We came out of Xiamen and checked the weather forecast. There was heavy rain along the way. Because Hunan, Guizhou, and Yunnan are all mountain roads, it is dangerous to drive in rainy days, so we chose to take the high speed to Dali. On the way, we passed the Jinggangshan area, which was the first rural revolutionary base founded by the Communist Party of China. The eye-catching signs and flags fluttering on the side of the road showed its important historical significance.
Seeing the houses at the foot of the mountain reminded me of my childhood.
At that time, every family lived in a one-story house. This house was close to the wall of another house, forming narrow streets in front of each house. Usually, the voices of the neighbors could be heard clearly. When tidying up and educating the three sisters, we would close the doors, block the windows, and lower our voices, lest the neighbors hear us.
The noise of the street with the partition wall often attracts me. Whenever I hear friends playing on the street, I will immediately rush out of the house to join them, so the friends from Shiliba Street gradually become familiar with each other. Regardless of children, boys or girls, we would gather together and happily play various games: making sandbags, picking up apricot cores, cabbage gangzitou, popsicle sticks, etc. were our toys at that time.
Of course, the most unhappy time is when each family is having dinner. Men and women shout from time to time on the street: “The dog is eating”, “Quiet come back for dinner”, “Second son is eating”… all kinds of things Shouts filled the entire street, louder than louder, and the children were also casually responding to the adults’ calls, until the adults got impatient with the shouting, and then went home for dinner in a disappointment.
Every time I think back to that time, it is simple and happy, every day is so happy and carefree! Time is passing by quickly, but the environment we live in is changing in different ways, and the conditions are getting better and better, but that kind of pure happiness has disappeared forever…
Along the way, we came to the Xinhuang toll station in Huaihua, Hunan, and continued to move towards Yunnan from here…
After passing through the Hunan and Guizhou regions, the traditional dwellings surrounded by green mountains and green fields in the valleys are striking.
The Beipanjiang Bridge jointly built by Yunnan and Guizhou provinces is the tallest bridge in the world, with a vertical height of 565 meters from the bridge deck to the bottom of the valley, which is equivalent to the height of a 200-story building.
I have traveled through 8 provinces, and the sky is gray everywhere I go. On the way from Guiyang to Yunnan, I finally saw the long-lost blue sky and white clouds. From Guizhou, we arrived at the Shengjingguan Toll Station in Fuyuan County, Qujing City, Yunnan Province. Due to the characteristics of the terrain, this was an important pass from Guizhou to Yunnan in ancient times.
The red soil in Yunnan refers to the red soil, which is rich in iron and aluminum, has less organic matter, strong acidity, and heavy clay. It is one of the low-yield soils in southern my country.
In the photos taken when the car was driving at high speed, the guardrails on the side of the road were deformed.
As the evening approached, heavy fog suddenly rose in the fields beside the road. Seeing that the thick fog quickly spread to the road, it was difficult to distinguish east, west, north, south, so the car could only slow down and drive slowly. The villages shrouded in fog were looming, and we walked in the fog like entering a fairyland. It is common in Yunnan to suddenly encounter heavy fog in the mountains. In many cases, it will only take a few seconds before and after to be covered by the sudden thick fog. Everything around is blurred in an instant, and the car can only drive at a slow speed.
I remember that when we went to Xinjiang in 2011, we encountered a sandstorm on the desert road leaving Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang. At that moment, there was a feeling that the car would be buried by the dust. The situation at this time was really terrible; we went to Inner Mongolia and the three eastern provinces in 2008 and walked in the Daxingan Mountains forest. When we were in the district, there was a sudden super heavy rainstorm, and the heavy rain poured down instantly with thunder and lightning. The wiper was useless, and we had nothing to do. Well, this is also the biggest rain I have ever experienced.
Therefore, the power of nature is infinite, and we all have to be in awe! !
(to be continued)
