Source: People’s Daily Online – People’s Daily Overseas Edition
Siming Mountain in Ningbo City, Zhejiang Province is picturesque, attracting a large number of tourists to visit the mountain. Photo by Dong Xiaofei (People’s Photo)
The vine-like winding mountain road sends us into the clouds, and the car is like a light boat, rippling above the 800-mile blue waves of Siming Mountain in Ningbo City, Zhejiang Province.
Crossing Gaodiling, turning up Qiankuling, and driving on Yang’eling, which is known as Ningbo’s “Heavenly Road”. Here the mountains are high and the roads are steep, with twists and turns, the nine-curved jade belt, and the picturesque scenery. It is the most dangerous and most beautiful section of the Huxi Line.
As soon as Yang’e Ridge was out of sight, the green Huagai Mountain stood in front of me like spring bamboo shoots unearthed. It is the highest peak in Xiujia. There are a large number of rare southern yew trees and ferns on the mountain. Ancient wood is also a paradise for wild animals such as muntjac, pheasant, deer, goral, pangolin and so on.
A bunch of jadeite with clear water usually hangs on the waist of Huagai Mountain. I hurriedly got out of the car and rushed into the endless blue. Yingying was in the water, and the breeze came into the sleeves. Taking a deep breath, I unknowingly threw the irritating heat, anger, and anxiety out of the sky.
Longtan Village, a hidden land at the northern foot of Huagai Mountain, is surrounded by mountains and flows across the horizon. Walking into the village, the sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry. The sky, filled with breath-taking blue and clouds, looks like a flock of sheep that no one grazes. Walking around the water along the wooden plank road, I saw the pine and bamboo on the mountain. Stepping over the bubbling spring, squatting down, picking up a few water sprays on the body, it is really cool to reach into the cold spring. Not far away, a boulder emerged from the water, the size of a room. The rock mass is flat, probably rolled down from the mountain when the reservoir was built. We sat back to back on the rocks. The evening wind pierced through the water, twitching my long hair, and the moonlight poured out, salvaging a dream in the water.
The night is close to the mountains, and fireflies light up the valleys. The sky is cut into irregular shapes by the mountains. Tired birds throw into the forest, and the night returns to silence. The rain-like sound of insects made the night dark and deep. Gently close your eyelids, hang your dream on the branches, and fit your body into the embrace of the mountain. In the dream, I raised my arms and asked the azure starry sky for poetry and youth.