounds of games, and a few unknown songs. When they were in the mood to play, everyone took off their coats and danced... Only tears are still flowing in the wind.

As night fell, excited people gradually returned. The ancient city left behind the original quiet lights on the river surface reflected in the water. Fireworks streaked across the sky and landed on the water surface. There were also the wishing lights all over the river. As the water moved closer and farther away, they floated on the water. What a beautiful long line is drawn on the water. Those songs, firecrackers, and shouts slowly drifted away. Leaving the flickering wishing lamp to accompany the endless flow of Tuojiang River water gone forever... When the New Year's bell sounded, I regained something from the stories buried in a lot of time., I regained myself from the crowded crowd. Beautiful nights, the ambiguous lights in the bar, Sax confided in detail, the fingers of a woman stained with wine in the tavern, the narrow blue stone road, carved doors and windows, unique penthouses, ethnic costumes, mixed people and languages from all over the world, the outer walls washed white by the rain and stamped with time, dancing in the night.

People who drink are drunk, and people who don't drink are also drunk. Some people are really drunk, some people pretend to be drunk, some people are drunk, some people are intoxicated, some people are drunk... I fell into a deep sleep while I was drunk. In her dream, Julia Roberts's lips still had the aftertaste of a passionate kiss…

4.

I fell asleep, dreamed, woke up, and leaned in the warm quilt when I got up, it was nearly noon. After a simple washing and washing up, there was no sign of the main troops. Because it was a free exercise, everyone might be more casual. Fortunately, I had my dear warm heart accompanying me wandering around the city. Walking through streets and alleys over and over again, walking on bluestone slabs. Walking through the ancient alleys of the small town, walking with your head down, looking up, every gesture is full of vicissitudes and ancient times. Every green brick and every stone tile contains the story of a period and hides a humanistic era. If you understand this, you will understand an era. It is also these bricks and tiles that, under the care of this water, have achieved beautiful legends!

Passing by Mr.'s former residence, I didn't go in to pay a visit. For a boring and extremely boring person like me, I didn't have much interest in the places where my old friend lived. In the amplified crowd, there was not much tranquility and tranquility. Moreover, my old friend had gone and left the rest of the house empty, which would only hurt me. It was your simple cemetery that stopped me, made me stop, made me sigh, and made me sad. The tears in my heart rippled like the water of the Tuojiang River.

Climbing up the stairs, turning left and right, under the shadow of a green bamboo, a clear spring pours down the mountain, giving off a touch of elegance. In front of a huge rock, under several osmanthus trees, a bluestone stands up. A few green characters are inlaid on them, which makes you understand "me" by thinking, and you can know "people" by thinking. Turning around, he said: I will not break or obey, I will be kind and conciliatory, the stars will be like their culture, and the children will be like their people. There is no big cemetery, not many flowers, and no marble watches. Just like the simplicity of the gentleman, the simplicity of the literati, and the tranquility of Tuojiang River, it tells the vicissitudes of life and the meaning of life. A kind of respect quietly surged into my heart, a kind of touching overflowed, and some thoughts arose. Sir did not die in battle, but he returned to the Tuoshui where he was born and raised as he wished. He listened to the morning bells and evening drums, and the Tuoshui spring floods...

I have not been able to fulfill my expectations before coming here. At least I have not found the perfect "Phoenix" of my dreams. At least I have not been able to show my whole heart to myself and the world to interpret it. Perhaps the reason why I call it a Phoenix here is that there is no perfection and detachment that I expected. Perhaps I still have not been able to get out of my heart. In this small town far away, why can I call it the most beautiful countryside in China? In my ice-cold heart, why do I call it a cold-blooded animal? I couldn't understand it. I was silently thinking and searching.

It's time to leave again, and life always flies by. Who will wait for only one memory in the rest of his life? When I left Phoenix, the sky began to drizzle. Is it the tears of this city? In the long journey of life, there is always something close to the depths of the soul that is constantly being familiar; constantly being distant; constantly being rooted; constantly being withdrawn... pieced together and separated again and again, nostalgia and separation; Missing and indifference; in the process of time and time again, let the mental load accumulate some beautiful but detached emotions.

5. on the road

Say goodbye to Phoenix and set off for Zhangjiajie at 5:30 p.m. Maybe everyone is tired. In the dim carriage, all I can see is the people who are already staggering, but I can't sleep. The bumps and the cold air all the way make me helpless. I can only open my empty eyes and watch the dusk gradually drawn up by the night. The road was staggering. At 9 p.m., the car slowly drove into Zhangjiajie. The entire city of Zhangjiajie has become quite mature due to the development of tourism, but the simple people of this city seem to be used to going to bed early, and there are hardly a few pedestrians on the street at 10 o'clock. We found the booked guide Shi Wanjin (13974400874) and enthusiastically arranged accommodation for us. The next task was to meet the needs of our stomach. Shi Dao took us to the famous snack street to have a meal.

