It was noon on Saturday, December 21, and I, who had just finished the company’s “Ningbo Factory Tour” event, and other fresh graduates who were traveling with us were enjoying the last free lunch. Starting from Thursday, the rain began to pour into Ningbo, bringing moisture to the land accompanied by a hint of coldness on the skin. Ningbo, shrouded in rain, is like a princess with an eccentric temperament, sometimes clear and sometimes covered; sometimes happy and playful, sometimes sad and sobbing. Her temperament is hard to grasp but makes people feel cute.
After dinner, I said goodbye to my friends in the company, and I seamlessly ran towards another group of friends who drove from Shanghai to enjoy it. With long-lost expectations and excitement in my heart, I thought that the real trip to Ningbo would only begin now.
I just got together with these friends at a birthday party a month ago, and the embarrassment of being disconnected and overturned in various ways that day is still vivid in my mind. But after so many days, even I can’t help but laugh when I think about it. Life is like a play, comedies and tragedies are commonplace, but a bit of absurd black humor actually makes it more interesting...
I stopped after getting out of the taxi, the rain was unforgiving, I was forced to He was in a remote corner, looking around anxiously. After a moment, he saw a familiar figure walking steadily and powerfully approaching, holding a large black umbrella. The umbrella covered the person's eyes and nose like a huge showerhead, leaving only the slightly raised corners of his mouth exposed. He approached step by step, and a magnetic field seemed to be reflected around him, blocking out the rain and the surrounding noise, leaving only confidence and indifference. As expected, it was the chairman of the committee and the host of this trip to Ningbo. As the only party member and career staff member among us, he took on the task of rescuing me from water (fire).
After a brief exchange of greetings, he rushed into the restaurant with the chairman, closed his umbrella, went upstairs, and moved step by step to the private room. The moment I stood outside the private room door, my heart felt like ice cream about to fill the cone cup, which was both cold and sweet, exciting and joyful at the same time. Gently opening the door, a weak electric current seemed to pass through your fingers, tingling and warm.
What came into view was a table with few delicacies left, half a bottle of sparkling rock sugar pear juice, six pairs of relaxed and warm familiar eyes, and another one facing the exit of the room. The face is a face that has never been seen before. The crescent-shaped double eyelids are shining with bright light. Through the clear eyes, it seems that you can see the bright moon in the universe through the thick atmosphere. A curtain of long hair parted on the side slightly covers the small face that is only the size of a palm, slightly The inverted brows exude a hint of lofty wisdom - this is Brother Jie's best friend Xiaoxue, a new friend on this trip. After we reported our families to each other, we learned that Xiaoxue's hometown was actually Chengdu. In this way, we are still half fellow villagers, so no wonder we felt like we had seen each other before. Brother Jie is sitting on the table next to Xiaoxue, half-clad in an indigo velvet coat, with a beret of the same color as the dress on the side, adding a touch of ladylikeness to her sweetness. Compared to the same time more than a month ago, his expression was less tired and confused, and he looked more at ease and elegant. "Hee hee hee!" I heard Lao Zhu on the other side of Brother Jie laughing naively. This laughter was somewhat inconsistent with his dress today. Lao Zhu, who usually has shaggy hair, actually had a half-back hairstyle today, paired with a melancholy dark black sweater, and her natural, healthy wheat complexion, revealing every trace of Chen Kun's melancholy. There are also two couples among the companions. Although Team Ye and Mrs. Ye have just received their certificates, they already show the tacit understanding of an old couple at the table. The dark gray and light gray linings are mature and capable, and they often look at each other and smile. Both affectionate and a little silly; the other pair, the mage and the Haiyan cp, dressed in black and white, really complement each other and love each other. The mage is undoubtedly the figure in charge of our entire team, with a height of 6 feet 6 and a slender body of 1.2 meters. It's a pity that his naive sense of joy after living in Changchun for many years made him completely different from his idol. Although Haiyan is the youngest girl among us, her dignified manner shows off the ladylike style of everyone. Perhaps it is due to the nurturing and nourishment of the Jiangnan water town.
I listened quietly to everyone talking and smiled. There are not many leftovers on the table, but the room is still steaming with joy, enthusiasm, joy, and of course a little tackiness...
Now we have graduated for more than half a year. We can barely exchange a few words with each other when we meet, and now we only have to meet each other at least once a month. It's been more than a month, and everyone still has that familiar smell, even if they have been beaten hard in the workplace and in life. This may be the true meaning of friendship - feeling like old friends at first sight, and feeling like old friends again when we meet again.
