Continue heading west along the Babao River. At first, the valley is deep and the river is fast, and then it gradually opens up. There are colorful colors along the way, and the autumn colors of Qilian have been rendered by nature.
Most of the larch trees have turned deep yellow, like torches burning with yellow flames; the yellow of the poplar trees is occasionally tinged with delicate green.
When a gust of wind blows, the lovely leaves sway. Those in front of you seem to be clapping in welcome, and those behind you seem to be waving goodbye.
As the temperature gradually rises, the air humidity drops rapidly, and the autumn wind carries the dryness unique to the northwest.
The colorful colors of the nearby groves have captured too many of the attention of these hasty passers-by. Although the bare mountains are still majestic, they can only serve as the backdrop for this autumn scene.
The wheels hurriedly rolled over the autumn asphalt highway, and the fallen leaves rolled up were caught in a gust of wind. They were like wind horse paper raised by hand, chasing each other on the road with a crisp rustling sound.
Compared with the miserable weather yesterday, they finally felt a little kindness from God today.
I stopped the car and walked into the woods to play for a while. Amidst the laughter and laughter, I suddenly saw the dark clouds dispersing and the sky revealing a blue sky, which made me even more happy.
After continuing to climb up a small hillside, the river valley becomes open. Under the influence of the wind, all the clouds in the sky quickly dissolved, leaving only clouds of white mist shrouding the mountain peaks. It feels like a person who has been frowning all day finally smiles.
They never thought that in just a few hours, the dark cloudy sky would turn into clear sky and clear wind.
The mountains in the distance are exposed with black rocks, sometimes dotted with white snow, like sharp swords, thrust into the sky, making the scenery in front of you even more boundless.
It seems that no matter what scenery, as long as it encounters autumn, it will become distant.
After all, all the tragedies of autumn are imagined by people pretending to be sad. In the eyes of cyclists, there should be a feeling of "I say autumn is better than spring" in the autumn scenery.
The mountains are high, the water is long, the autumn light is endless, and the road is long. Their schedule today is relatively relaxed, and they feel naturally comfortable.
When riding to the Heihe River Basin, the water flow gradually calmed down. There were herds of cattle and sheep on the river beach, and there were also scattered houses. The clean aqua blue in the sky and the warm autumn yellow on the earth contrast with each other.
White snow has piled up on the distant mountains, and white clouds are coiled near the snow line on the mountainside, adding to a leisurely and quiet atmosphere.
Looking at the sky from the farmland at your feet, you can see a vertical scroll of plateau pastures, spreading out vertically. How can you not feel relaxed and happy?
The Heihe River at the northern foot of the Qilian Mountains is an inland river that originates from the Qilian Mountains and nourishes the people at the foot of the Qilian Mountains. Evaporation, snowfall, melting, converging into rivers, and the cycle continues. The Black River has always been so tireless.
The meltwater from the snow-capped mountains flows through the open valley, nourishing the pastures and farmland here, eventually creating a river valley suitable for farming and grazing.
Occasionally there are villages scattered among them, or a mosque with a dome spire stands in the center of the village, or there are prayer flags fluttering in the wind against the snow-white Tibetan pagoda. At the northern foot of the Qilian Mountains, in Qinghai Province, The two beliefs coexist and blend with each other.
After the sun comes out, the air quickly becomes very dry. Coupled with the force of the wind, shoes and clothes dry quickly.
The warm sun made people feel very comfortable. Yanchen quickly forgot about the not-so-warm night he spent in the family hotel yesterday, and forgot that the accommodation booked by Shan Wei and Xiao Meng once made him feel... Unbearable.
He even began to feel that he had gone too far yesterday. When the bad mood is eliminated, you will find that those disputes about right and wrong, those gains and losses that are just one city and one pool, seem ridiculous in the long time together.
Many things will pass in an instant; more importantly, what we choose to keep in our minds is the most worthy of reflection.
After a night's rest, Xiao Huihui's body has completely recovered. He is in good spirits early in the morning and can eat and drink without any problems. He mustered up all his strength as soon as he set out on the road, always rushing ahead and inseparable from the mountains, as if he wanted to release all the strength he had held in his body yesterday.
On the contrary, Xiao Meng and Dou Ya gradually showed signs of fatigue. Yanchen's iliac tract pain appeared and disappeared, and he had no intention of charging forward and continuing to be his team leader.
