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|Ah, the wildness of Beauty Valley|
When you have experienced something, the landscape in front of you is not the same as before. -- Haruki Murakami
The mountainous area opposite the rotten house in front of the "Buddha" stone in Xiangyanggou has gathered several entrances to the outdoor routes newly developed by the big names, namely Drunken Gold Gorge, Wu Xing Ya and Beauty Valley. Drunken Gold Gorge is across the ridge from Wu Xing Ya, and Wu Xing Ya is across the ridge from Mei Mei Yu. After going up these vertical climbing routes, they all intersect with the horizontal path under the north fence of Xiangshan Park.
They are difficult climbs and are extremely dependent on personal fitness. As the routes are not too long, they can be completed in roughly half a day. Some outdoorsmen will reorganise the nearby routes to create a colourful map of the Xishan Mountains, which can be as simple as it is complicated and as far as it is close.
On the whole, the route on the northern slope of the Xiangxu Peak (Ghostly Sorrow) is a new one, with the following routes in order from east to west: Mangan Cliff, Dog Head Ridge (Nohan Slope), Drunken Gold Gorge, Wu Xing Cliff and Beauty Valley. Each cliff has a unique view, but it should be noted that Old Wolf Ridge is only a section of the ferry route, which connects the access road from Beauty Valley to Gohang Cliff, a steep, scrubby dirt road that will be a bad experience to walk.
The Shinkansen always attracts many admiring fans on holidays, stopping among the deep streams and mountains. The first track in Miringyu was posted on Six Feet, no more than a week at the most, I think. It was properly on the top of my outdoor webcam hit list. May Day before, is for this line scratching the wall when, rainy night listening to the leader and I speak: about a few people, after the holiday is empty to go to the beauty of the Valley. The dream master is cashing in, my heart cheers. The day before the festival, the rain listened to the team leader on the ground to go through the beauty of the Valley, the next day before sending the team, the word responsibility capital, really bring their own halo.
I am sure I can put my mind at ease when I join him and the Changping Jiayue Lan Ting team leader's alliance to go to Beauty Valley.
On the first of May, I went out at 5:30am, except for the National Botanical Garden where there were a lot of people on the way, and arrived at the post office in Xiangshan an hour early. I was sitting on the alabaster railing in front of the post office, comfortable in the sun from the blinding May sunrise. SHEN, a sunny guy with a flat haircut, came out of the snack bar to meet me. SHEN is proudly titled by the leader of the Jia Yue Lan Ting - a graduate student with a passion for the outdoors.
At 7:30, Ding and the Rainy Night Listening leader gathered one after another. It's been a long time since I've seen Rainy Night Listening and his cheeks are tanned to the same complexion as the dominant singer Jikki. Ding came quietly in a softshell trench coat, two layers of hats and sunglasses, so quiet that I didn't recognise him. Shallow Dance, who wore a helmet and didn't remember much communication, carried a white safety helmet and tucked it in close to listen to the leader on a rainy night.
It was still early for the set meeting time, so I reported to the leader and set off slowly first, with special instructions to meet up at the entrance to Drunken Gold Gorge. When I got there, I asked my graduate student SHEN to take up a position at the junction, while I waited on the upper slope.
At this point, the outfitter, Ding, was in a hurry and, under the kind guidance of two older sisters whom I had never met, went straight to the Hanging Armour Pagoda by mistake. When I shouted at her throat, she was long gone. Perhaps everything was for the best, Ding later said, even if we could catch up to climb Beauty Valley together, according to their own physical ability will be dragged back ...... In what seemed like a long silence, SHEN and I ushered in the footsteps of the large group. Jia Yue Lan Ting leader with a head of flowing hair, is a sturdy little handsome man, no wonder the shallow dance is always clamoring to see him. It was the first time we had met the many smiling outdoorsmen of Changping as they came up the mountain path.
The leader of Jiayue Lanting told me as we climbed Beauty Valley that we must have met before at the event. I looked at him again, and a fragment of déjà vu came back to me. Following a dirt road through the woods, the group crossed a small slope and a rocky bank intersected with the trail, a must-see gully entrance to Beauty Valley. The poor marker is just a few sides of old sutra cloth hanging from the branches of a bush. The group stops in front of a two-metre-high cliff, which splits in the middle, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, allowing people to climb up, with a dirt track on either side.
Rainy Night listened to the leader's suggestion to climb the small cliff first to warm up. The taller Wen Jing and the spirited Asami both chose to go around, standing at the top of the cliff with their mobile phones taking photos for us. The long-armed and long-legged Big Ears Tu Tu went to the front of the cliff and climbed up in three easy steps. I struggled to get my feet stuck on the rock walls on either side of the small cliff, and only after failing once did I clumsily make it up and turn around to ask my brother and sister below to pass the bag up.