After dinner, we simply packed our bags, closed the door to retain the warm air, boarded our respective cars, and drove towards the warmer first stop of Erlingshan Hot Spring in the rain.
"Team Ye, there is Dongqian Lake next to it. Do you want to go down and have a look?"
"Oh, I saw it. It's still raining, so don't go."< /p>
"Captain Ye, I saw a wealthy yacht!"
"It's so luxurious, it should be a water resort."
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Lao Zhu and Captain Ye, as the operators of the two cars, just sang along through the walkie-talkie, got to the interesting points, and laughed about the past. The rain kept tapping the car's skin with its fingers, and the matte black shell of Lao Zhu's car was gradually washed away, revealing some luster.
Erling Mountain is a scenic spot located in Dongqian Lake, Ningbo. It is the most beautiful place in Dongqian Lake.
Dongqian Lake is 15 kilometers east of Ningbo City. It is backed by Qingshan (Erling Mountain) in the southeast and close to the plain in the northwest. It is like a crystal pearl held in the palm of Ningbo's land. The beauty of its scenery was once praised by Mr. Guo Moruo as "the scenery of West Lake and the spirit of Taihu Lake". Shi Hao, a poet from the Song Dynasty, wrote a seven-character rhyme poem praising Dongqian Lake Road:
In the evening smoke, the crows in the caged trees are still gathering, and the clear water stretches to the sky, and the gulls float by themselves.
However, our group obviously did not come here for the beauty of the mountains and rivers in the rain. After getting off the car, carrying their suitcases and holding umbrellas, the group couldn't wait to meet in the lobby of the hot spring reception center. Bustling crowds intertwined at the entrance and exit. People who had just come out of the bath were still covered in heat like naughty elves, swirling around the host. After getting the license, entering the room, changing clothes, showering, and then the first pool appeared in front of us. For me, hot springs are definitely good friends who have been separated for many years. In my vague and fragmentary memory, the last time I went to a hot spring was at least 20 years ago. 20 years ago, who would have thought that the next meeting with Hot Spring would be from Tongjing, Chongqing in the southwest corner, to Ningbo, a coastal city in East China.
This first pool is a circular indoor pool with a diameter of more than three feet. There are springs for tourists to play in the pool, and the way tourists play is also very strange. Some were sitting on top of the spring, letting the playful spring water hit their fat buttocks; some were lying on stone chairs shaped like beach chairs, closing their eyes and fantasizing about surfing; some were kneeling directly in the pool, letting the surging spring water fan them. Slap yourself. Although this pool is not small, the water is really not hot and it is just an introductory pool at best. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but become a little more curious about the open-air pool outside, and I walked with me to take a look.
The pool outside is really unique, exquisite and crystal-clear, petite and cute, as if the sky was formed by the tears shed by seven fairies playing in the mortal world. There are round ones, gourd-shaped ones, elongated ones, heart-shaped ones... Lao Zhu and Chairman of the General Assembly and I often change positions. It doesn’t matter which fairy’s tears they are, soaking them is the real taste.
I thought that taking a bath was just for enjoyment and there was nothing to be particular about, but the chairman really gave the bath an artistic flavor. His back is straight, and his back is close to the cervical vertebra and is close to the edge of the pool. The angle between his upper body and the pool wall is about 30°. There is a low stone standing under his buttocks, the height of which is about half the depth of the pool. His legs naturally extend towards the water surface, reaching The knees are slightly above the water; the shins are almost parallel to the bottom of the pool and the heels are not in contact with the bottom of the pool; the face is relaxed, the eyes seem to be unopened, and green smoke curls up above the head. It seems a bit like the Taoist attitude of returning all things to their origin and being strong without desire. The chairman's state of bathing is really extraordinary. The casual fun and laughing among us is really not the "pond" of elegance.
As for other friends, Jie Ge and Xiaoxue moved "Qi Pa Shuo" from iQiyi to the car and then to the pool, without any intention of stopping. Lao Zhu and I listened carefully to the arguments of these two strange girls. We were indeed matched against each other and were indistinguishable. Team Ye’s Mrs. Ye and Archmage Haiyan left us temporarily and went to other pools.