There was no talk all night. I was ready to gather at 9 o'clock in the morning. A bowl of porridge and two steamed buns were breakfast that day. Half an hour later, the wheel took us to the gate of Zhangjiajie National Forest Park. There are no signs before the car arrives at the Forest Park, but once it stops at the door, you will suddenly have a sudden feeling. This is not the Zhangjiajie you imagined. This is indeed Zhangjiajie. Except for the amusement park MM, JIM, and NALA with guide passes, other students all have to pay a ticket fee of 248 yuan just like me. By buying tickets, we fully experienced the charm of modern high-tech. The entrance of the forest park uses fingerprint recognition technology. When the body follows the crowd into the garden, the soul follows and melts into the mountains and rivers.

6. Climb Huangshizhai

After entering the park, the destination on the first day is Huangshi Village. There are two local folk songs: "If you don't climb Huangshi Village, you will go to Zhangjiajie in vain." Huangshizhai is one of the locations of Zhangjiajie Forest Park. It is currently the most mature scenic spot in Zhangjiajie, and most tourists are concentrated here. It is 1200 meters above sea level and offers panoramic views of the park. Aunt Luo said that Zhang Liang, a famous minister in the Han Dynasty, was killed in cultivation here and was rescued by his teacher Huangshi Gong. Therefore, he got his name, also known as Huang Shizhai. So the soldiers were divided into two groups, one way up the stairs, and the other way up the cable car. FB members like me certainly joined the ranks of FB.

The fresh air is filled with highly negative ions. Roll down the car window, let the air soak every inch of skin, activate every cell, then close your eyes, take a deep breath, and the transparent thoughts will burst with the air. The transparent tears dripped down, evaporated sadly, escaped to the outermost edge of the atmosphere, and turned into transparent rain and dew that traveled across the earth. The sun shines through the lush leaves and reflects on several happy faces, and happiness spreads across the ocean like this.

The cable car goes directly to the top of Huangshizhai Mountain. The top of the mountain is quite flat, with mountains, forests, tea gardens and springs. It is said that more than ten years ago, this was once a forest ranger's dormitory in Huangshizhai Forest Farm. There was a family of forest farm workers living here. It can be said that "there is a family deep in the white clouds." Today, this clear place has become a passing cloud, and it has been replaced by a Tujia architectural style Liuqi Pavilion, a tea house, and a hotel. Walking up the stairs on the flat and comfortable stone path, you can see strange peaks on all sides, rugged rocks, lush forests, and unpredictable, giving people a sense of chaos that "things are mixed together, born before heaven and earth." The sun shone through the rich shade of trees and shone into the stream by the roadside, causing the entire forest to glow. Because it was the holiday and the Golden Week of Tourism, the entire mountain was crowded with tourists. The ears were filled with boiling human voices, the sound of tour guides 'horns, the crisp chirping of birds and the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves, a feeling of being away from the dust and the hustle and bustle of the dust made me immediately intoxicated.

While breathing the fresh and clean air in the forest, I felt its silence and tranquility, and unknowingly walked through a mountain road. Passing through the song booth, several Tujia girls were enthusiastically inviting guests to order songs. Looking at the mountains among the mountains is a characteristic of Zhangjiajie, and it is also a characteristic of Huangshi Village. The origin of wonderful names such as "Tianbing Gathering Garden","Splitting Mountains to Save Mother" and "Dinghai Shenzhen" are all the best ways to look at the mountains from here. Named after the view. For example, in the "Tianbing Gathering Garden", you can see dozens of stone peaks rising from the ground and crowded in a canyon. They are so powerful that they seem to be a group of soldiers standing in line; when you see the tower peak of "Cutting Mountains to Save Mother", you will find that the upper part of this rock is split in two, and the right half seems to have been hacked by a sharp axe, which reminds people of the myth of splitting mountains to save Mother. No wonder the tour guide said that the peak forests in Zhangjiajie are three-part shaped and seven-part imaginary. In fact, when viewed horizontally, the sides of the ridge form peaks, with different heights and distances. The nature's creation inspires people's thoughts and dreams. Anyone can capture more vivid shapes from this layer of ridges and obstacles and draw more beautiful and moving stories.

