Visit Lianhua Mountain

Lotus is everywhere, and Lotus Hill is everywhere. Here is the Lotus Mountain in Yanqing, Beijing, which looks like a lotus flower, hence its name.

Last summer, my family went to Yanqing Shuiquangou. I won't elaborate on Shuiquangou here. Interested friends can check online. Shuiquangou is really worth visiting. We lived in Shuiquangou village for a few days. Finally, our child's father dragged us several kilometers north. When we saw a mountain that looked like a lotus in the distance, we rushed to the top and came to the foot of the mountain. We found a way up the hill at random. It was near evening, and the family threatened to climb to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset. After entering the mountain, I felt a little cold and humid on the mountain, and there was little running water. If I go further inside, the towering primitive trees completely block the sun. If my father's powerful aura wasn't infecting me, I would have left quickly. After experiencing such a place, you can be open-minded and cheerful immediately. Looking around, the sun shines on the whole mountain forest, which makes people relaxed and happy, as if giving you the courage to continue climbing.

In less than an hour, we came to the front of an ancient temple, which is called the Eight Immortals Temple, also called the Li Zhonggu Temple. It is said that the Eight Immortals met here and Li Hanzhong became immortal here. In front of the temple is a big and strong iron swing that has just been painted, which has a strong smell of paint. Salute in the temple first. There are three simple bungalows on the right outside the temple gate, where a monk lives. There were many people that day, and the monk's big German shepherd kept barking. The children are playing on the swing. Aunt Yu, who works in a temple, told us that we can't climb the mountain today. It's still half way to the top of the mountain, and the road is not easy to walk. With the children, it's getting dark, and it will take several hours to go back and forth. So after more than ten minutes, Aunt Yu led us down a mountain road with good scenery and close distance. Aunt Yu, who is less than 60 years old, talked with us all the way, talking about her wife who died a few years ago, talking about her body, and talking about all kinds of plants and herbs that can be seen at any time. That's when we met motherwort. Motherwort was called "Artemisia quadrangularis" by local people, and its roots were square, so it was called this name. So we went all the way down the mountain and collected four Artemisia.

In a blink of an eye, more than a year has passed, and the child's father has been thinking about the Lotus Mountain that did not climb to the top of the mountain. With previous memories, we came to the foot of the mountain again and climbed along the previous road for an hour. The children were very excited when we saw the big swing in front of the ancient temple. The smell of paint last year is gone. This time, we specially brought enough dry food to have a rest in the temple and continue to climb to the top of the mountain. What a coincidence! We can't live together. Aunt Yu, who went down the mountain together last year, just arrived at the temple with her puppy, but Aunt Yu doesn't remember last year, but it doesn't prevent us from continuing our warm conversation. This time, the only mage in the temple happened to be idle. Master and Aunt Yu are peeling peaches. The master picked them in the mountains these two days. They want to peel off their backpacks and go down the mountain to sell some incense money, so that they can come and go up and down the mountain and meet tourists from the ancient temple by chance. Aunt Yu and the mage warmly prepared a small dining table and hot water for us, and I also helped them peel the peach shells. Children like to swing at the door.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the master made pancakes and had lunch with his aunt. The children may be tired of playing, the aunt and the master are very kind and enthusiastic, and the two children sit at the small table and eat. The cake baked by the mage is very delicious, even more delicious than what we bought on the road. Cooking with firewood and sweet porridge are absolutely delicious for children who are tired of climbing mountains. After asking about the drinking water here, the mage said that there is a holy water spring 500 meters below the mountain. The mountain spring water left at the top of the mountain can be directly drunk, and the water source remains unchanged all the year round. The child's father immediately took the child to the back twice, and a kettle was about 50 pounds. The children also found that there were many tadpoles and shrimps in the stagnant pool flowing from the holy water spring. They caught a few and put them in plastic bottles to bring back to their families.