The rain continues to hit the mountain trails, ticking, ticking, adding the most pleasant accompaniment to the silent passage of time. Several groups of us gathered and dispersed, entering and leaving the pool, and finally met in the fish therapy pool to experience the wonderful feeling of this mermaid vagina together. I stretched my legs together and waited quietly, waiting. Suddenly, a small fish stopped alone at the foot, and its exquisite little mouth "rubbed" back and forth on the toes; then four or five baby fish came after hearing the sound, some stopped at the instep, and some stayed on the toes. Some of them slipped onto the soles of the feet, happily eating the dead skin on the feet, as if they had built a small workshop for treating dead skin. After a while, the baby fish rushed over in groups, and I could hardly see my feet underwater. The fish swarmed up and bit the skin, and the body was numb and stunned for an instant, and then a burst of electric shock opened up the meridians, and the legs shook violently, and the fish fled in a hurry, dragging their families with them, leaving behind a slight injury. Each of us played with the fish repeatedly like this, playing, playing, it was almost dusk, and the rain still kept falling on the eaves, on the leaves, on the paths, on the top of the head, on the skin, on the heart...
Get out of the bath, shower, get dressed...
Sitting on the speeding train on the way back, my body is still warm, and the fire in my heart is getting stronger and stronger as the gentle rain pours on me. Aura does not lie in the height of the mountain or the length of the water, but in the popularity. The heroism of men, the delicacy of women, and the childishness of children are the most precious "true" energy of human beings. The movement of all things in the heaven and earth is "Tao", but the whole life is governed by the word "Qi". Only under the Qi of heaven and earth can human beings truly feel great and relaxed!
It was already two o'clock in the morning, and we were driving on the golden avenue shrouded in lights on the north bank of Sanjiangkou, Ningbo. The colorful and noisy scenery outside the car window only slightly increased the fatigue of the body. Only the two energetic old masters, Lao Zhu and Team Ye, continued to report on the mission and ask questions. Facing this bright starry world of lights, they were like two teenagers surrounded by a car of Lego toys, with uncontrollable excitement and fun.
The function of today’s dinner is not only to recharge the tired friends, but more importantly, to give an unforgettable birthday witness to the Master who was born in Jiazi month of Guiyou year. It was nearly 1:30 when this birthday party started. The six of us hungry ghosts who had come to the restaurant before had already engaged in a wave of team battles at the table, completed "five kills" one after another, and were eyeing the "wild monsters" in front of our teammates. Jie Ge, Lao Zhu and the Chairman arrived late due to a minor dispute with the hotel waiter.
What is gratifying is that this did not affect their mood to enjoy the party and their desire to devour seafood. Just like the four people in Road to Survival, they were crazy but enjoying themselves in wave after wave of team battles. Immediately afterwards, the master personally cut the black and white tiramisu cake into nine grids. We lit candles and sang happy birthday to the big brother at the next table. This big brother had been drinking for three times, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was chattering too much to keep his spirits up. He smiled at each other and sang along to the birthday song. The song became even louder, loud enough to fill the already small seafood restaurant, and loud enough to fill everyone's heart.
It was past time when the dinner was over. After enjoying the delicious food, the friends dragged their slightly deflated bellies into the bar street of Laowaitan. The entrance to Bar Street is a retro Western-style iron door with black paint on the surface. The entrance is simple, but there are two different worlds inside and outside the door. The city outside the door is like a well-behaved child slowly falling asleep listening to his mother's stories; but the child inside the door is really naughty, and the early morning is his real free time. The streets of Laowaitan Bar Street are not wide, and it is already difficult for five or six people to walk side by side. There are a dazzling array of theme bars on both sides of the street. Some of them are waving to us with smiles; some are sending bursts of electricity with their strong rhythms; some are playing melodious classical music like a record player; some are closed. The door, with its dark tones, seems to be waiting for guests with truly unique tastes.
Our group of nine people can be considered a large group, and we sat down at a forest-themed bar on the corner of a street. The mage seemed to have returned to his home turf, and he was very good at how to play in the bar. He started to organize everyone to play in a few words
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About an hour later, he lay down On the soft bed in the hotel, I just felt dizzy, as if there was electromagnetic induction with the surrounding magnetic field, spinning and spinning. He used the last bit of his sober brainwaves to recall the scene of drinking just now, and smiled blankly. I kept repeating my mindless screams, and Lao Zhu seemed to be infected by me. We drank most of the six liters of cold beer. It seemed that in the end, it was only Lao Zhu and I who were really fooled, and it was us. Played by myself. In this life, you always feel that life is teasing you. The so-called fate teasing others is just for masturbation. The only one teasing you is yourself. No matter, it’s okay if you can’t tease others and just play by yourself. It’s also happy to entertain yourself and the audience...