After nearly two hours of struggle with the mountains and difficulties, we have already circled Huangshi Village and returned to Liuqi Pavilion. Liuqi Pavilion is the only cultural landscape in Huangshi Village's natural landscape. It is a tower tower that stands abruptly on the foundation of a square stone platform. Climb this tower and you can overlook the scenic scenery of Zhangjiajie. On the top of the pavilion, an old man in black with a long beard and his wife set up a stage here to write inscriptions for tourists and earn some money. Liuqi Pavilion is named after the strange mountains, waters, rocks, clouds, plants and animals here. Rare things are precious, which is the law of society. Once nature falls into the mortal world, it cannot be exempted from customs.

Originally, people crowded with people during the climb, but when we reached the top of the mountain, it was a different scene. It could be described as overcrowded. Because tourists from all walks of life who visit Huangshi Village will eventually gather here, it naturally becomes a bustling place. Everyone found a place to stay and swallowed some dry food. After resting for a while, they began to visit various scenic spots again. Among them, the most impressive one is the "Star Picking Terrace", an essential scenic spot on the top of the village. This is a circular stone peak with an altitude of more than 1000 meters. It is flat at the top and hangs at the bottom. It is thrilling and full of stars. Standing on this platform, you may be able to pick off a few stars. Such a wonderful aerial viewing platform must be owned by Huangshi Village. While admiring and sighing, I also really felt lingering. It was getting late, so everyone hurried down the mountain and headed for the Jinjin Bian River.

7. Tan You Jinbian River

After climbing Huangshi Village, we explored the Jinbian River. Jinbianxi is one of the locations of CCTV's version of Journey to the West. What about Pig Bajie carrying his daughter-in-law, and attacking the white bones three times, all give us a feeling of déjà vu. Nature always cleverly combines green mountains and green waters. Mountains are visible because of water, and water is hidden in mountains. Water is naturally indispensable for a trip to Zhangjiajie's mountains and rivers.

Jinbianxi is located in the northeast of Zhangjiajie Forest Park and gets its name because it flows through a Jinbianxi Rock. It runs dozens of kilometers out of Zhangjiajie, passes through Suoxi Valley and flows into the Lishui River, becoming a source of Dongting Lake hundreds of miles away.

The air here contains the faint smell of leaves and flowers, as well as an indescribable freshness. With every breath, you will feel that the original turbid air in your lungs is weaker. Walking in Jinbianxi, you can see from time to time the scene of some of the companions holding their heads slightly high and taking deep breaths selflessly. Compared with the mountain road to Huangshi Village, the winding path of Jinbian River seems so quiet and cool. There are not many pedestrians on the road, which makes me feel like a lifetime ago.

The Jinbian River is sandwiched between the two gorges and is surrounded on the left and right. The many peaks you saw just now on Huangshi Village are right next to you. Such a close distance makes it impossible for you to look into the distance. You can only look up at the peaks entering the clouds and experience their magnificent momentum and charm. Only at this time can the true features of mountains such as "Tianshu Treasure Box","Dinghai God Needle","Nantian Pillar","Golden Turtle Exploring the Sea", etc. be fully visible. They are no longer a rolling faction, but the vertical joints. Smooth eroded surfaces, and even cracks that were expanded by mountain vines.

There are four streams in Zhangjiajie, the longest of which is Jinbian River. Only one section of it has been developed as a tourist area, and it is nearly eight kilometers each way. The water in Jinbian River does not come from the river, and there is no change in the reservoir. It seeps out drop by drop from under every tree root, every branch of grass, every stone, and every crack. It is spotless and endless. It is so clear and transparent. If not for being in this state, who would have understood that there is such pure water in the world that cleanses the soul? I have never seen such a charming and palpitating stream in my life. The clear gurgling pure water penetrated into the depths of my soul. It was so moved that I couldn't help myself, and tears almost flowed out of my eyes. Such wonderful worldly mountains and such wonderful worldly waters, except Zhangjiajie, how many places can you see in the world?

At the end of the day, there was little left of my physical strength that had been exhausted. The sun sank bit by bit along the horizon, the vast dusk surrounded the vast mountains, and a bright crescent moon hung on the horizon, shining with a cold luster. By the time we arrived at the top of Yuanjiajie Mountain, the large army had already begun in a lively manner. Everyone gathered around the dining table and waited for dinner: stir-fried vegetable hearts, braised pork with taro, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bacon and bamboo shoots...