While the five of them were enjoying the autumn of the Qilian Mountains and riding westward to Yiniugou Township, Jiuling was still trying to find a way to hitchhike in Qilian County. When he went to the bus station after going through some troubles and asking several people, he was told that there was no direct bus to Yiniugou.
His heart suddenly became cold: Is it possible to give up the trip now and return to Zhangye?
Jiuling had no choice but to walk out of the bus station to the roadside, and began to lower his head and think carefully about whether he should advance or retreat. At this time, a taxi driver said to him: "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Yiniugou Township."
The driver thought for a moment , said: "I'll pull you over, 150!"
"I still have this bicycle...can I take it with me?"
"It can be disassembled and put as a backup. Just put it in the box!"
The driver's decisive tone made Jiuling suddenly feel that this was probably God's will, and the price was much cheaper than yesterday. He quickly reacted, seized the opportunity to reach a consensus with the driver, and then turned around to pack his luggage.
Although it is said that everything depends on human effort, sometimes, those important final touches come from some chance coincidences. Such an encounter is much easier than trying hard.
As soon as 901 got into the car, the driver started talking, starting from the history of Qilian County to the history of Yiniugou Township, from astronomy and geography to humanities and religion, and from modernization to himself. Changes in hometown.
Jiuling listened with interest at first, but the tone of the driver's boastful talk to a foreigner was a bit tough and full of contempt.
He originally tried to answer the call, but he was slowly scolded by the master and he didn't know how to answer the call. Until a wave of sleepiness hit him, he was left with the ability to respond with words like "Oh, ah, um".
It was almost noon, and Yanchen and others happened to pass by Zhamashi Township, and the scent of rapeseed oil hit their nostrils.
Yanchen suddenly remembered that they had not yet arrived for lunch. He glanced down at the map and asked everyone to stop, saying: "After this town, there will be no town ahead. Now keep walking, at noon I guess we can only eat dry food, or should we find a place to eat here?"
"Then let's eat dry food. I bought a big steamed bun!" Shan Wei thought about the morning. I bought steamed buns in Qilian County when I set off, so I patted my backpack.
So, a few people only stayed for a while, then reached an agreement and continued to set off.
Under the curious eyes of the locals, they climbed a steep slope and plunged into the Black River Canyon.
After passing a bridge, the valley suddenly became narrow. The cattle, sheep, pastures and distant snow-capped mountains disappeared, leaving only towering peaks on both sides. The Black River flowed in the deep valley and began to roar. .
Dense evergreen pine forests grow on the mountains on both sides of the river valley, and the sun is still shining brightly. Suddenly, autumn seems to have disappeared, and the green water and green mountains seem to bring people back to summer.
The road at your feet extends forward along with the canyon, winding up the mountain on the right, and the slope becomes steeper and steeper. Leaving residential areas, vehicles and pedestrians become increasingly rare, and riding becomes more and more strenuous.
Xiao Huihui and Shan Wei seemed to still have plenty of energy, and they ran straight to the other end of the Black River Canyon without stopping. They seemed to be competing.
Just when Xiao Meng put more force on his feet to throw away Douya and Yanchen, chasing Xiao Huihui and Douya, Douya slowly gave up the energy of chasing.
After riding the long canyon for a long time without seeing the end, Yanchen said: "I don't know where they are going to ride. It's already past noon, we should have something to eat before leaving. . ”
“Oh, I can’t, I can’t ride anymore.” After saying this, Douya stopped the car, climbed up to a high hillock and lay down, pulling down his hat to cover himself. Eyes, close your eyes and relax.
Yanchen also stopped the car. After taking photos for a while, he also came to sit next to Douya.
Douya woke up when she heard the footsteps and said to Yanchen: "This place is so like Lulang, with blue sky, canyon, pine forest, and such good weather..." She stopped After a while, he continued: "I really miss the stone pot chicken there. I feel like I could sleep here..."
The two simply basked in the sun for a while before continuing to set off.
(To be continued...)
P.S.
Wang Yuechen | Yann:
Most of the people here write travel notes, and they talk nonsense at that time. What I saw and thought
Sometimes I write prose here, gibberish about what I feel and understand today
Don’t believe me, just think about it