The geology of the northern slopes of the Incense Burning Peak (Ghostly View) is wild and has been left untouched by late development. The valley is rocky and not far away, we enter an open stone gate and ahead of us is the large cliff of Beauty Valley, which reveals its full extent, with cramped rock walls on either side, sandwiched by a narrow gully, and at the end of which is a vertical cliff rising steeply, nearly ten metres high, which blocks access. In the middle of the bluff is a wide gap, and the whole gully, by virtue of the great bluff, is suddenly elevated, looking up at a greenery on the mountain range that seems to melt into the pale blue sky, in one place. Standing on the potholed rocks, the surrounding towering rock walls are dusty and one cliff face is densely covered in white bird droppings. The scrub of the mountains exudes an otherworldly atmosphere. The team looked extraordinarily soft in front of nature, and our horses were forced to stay in a corner of the gorge, strangled by the relentless strangulation of a large cliff.
Where are the clouds across the Qinling Mountains and where is our home? With a sharp stone, I carved the three words Beauty Valley into the cliff face. When I looked up again, the leader of the Blue Court had climbed up from the right side of the cliff, but there was no way in at three or four metres, and it was very hard to get down. With the future uncertain, Big Ears Tutu volunteered to climb up through the gap with a thirty metre flat belt brought by the Rainy Night Listen leader around his waist, and after tying the anchor point, he threw it to the leader of the Jia Yue Lan Ting who was stranded on the side of the cliff, who pulled the rope and climbed up.
The active reunion scene made me think of the lost outfit Ding again, and I hurriedly pulled out my mobile phone to leave a message through the weak signal in the valley, but unfortunately my efforts were rewarded with a blank. What can be changed is the course of history, what cannot be changed is the result of history. Life will always have regrets, there is no what if at first, no matter how many times you start over. Each river and sea, sunken with a different view, but also tumbling with their own dangers.
On a rainy night, the leader listened to someone's large rucksack in his hand and climbed up the rope with one hand. The crowd tried to persuade him, but he continued to stagger up with his bag. Shallow Dance climbed up the rope and followed the gap upwards, his helmet shifting in the light and dark, when suddenly there was a clink and a piece of debris flew down from the big cliff, falling fast and sliding past the snowflakes standing in front of him. I quickly asked my teammates to stand on the side of the cliff to avoid the risk.
Wen Jing insisted on climbing the cliff without taking off her backpack and was naturally affected by prancing around in the crevices, as Rainy Night listened to the leader meet her at the top of the cliff. When she was about to reach the leader's hand, she shouted: "Give me a hand! It was not easy as the Rainy Night Listening Leader leaned down carefully at the top of the cliff. Finally, she took her hand. The atmosphere was tense as we looked up at the sexy little butts of our teammates climbing upwards, always sweating for the marchers. When I saw the image of two hands clasped in one, pulling Wen Jing up, I shouted at the top of the big break: I want to be the man in my big brother's heart. The atmosphere was immediately jovial and my teammates laughed.
At this moment, the secretary waiting to climb behind me, a gentle man wearing glasses, couldn't stand the loneliness with his companions and sat down at the bottom of the cliff to eat a sachima, and offered to feed me one. When he had finished eating, he climbed up slowly and silently under one side of the cliff face at the bottom of the gully where we were standing, crossing a cliff face with ease and completing the circuit upwards. Incredulous, I pointed to the sloping rock and asked my companion: How did he get over there?
The answer was: it just went over.
The Great Cliff is full of dangers, but the name Beauty Valley is extraordinarily gentle. The name has its origins in the fact that if you look back at the cliff face at the mouth of the valley, you will find a silhouette of a beauty half hidden between the cliffs. I did so: "Oh, I really see it! Wen Jing snapped a picture with her hand back. Against the backdrop of the blazing sun outside the gully, the rock face at the mouth of the gully is dark black, with a raised rock in the middle that naturally outlines the silhouette of a beautiful woman in profile. The straight bridge of the nose, the three-dimensional eyes and the soft line of the chin. The silhouette is well defined and well proportioned. There is never a shortage of beauty in life, but only a lack of discovery.
Just one look at the rock face and that beauty will enter the heart. When I told Makiro how Beauty Valley got its name, she disliked me: the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous and untrustworthy she is, don't you know that? A statement that made me think carefully, the traps are all delicate in appearance, and then look at the beauty on the wall like a mask, she is cold and ruthless town guarding the gully, and a weird blood smell is born around. Another strange thing was that the small brass bell on my rucksack was jingling all the way, but it didn't ring again when I entered the gully.