After the meal, everyone was standing in front of the house in twos and threes waiting for the car to pick us up to stay. There was no moonlight, and the stars in the sky were flashing and jumping, making the cold night sky look particularly beautiful. Warm heart is teaching Shanye Feng to read constellations, but the naughty Big Dipper only likes to tease people, but no matter how Shanye Feng uses his four words, he cannot identify it. No matter whether Beidou, Weaver Girl, or Qiuniu, whether they can be distinguished or not, the only difference is their respective state of mind. In a short period of time, we encounter and leave, strangeness and familiarity, we refuse to promise, we guard against worries, our beliefs abandon the starting point, we no longer follow the rules, we yearn for the distance, life, so easily the stars move.

After settling in, taking a hot bath, I washed away all the tiredness. I put on my coat and walked to the yard to watch the stars reflecting the earth. The whole world seemed to have turned into a quiet garden. Heart, quiet. Even thoughts were frozen. He called and leisurely said that he missed me very much... After I left, all he could say to me was still such obscure words. Except for silence, I was speechless. Because I knew that this was not the answer I was waiting for. Maybe, for the rest of my life, I won't be able to wait for that answer. Suddenly I have the urge to dial your phone. When I press the last button, I finally give up. I looked up at the sky. See if you are there. Look at me, under the starry sky. How to smile instead of shed tears.

Thinking of how many beautiful roads we have traveled together. Thinking of how many blue skies and white clouds we have seen together. Thinking of those days when I had you with me, I pretended again that if I walked this journey with you today, we would definitely keep bickering, and I would definitely keep acting coquettishly, complaining about being tired, sunburned, thirsty, hot, and painful, and then I would ride on your back and let you carry it.

The temperature outside the window is very low. The sky is gray. Gray as the mood tonight. My heart-it hurts, it hurts... Yes, yes, I made myself so unlovable. Why should I ask to be loved for a long time? Standing alone under this lonely starry sky, with sadness and happiness that no one knows, a voice floated into my ears from the wind: "Dear, where will you be at this moment..." Thinking of my dear people in a strange place, my eyes are already wet: there are no warm shoulders for me to stop, and I don't know where I have gone...

The students in the house were heating around the stove, drinking, and playing games. I moved a chair and approached the crowd. Time passed quickly in "008". I missed you and fell asleep with a drunkenness on my face. The alcohol in my stomach has been burning and never extinguished, like loneliness. It shines mottled in late winter and early spring. Love is forgotten and disintegrated beyond our control.

8. Tour Tianzi Mountain

When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright. Lazy wash up and finish a hearty breakfast. When we started to tour Tianzi Mountain, our party faced the wind and rain, and walked along the Yuan family boundary with sonorous steps. Different from looking at the mountain top at the foot of Jinbianxi River, Yuanjia Jieshang has a completely condescending feeling, which also truly shows the atmosphere and majesty of Zhangjiajie. Walking along the road leading to the Yuan family boundary, there are endless scenery along the way. The famous No. 1 Bridge in the world is here. If the weather is good, this is definitely a place that kills camera memory. Unfortunately, the road is slippery on rainy days, and the voices are boiling. You can just take a quick look at the flowers and glance past. Another point worth mentioning is that Zhangjiajie has invested particularly heavily in advertising in South Korea in recent years, so it attracts many Korean tourists every year. Shops, scenic spots and road signs in Zhangjiajie are all marked in Chinese and Korean. When we were walking, more than 90% of the 3355 tour groups in front of us spoke Korean, giving us the illusion that we had arrived at a certain attraction in South Korea. What do you mean by saying this? In some consumer places in the scenic area, a large part of the prices are marked for Koreans. To put it bluntly, they are dedicated to slaughtering Koreans. Therefore, we tourists must not blindly consume. Make full use of our language advantages and bargain with merchants.

Crossing the first bridge in the world is just a parking lot. There are many parking lots on the Zhangjiajie Mountains, with many environmentally friendly vehicles in them. They will be driven out at a certain time to reach designated scenic spots. All such vehicles on the mountain are free and crowded into the car heading towards Tianzi Mountain in the wind.

Half an hour later, we arrived at Tianzi Mountain. There was a statue of He Long in Helong Park on the mountain. Everyone came forward to take photos with Marshal He Long. The fog in the sky still has not dispersed. Tianzi Mountain is already close in front of us, but still shyly hides behind the clouds and refuses to show it to others. This is precisely the most beautiful and desirable scenery.