At 7:30 in the morning, the alarm of the biological clock is buzzing in my head like two little bees. The sound, that kind of dazed state of not waking up was really uncomfortable, I dragged my heavy frame to wash up mechanically; after a while, the hungry ghost in my stomach started to join in the fun again, and I still haven’t fully woken up from the alcohol. With her hair covering her face, she looks like a "walking zombie". At 8:10, I finished the hotel breakfast alone. I sat in the book corner in the lobby opposite the counter, flipping through Brother Kang Yong's "The Way of Speaking" and waiting for the smiles of my friends in the morning.
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The waiting time was longer than I expected. It was almost noon when Team Ye and his wife finally checked out the room card, and my friends were in a small shop across the street from the hotel. After swallowing some pan-fried, fried rice noodles, we relaxedly got into the car and headed for today’s first destination, Siming Mountain National Forest Park.
Siming Mountain is located in the Ningshao area in eastern Zhejiang Province. It is also called Jinzhong Mountain and spans five counties and cities: Shengzhou and Shangyu in Shaoxing, and Yuyao, Yinzhou and Fenghua in Ningbo. Known as the second "Lushan Mountain", it has deep and dense forests, green mountains and clear waters, where various birds and animals roam. The ecological environment is very superior and it is known as a natural "oxygen bar". On the mountain road leading to Siming Mountain, I didn't feel the refreshing feeling of the "oxygen bar" at all, but sitting in the passenger seat of Boss Zhu, the "bar" energy started to creep in again. The mountain road is winding and circling, like a spiritual snake that shuttles freely, sometimes crawling and sometimes taking a nap. In an instant, a black Huian turned into an assassin, and the sharp blade cut through the silence of the winter mountain road with the force of lightning. Wherever it passes, the wind rises, the sound trembles, the rain stops, and people are panicked, leaving only a trace of exhaust gas "just a lingering fragrance." When we reached a wind outlet between two peaks, our friends got out of the car to take a breather, but the cold winter air came fiercely like a rainbow piercing the sun, creating a howling "winter wind breaking". Even so, we still kept a straight face and took a beautiful group photo, leaving behind a masterpiece of "the winter wind breaks through the mountains, and I swear I won't return it if I don't take it".
When we arrived at the gate of Siming Mountain Scenic Area, it was already past noon. The continuous drizzle is still beating the keys of the piano, echoing the song in the rain for a rain man's journey. After entering the gate of the scenic spot, you are faced with a spacious straight cement road. People gather in twos and threes to move forward, as if they have returned to the appearance of teenagers on spring outings in their childhood. When we reached the end of the straight road, a spacious green grass dam had been waiting for us for a long time. This grass dam covers an area of ??more than four acres. It is early winter, and the grass is green with yellowing, showing a sleepy look about to go into hibernation. With the hazy rain, Cao Ba was like a shy yellow flower girl waiting in her boudoir, responding to the phrase "I still hold my pipa half-hiding my face." Strangely enough, there are only two trees in this fertile land, and if you look closely, the two trees are completely different. The one on the right is a young pine that is evergreen all year round. It has a thick trunk and lush branches. It is undoubtedly responsible for the "hair style" of this land. The other tree is less than three feet away from the young pine. It is as skinny as firewood and has a body. The shape is twisted, with some sparse red plums growing on it.
If you think about it carefully, there is some truth in the contrast between the two trees. The Tao Te Ching says, "The long and the short are in harmony with each other, high and low are leaning against each other, and the front and rear follow each other, which is eternity." The two trees are strong and thin, and the yin and yang are in harmony, which is in line with nature. The way. It seems that the seniors who developed the scenic spot still have some aspirations for "Tao". Talking about ourselves, in such a spacious place, personalized photos are indispensable. Xiaoxue took the initiative to take over the responsibility of shooting, and the other eight of us stood side by side, seemingly expressionless. When the photographer started counting down, we started to think about some weird shapes. Click, we soared into the air as agreed. Team Ye assumed a boxing posture, with his left arm forward and his right fist ready to go; Mrs. Ye's right hand turned into a fan girl's scissor hand to cheer Team Ye up; I stretched with all my strength The body, legs and arms are bent hard on the back, as if the Western Poison has been reincarnated; the Chairman has his hands in his pockets, calm and calm, his calves are slightly curled, as if he is still thinking about the Party Constitution in the air; the Master and Haiyan are in perfect understanding, both legs are upright and exposed Celebrating, one is high and one is low, one is showing and one is closing, which is the "Tao"; Lao Zhu Tengyun is riding in the fog, his left hand is protecting his beloved white cannon, and his right hand is pointing at the "shining light ball" perhaps because he is practicing "Wild Wolf Disco" ;Finally, let’s talk about Jie Ge, a magical little friend who doesn’t know whether he took off too late or landed too early. When everyone was enjoying the freedom of being off the ground in an instant, Jie Ge seemed to be nostalgic for gravity. Her toes seemed to have no contact with the ground, as if she was inseparable from this land. But her hair seemed to have suddenly lost its gravity and hovered at the same height as her face. As a result, it naturally blocked Jie Ge's cute smile that was made for taking pictures. In Siming Mountain in winter, for just that moment, we put aside all the worries of life and let go of the childlike naughtiness that lives in our hearts; we fought against the coldness of the season; we enjoyed the freedom of the unity of nature and man, and came to this place. It was worth it.