The Changping Outdoor Team is a warm and welcoming group of people who are all very skilled but low-key, the women are spirited and bold, the men are calm and tough. The first time I talked to Snowflake, I started with the sports trousers she was wearing. There was a Route 66 logo on the back waist of those trousers. I knew all about outdoor products in general, but it was the first time I saw the Route 66 brand, so I was curious and asked: What brand is this? The other person snickered and explained: to cover up a cut, specially sewn on. It was her turn to climb the cliff, wearing a skinned windbreaker with thin pockets, so I took charge of keeping her phone temporarily. The snowflakes were medium in stature, and I saw her brush the rope to her waist, and turn into the gap of the big cliff with her bare hands, her body was well coordinated, and she climbed up without any difficulty.
This washout gully at Mei Ren Yu is full of small cliffs, but the only real strain is this big one, and if you overcome it, you've done the whole thing. The sunshine boys SHEN and I stayed at the end, hanging our packs on the rope in turn at the bottom of the cliff, while the rainy night at the top of the cliff listened to the leader pull up one by one. I climbed last, shifting my weight backwards in the crevices of the rock wall. There were more grabbing and stepping points on both sides than I thought, so I just stretched my body and climbed up with gusto. Hiding in a rock crevice saves me from the visual impact. Climbing to the top of the big break, I was a little dismayed to find that it was not what I thought was flat, but a large sloping surface, smoother under the long-term wash of water. Rainy Night listened to the leader at the top and patiently filmed me for four minutes as Sago Hou Hsiao-hsien filmed a long shot of Nie Yin Niang. First filming the unmoving bottom of the cliff and continuing until I emerged, complete with moving images depicting my time sinking and floating in the crevices of the rocks.
I crouch on the sloping face of the cliff top, cautiously touching the rocks and creeping. Listening to the leader's exhortations on a rainy night: first line up the rocks you're gripping to see if they're loose. Make sure the lifesavers themselves are safe ...... Hearing this in real life benefited me. Quickly spotting a floating rock at hand, I grabbed it and tossed it down the gully behind me. The rock touched the rock with a crisp clatter and for a moment peace returned. The two of us chatted while I climbed another six or seven metres to get out of harm's way and exhaled. The cliff top was super rocky and I suggested that Rainy Night listen to the leader and take a step back to manually exclude some of it.
The rest of the dirt road is not to be underestimated, there are few outdoorsmen walking here, we can only go up hard with thorns and briers. The snowflakes in front of us kept reminding us to keep our distance and watch out for falling rocks. I likewise reminded Shallow Dance behind me and climbed to the top in mutual admonition.
The adventure came to an end when we reached the mature trail. Miraculously, Outward Bound Tiny was there waiting. Curious, I asked: Yo, how did you get here? She replied: I came up from Drunken Gold Gorge to meet up with the big group.
What a coincidence that we climbed Beauty Valley to enjoy the scenery, but we were seen by the pedestrians watching the scenery. Another good coincidence was the picture taken by this passer-by, which was seen by the Rainy Night Listening leader in a group and passed on to me from WeChat. The picture shows several outdoorsmen in bright clothing, scattered across the narrow, standing, steep gully cliffs, with a long flat belt running through them. We were like a few grains of grass compared to the mountains. It all looks so thrilling that I dare not recognise it as us, and after repeatedly looking at it several times, I mentally say; the one at the bottom in orange is me.
The outdoors should be held with a humble and aggressive attitude.
The group came up from Beauty Valley and took a short break on the trail. Here the view was extraordinarily open, with no trees in front of us, the cliffs on the side and the lush forested gully below leading to Beauty Valley. After the group photo, Rainy Night listened to the leader as he led the group to Old Wolf's Ridge. The entrance to Old Wolf's Ridge is not far from the group photo, on a slope of scrub that rises to the north. A dirt road with an obvious downward slope curves down, so steep that it makes the eyes dizzy, approaching 70 degrees. On a rainy night, I listened to the leader's comment about Old Wolf Ridge in 50 words: it is essentially a slope, connecting the upper exit of Beauty Valley with the middle of the Five Elements cliff at the bottom. The slope is steep and full of trees. There is a word for walking on a seventy degree rock wall, luckily only about three metres.