When you come to Zhangjiajie, you can't go not to Tianzi Mountain, because standing on top of Tianzi Mountain and overlooking the world, the grand scenery is truly unique. There are many scenic spots in the park such as Shentang Bay, Yubi Peak, West Sea, and fairy flowers laying, all of which are fascinating. Tianzi Mountain is the most attractive mountain in Zhangjiajie, with an altitude of 1260 meters. It is named after the Xiangwang Tianzi (Xiang Dakun) gathered here to oppose the Ming Dynasty during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. It is closely related to the mountains and rivers of Zhangjiajie Forest Park and Suoxiyu Nature Reserve, which I have walked before. It is especially high because of its location. Therefore, there is a local saying that "when you see the mountains, you must look at Tianzi Mountain. If you see Tianzi Mountain, you will not look at the mountains of the world" and "if you don't visit Tianzi Mountain, you will go to Wulingyuan in vain."

Today happens to be rainy and foggy, and this place has become a sea of clouds, known as the West Sea. I really hope that the West Sea is a real sea, then I will jump into the sea and hug these real, illusory and full of spiritual peaks.

The weather began to slowly improve in the afternoon, and the sun came out to say hello to everyone, so I spent the day soaking in Tianzi Mountain. Night fell and the birds were about to return to their nests. We also went back to accommodation along the road. The road stretches far in front of the car and behind the car. The car turns mountain after mountain around the mountain, as if there is no end. The altitude also began to rise gradually, and my tinnitus became more and more serious. I had to repeatedly shake my teeth up and down to swallow saliva to reduce the impact of air pressure on my eardrum. The scenery flew by outside the window, and the only thing I remembered was the undulating mountains of high and low layers. The coming of night made me hold my breath excitedly and listen to the voice that leads to my soul... The rain is coming, beating on the car window, beating on the exciting music, and beating on our youth...

9. Dangerous break into Wulong Village

Today is the last day on the mountain. After breakfast, we will continue on our final journey. After walking through the dangerous Wulong Village and starting to divide into two groups, I joined the ranks of ZN and began the arduous and long walk. We were crawling along the mountain road all morning, from this hill to that hill, up to the top of the mountain, down to the bottom of the valley, and finally up to the sky in one step. We weren't too tired all the way. Finally, our usual exercise was not in vain, especially a heart-warming guy who doesn't know how to be tired. PF is over.

At noon, the warm sunshine was not enough. The air is as pure as if it is on another planet. Every time I close my eyes and take a deep breath, it feels like I want to suck it into my heart. Although it was a little uncomfortable to get soaked in sweat, the wind immediately relaxed and relaxed. The entire body breathes, walks, and thinks at the same rhythm. The lungs no longer breathe independently and unconsciously, but are trained to coordinate with the mind and body.

At 3 p.m., it fell to the Jinbian River, and the sun flashed and flashed, reflecting the multi-faceted light and shadow of time between the deep and heavy mountains. There are occasional icy streams deep in the dry canyon, which lead to a weak and soft stream in the huge ravines under the lonely sky. It seemed to have a mysterious gaze sharply cut through all the still deserts and crossed through the mountains around the world, silently standing there. The wind blows openly, and the whole world is so quiet that only the nature of music is left. Soft water and stacked rocks hug each other gently and read quietly. The tranquil blue and elegant green blend mysteriously in the transparent water. Occasionally, a string of strange small blisters float gently underwater-Slowly upward and dissipate-interpreting the eyes from birth to death. Like a strange afternoon essay, it reminds me of a beautiful and lonely woman who came to make a promise for a previous life.

We arrived at 4 p.m. on time and returned to the gate of Zhangjiajie National Forest Park. We found Li Sifu and Zeng Sifu, whom we had not seen for two days, and the driver who had carried us all the way. When I returned to my seat, I silently recalled the three days, and suddenly realized that all my words had become pale and weak at this moment. In life, there will always be some special beauty that comes when you least expect it; in life, there will always be some unique traces that make you miss someone as hard as you can forget. When it becomes a passer-by in life, it will never become a cloud of the past in memory.

We got off the mountain at 6 o'clock, picked up our luggage, and got on the car. Shi Dao had already found something for us to eat. It was authentic farmhouse rice, the most FB meal. The 7-day journey also ended, and we were on our way home when the lights first came on!

Start, end. Then it starts again and ends again... Life is actually such a cycle of repeated cycles. Say goodbye to the stone guide who has taken good care of us for several days. Shi guide took a detour from the mountain road and went home alone. In the misty rain.

The car drove out of Zhangjiajie. Finally, after Roman finished taking pictures of my ugly sleeping position, everyone fell asleep, except for the two drivers who drove attentively. The rain hit the car window, making a swish sound.

After I came back, I was overwhelmed by the tedious work every day. I finally finished writing the running accounts of those days. I would like to thank all my friends again, to the tour guide Shi Wanjin, and to the two lucky drivers: Master Zeng and Master Li.

This article is dedicated to my dear XDJMs

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