It was sunny on February 9, 2021
After seventeen days, I climbed the Dongdaoling Ancient Trail again. The tree by the roadside near Longtan Reservoir was already full of yellow flowers, exuding The breath of spring. I don’t know what kind of tree it is, but it chooses to bloom in the same season as the plum blossoms.
I still couldn’t help but climb over the guardrail of the Longtan Reservoir dam and look at the sparkling pool water in the sun and the still lush green mountains lying on both sides of the Longtan Reservoir.
At the first fork in the ancient road, this time I chose the left path toward the Shiwai Tea Garden, and made up my mind to climb to the top of Fuquan Mountain.
The road was very narrow at first, only allowing one person to pass by. There were green bamboos on both sides of the road, and you would be brushed by bamboo leaves from time to time wherever you passed.
Then the road gradually became wider, and lonely camellias blooming without owners can be seen everywhere along the ancient road, like beauties admiring themselves in a boudoir. It is a pity that no one appreciates this beauty. On the deserted ancient road covered with dead leaves, scattered white petals can be seen everywhere.
I saw chicken feathers on the roadside. This pheasant probably did not survive this winter. There may have been a fight and struggle between life and death. There is a high probability that this pheasant will be found in the stomach of an animal. Home. After only a few minutes of walking, a pheasant actually startled a pheasant on the way, and we were all startled by each other.
There is a large evergreen forest near the top of the mountain, which is a single species community. A place where this big family can live and thrive must be a geomantic treasure.
When you see a dam across the road and then a pool of clear water, you will reach the end of the ancient trail. This small reservoir is called Shibanchuan Mountain Pond. The water in the pond should be used to irrigate the Fuquan Mountain tea garden. The path we took this time was quite interesting, starting from the reservoir and ending at the reservoir.
After passing through the dam body of Shibanchuan Mountain Pond and walking through a gravel road built for the construction of the mountain pond, you reach the road on Fuquan Mountain. After walking along the road towards Fuquan Longtan for about half an hour, I luckily encountered a car going down the mountain. I waved and stopped. The driver was a young father, and there was a little boy sitting in the back seat. The young man happily took me on board. During the chat, I learned that he came to Fuquan Mountain today for official business, and his son came with him (private vehicles from outside are not allowed to drive into Fuquan Mountain). He said that in the first few years after graduating from college, he also liked to climb mountains with traveling friends on weekends. I have walked many Ningbo ancient roads. When I got off the bus at the exit of Fuquan Mountain Scenic Area, the little boy suddenly handed me a tangerine and asked me to take it with me to eat on the way. I declined, saying that my uncle had brought water. At that moment, I felt inexplicably moved inside. He is just a little boy about six or seven years old. His kindness, politeness and generousness show a good upbringing. A father and son who had never met before, their kindness and enthusiasm warmed me and this winter afternoon.
The ancients have walked this road countless times, but now only a neurotic person like me can walk it alone again. I climbed many mountains in 2020, and my enthusiasm for climbing has continued to increase just like my weight.