Spring outing eagle hat

Eagle Hat is located on the Wujiang River at the junction of Houxing and Houping Township. Seen from a distance, this mountain looks like a huge goshawk, hence the name Eagle Hat. Because this mountain is the highest mountain in Fiona Fang in recent decades, it is well known to all women and children. In summer, you will often hear such words: "the clouds go to the eagle hat, and the heavy rain comes." After a long sunny day, the villagers will see hope if they see dark clouds floating towards the eagle hat. I couldn't resist the mystery of stalagmites and the temptation of monkeys, and I longed for the eagle hat that I personally went into battle. People who have been invited many times are afraid to go. With the encouragement of some kind people, "it's too far to go", so I decided to go and see it, thus giving up my wish.

It was late spring, and early in the morning, I walked all the way with my bare hands, looking at the warm sun all over the mountain. Walking on the Houxing Camellia Highway, boxes of flue-cured tobacco seedbeds, high-voltage transmission lines erected beside the highway and towering houses in the village are amazing the ever-changing changes in the countryside. At the end of the road, and then along the stone ladder path up the hill, there are many trees on both sides, pine and cypress towering, bees and butterflies flying, bursting with warmth. From time to time, there are clear springs flowing out of the cracks in the stone. When I am tired and thirsty, I will find a cool lawn to lie down and rest for a while, and then I will take a sip of cool and sweet spring water, which will make me feel refreshed and then continue on my way. Dogs bark from time to time in the narrow alleys of the village. When I bent down to pick up the stone and prepared to deal with it, "Never mind, the dog is tied, where to go?" When I looked up, I saw my host's kind smiling face. I explained my purpose, and the host enthusiastically showed me the way and told me to go home to rest and drink water. The cordial greetings from residents give people a feeling that they have never met before and are better than their relatives. At the crossroads, the stone tablet is your loyal guide. Because you are curious, even if you climb the mountain, you walk very fast, and soon you will come to a mining place under the top of the mountain. I didn't know that the top of the mountain in front was the eagle hat until I asked. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I'm only on this mountain. "

When I heard that I had reached my destination, my hanging heart began to calm down. In the mine, an old man and two young people are busy. At noon, seeing that I was a stranger, maybe it was time to rest, I chatted through the shed built by the hole. It turns out that these people are all from neighboring villages. They have been helping people dig mines here for three or four years, and now they can earn thirty or forty dollars a day. In our remote mountain village, the income has been considerable, but it is a bit hard. (This article was written in 2000) When talking about the grade of mines, they proudly said: Our mines are the best in the future. Seeing that I am a small expert in mining, they suddenly asked me if I wanted to be the boss of mining here. I just laughed. How did they know that others would travel all the way here? At the end of the conversation, I offered to visit the mine, but they flatly refused my request. It's too dangerous inside. Indeed, when I went to the cave, it was really scary. Looking at their muddy bodies, I was filled with thoughts.

Because I want to go home, I have to continue my journey after a short rest. In the farmland near the top of the mountain, rags are hung everywhere, and the mountain wind is blowing slowly. According to the local people, there are many monkeys wearing eagle hats here. Every year when the crops are ripe, the monkeys flock to break corn around the crops in the mountains. So at this time of year, they take people to the fields to guard them day and night. Even so, a lot of corn is eaten by monkeys every year. Because the fairy monkey will run out of the jungle when you turn around, and when you run back from a distance to catch up, it has climbed into the jungle with a big corn cob and climbed to the cliff, making faces at you proudly and even scratching your ass like a human, making you laugh and cry. Usually, in order to prevent monkeys from destroying crops, people think of hanging rotten clothes to protect others. At the top of the mountain is a furry dog path, with trees and weeds on both sides, climbing vigorously. My hand was stabbed and punctured from time to time, and bright red blood flowed out. The pain is unbearable, and my body is covered with the "dust" of leaves. Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down. The cliff split by the axe and the Wujiang River rolling westward at the bottom of the cliff are like a jade belt, churning with little waves and dotted with green hills on both sides. A small boat rumbled and struggled to "crawl" against the current, and the whistle echoed in the valley. ...

Looking at the distant mountains, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind: a huge goshawk was really thirsty after a few days' flight, and finally found that the river was flowing westward, so it stopped at the top of the mountain and extended its beak to the bottom of the river, forever fixed as this magical mountain. The moisture on the ground sparkled under the gentle sunlight, and the distant sky showed a faint mist. Looking from a distance, the mountains are looming, and I seem to be in heaven and earth. When I came to my senses, I looked for the monkey's footprint everywhere, but I couldn't see the shadow of a monkey or hear anything. According to local people, no monkeys can be seen at noon. The monkey was afraid of the sun, so he went to the comfort zone in the cave to rest. Only in the morning and evening does he come out to look for cherries in the mountains. Because I want to go home that day, I only blame myself for bad luck and no pleasure. I have to admire the towering "bamboo shoots" on the cliff with deep regret. It is a mountain, but it is actually more like a bamboo shoot growing from the middle of the mountain. It is about sixty or seventy meters high and twenty meters in diameter. Its shape is extremely smooth due to years of sun and rain, wind and frost soaking, and it peels off a layer every five or six meters. Several miscellaneous trees grow from time to time between cracks, just new bamboo shoots that have just taken off their shells. People have to praise the wonders of nature.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west, and I had to catch forty miles of mountain roads, so I had to reluctantly leave the mysterious eagle hat.