After taking a group photo, we turned to a nearby path shaded by pines and cypresses. The path was lined with dense wild trees, which looked a bit messy under the wash of rain. As the saying goes, "the winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." Walking on this path felt even colder and colder. In addition, the winter wind continued to "damage" our faces, so we had to return to the tour group to stay warm after a short viewing.
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It was still warm in the car. I faced the air-conditioning outlet, letting the fog on my lenses dissipate, letting the cold air from my body dissipate, and letting life give me a The anger dissipated, leaving only the spirit of jumping just now.
On the way back down the mountain, the Chairman and I exchanged places. On the one hand, the Chairman wanted to experience the driving skills of "Cao An Racing God"; on the other hand, I also wanted to hear the "wonderful" stories of Tongji's old and new Speculation. However, I was a little disappointed after getting on the bus. "Qi Pa Shuo" changed the channel, and now it was "Singer 2019". The warm air from the air conditioner played with the classic songs in the back row, and a deep sleepiness gradually came over me. I closed and opened my eyes. Halfway through the hour, the sky was already very dark.
This last supper was a birthday party for the Chairman, and the location was chosen at the Chairman’s real home ground. The most impressive thing at the dinner was undoubtedly the scale that Lao Zhu gave to the Chairman. This is such a perfect gift that I won’t go into details here. The scale is a symbol of balance of all things in the world and a symbol of peace for the country and the people, but Lao Zhu's face looks a little uneven. When he first entered the room, Lao Zhu's face turned slightly yellow. A quarter of an hour after the meal, his eyes became dull and he was unable to pick up food or drink water. After another five minutes, Lao Zhu leaned his forehead on his arm and remained silent. This period of silence was a bleak silence, mixed with a trace of panic, and the air in the whole room seemed to become heavier. The rest of us also looked at Lao Zhu worriedly. The Chairman squatted down and carefully asked about Lao Zhu's physical condition. Xiaoxue brought warm boiled water in time. We watched Lao Zhu drink the medicine and felt a little more at ease. Then take another bite or two. We are anxiously waiting for Lao Zhu to get better, and every second seems to become elastic and stretched for a long time. Ten minutes later, Lao Zhu started to vomit, and no one wanted to sit still anymore. At the suggestion of the Chairman, we decisively sent Lao Zhu to the Third Hospital of Haishu District, which is closest to the restaurant. Team Ye was in charge of driving. Master and the Chairman supported the patient. I opened the door and ran to register as soon as I got out of the car. My partner also arrived on foot, and the doctor initially diagnosed me with acute gastroenteritis. For further blood testing and treatment, we drove to the Ningbo Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital seven kilometers away. Outpatient services, blood tests, and getting medicines were all carried out at a fast pace but in an orderly manner. The eight of us seemed to have a sudden chemical reaction. We got medicines, received water, consulted doctors, and gave support...each of us performed our duties, because the feeling in our hearts was so great. A faint line.
At 9:30 in the evening, after Lao Zhu received an injection from the doctor and took the medicine, everyone started their return journey calmly. Master and I took turns being the driver, Lao Zhu had already slept in the back seat, and the car returned to an indescribable calm, or silence. The reflections guiding the road are flickering on both sides of the Hangzhou Bay Bridge. Even if the high beams are turned on, the road is still dark.
I looked up and saw the green light coming from the distance. The light was flickering and changing rhythmically. I suddenly remembered Stefanie's song "Green Light":
Looking forward to a fortune and a shock , what a wonderful opportunity;
Over the top of the mountain and layers of white clouds in front, where is the green light?
The reunion gave us luck, and the illness gave us a shock; we can just rely on driving We have climbed over the top of Siming Mountain, but to climb over the mountain top of life, we need to be as united, perseverant and unyielding as the Everest climbing team. At that time, we climb to the top of the mountain and touch the green light coming from the distance. The green light will be as gorgeous as the aurora in Iceland. Although the light is still ethereal, looking back, every step I took is real.
Mountain City Children’s Song
March 1, 2020