I didn't know the name Old Wolf Ridge before, but I knew the place. Not long ago, when I was climbing the Five Elements Cliff with 3501, he had to go around the cliff due to an old injury and took the dirt road to Old Wolf Ridge by mistake. Halfway up, he was surprised by the bird trail on the cliff wall of Old Wolf Ridge and came back, before he finished climbing the cliff with me. He described Old Wolf Ridge as a path only one foot wide.
The track on Old Wolf Ridge is extremely sparse. This time, I was able to see it in its entirety, but the rush between the steep cliffs was beyond my ability. I always wanted to see it when I didn't see it, but once I was there, I was scared to death. Shallow Dance said behind me, "You don't know the old wolf? The road he walked on is called Old Wolf Ridge.
The trail was so steep that Xiao Ding, Shallow Dance, Wen Jing and Snowflake walked down it without fear. Shortly after descending the steepness, there was a bird trail that scraped against the rock face. I listened to the leader on a rainy night as he told me easily that it was okay to have foot nests. I was not afraid of the years, but I was not. Facing a sharp zigzag bend, I stopped. The turn was only twenty centimetres wide, a small flat area against the cliff face, surrounded by sparse shrubs, and beyond that by a deep, muddy stream. I crouched down and scraped my buttocks against the steep slope, sliding down a little and barely moving around the bend.
Ahead of me was a four-metre-long dirt path against the cliff face, no more than 20 centimetres wide, its footwells made of the grassy mud that clung to the rocky wall, with no solidity whatsoever. In one place it was not even a foot wide. Beyond was a stream more than ten metres deep. I shivered all over. The snowflakes in front of me turned around and taught me to keep my face to the cliff face and to move my feet slowly forward. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the hang of the "face to the wall" technique, and I always used to turn my body sideways, but fortunately this part of the cliff was not vertical. After barely scraping my way across, I had to descend another steep three-metre high rock slope.
Snowflake went down first, but suddenly her feet slipped and her body followed her down, but fortunately her feet touched the ground. Fortunately, her feet had touched the ground. In the dust, she held on to a branch and did not let go, but was safe. When it was my turn to go down, I couldn't find a place to put my feet, so I was grateful for the care I received when I was in danger. On the rainy night, I listened to the leader standing at the bottom of the ridge taking pictures of us, but later I still felt it was not easy to look at the pictures and wondered where I got the courage in the first place.
The remaining dirt road after the hike was drilled with endless grass trees and bushes. The soil was so soft that it was like stepping on a surging tide underfoot. I was both stabbed and eaten. I went to the hospital and paid 100 yuan to have a small thorn removed from my finger, and was laughed at for saying it was rosewood.
The group came to a screeching halt at the end of the dirt road, at the middle of the Five Elements cliff break. The team unloaded their packs and left them where they were, and followed the Rainy Night Listening Leader to the first rock face of the Five Elements Cliff, where they took a family photo. The team took turns to go up the first cliff of the Five Elements Cliff. The outfitter, Ding, jumped up and pulled the rope to show off his skills. The secretary, wearing glasses, tiptoed around the other side of the cliff to create a new path, completing another possible climb in what seemed like an impossible place.
Cliff climbing is different from hiking, it uses the explosive strength of your back and legs, and for a few days after I returned, my buttocks and thighs hurt when I moved. Sending pictures of Beauty Valley to my friends, my heart blossomed and I thanked my teammates for taking the pictures.
Recently, it was rumoured that something happened at Beauty Valley and videos and pictures of the injured were posted. When first stepped into Beauty Valley, puffed a wet heavy Yin Qi. The words that there is not enough yang energy came true, and the tragedy of blood splattered Beauty Valley and tears spilled on the big cliff happened, which outdoor people do not want to see. The wounded who suffered its lustful kiss were fortunate to be alive.
After the nucleic acid test, I went back to Xiangshan. I passed by Beauty Valley and went up to have a look. There was a thick puddle of dried blood on the rocks below the big cliff. Life is unpredictable and desires are never ending, so some cliffs should be forgotten. After hearing about the accident on a rainy night, the leader said to me the lines from the Psalm - Xiao Ya: like walking on thin ice, trembling and trembling.
Tolstoy said that even the greatest writers are only writing personal fragments. I always want to describe my experiences in more detail, to express a unique individual feeling. At the same time, I am also concerned that in some of the more dangerous parts of the country, my travels are faithfully documented while at the same time creating a key to unlocking these magic portals. Would such a road map be a kind of encouragement to those who would take the risk by following the map?
I do not believe in Buddhism, but I respect the compassionate heart and sincerely pray for peace. The Vajra Sutra says that all living things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and lightning, and should be viewed as such.
2022/5/5 Reworked at the beginning of summer