It's evening again, and we're going down the mountain with my aunt again. However, this time, the child's father and Aunt Yu each carried about 30 pounds of peach stones down the mountain. A big chestnut tree at the foot of the mountain is covered with chestnuts, and there is also a big chestnut tree at Aunt Yu's house. She picked two chestnuts from her tree and gave them to us. The chestnut skin inside is still milky white, and the chestnut meat is not very satisfactory. I didn't ask Aunt Yu to pick it from the tree again, but only picked up a few that fell to the ground. Curious about the chestnuts that can be touched by the roadside, it seems that they have not been hurt by tourists at all. Aunt Yu told us that Lianhua Mountain is no longer open to tourists because it has been closed this year. Then we are really lucky. No one can stop us from entering the mountain. Although there are no tourists, I think it may be that there are fewer people climbing this semi-wild mountain! Aunt Yu asked me my age and said that my mother had never seen such a neat downhill at my age, so she usually made a fuss. This won't work, and that won't work either. And I can silently follow the rhythm of adults and children down the mountain. Not to mention that Aunt Yu, who is nearly sixty years old, and the father of the child have dozens of pounds of peach stones on their backs, and it is not my sore ankle. Worst of all, at the foot of the mountain, we suddenly found that the bottle with tadpoles was left on the viewing platform outside the ancient temple. Thinking that if we don't get the bottle back, the tadpole will definitely die in the bottle tonight. The child's father put down the peach pit on his back and went up the mountain to look for a bottle of tadpoles without saying anything. At this point, the sun has set in the west. In order to wait for my father at the foot of the mountain with my children, Aunt Yu took us to work in our own corn field nearby and picked a lot of old corn to take home for us.

It was getting dark. About fifty minutes later, the child's father retrieved the small bottle with tadpoles. Later, the child's father said that when he ran up and down that day and then ran to the top of the mountain, he already felt weak in his legs. It also reminds me that my child's father once met a weasel who was killed by a car in the middle of the road while driving, and he would pull over and bury it to get peace of mind. After bidding farewell to Aunt Yu, we went home separately.

After driving smoothly for an hour and a half, the children fell asleep, and the sunset glow reflected the mountains more magnificently in the valley. Is this a beautiful word?

This trip without climbing to the top of Lianhua Mountain seems to have deepened our relationship with Lianhua Mountain again.

During the National Day, we planned to go to Lianhua Mountain in advance. We bought four bags of rice, two bags of noodles, a bucket of oil, gloves for work and father's favorite tea for the temple. The night before, we cooked a pot of rice and prepared to go to the mountains for breakfast the next morning. After breakfast, we assigned tasks, first taking food to the temple, and then climbing the peak.

The child's father has a big bag full, and the child's small backpack is also full. He also bought six pounds of tofu on the way. In this way, we set foot on the familiar mountain road again. This mountain is not easy to climb, and it is not difficult to climb, just suitable for the rhythm and physical strength of our family. Along the way, the children are very light, and adults still need to have a rest from time to time. At least one strap of the backpack is broken. The coolness of autumn makes the mountain people put on small cotton-padded jackets and no longer feel hot, and the sweat on their backs penetrates into their underwear. An hour later, we arrived at our first destination.

The mage took us to incense the immortal and poured ginger juice into the cup. Pears picked from pear trees in the yard are sweet and cold. The children went to fetch water from the holy spring, and we continued to walk up the mountain. The way up is steeper, but it is easier for us to travel light, so there is still room for philandering. We saw the soft soil scraped by small animals and observed the roots of unknown plants. I don't know how to accidentally annoy a nest of wasps, and the wasps flew straight to the child's head in an instant. There was a cry that she was stung by a bee, and the footsteps of her eldest daughter running down the hill. The mother stepped forward, grabbed the wasp that stung the child's head with her hand, took off her coat and wrapped it around her head to avoid the flying bees, and then quickly took off the colorful hairpins on her head. Then I pushed my hair along the place where the child said it hurt to find the thorn that pricked my scalp. With the help of the child's father, I pulled out the thorn with two ID cards. The child cried with fear, clamoring for going down the mountain and not climbing up again. But the top of the mountain is close at hand, and it takes at least half an hour to walk from the ancient temple to the clock halfway up the mountain. Encouraged by his mother and protected by his father, the child with his mother's coat passed through the crowded place and climbed to the top of the mountain in a few minutes. I've seen online articles bitten by bees before, but I dare not relax completely. First of all, I carefully ask and observe the child's situation. Second, I took the bee sting out of my head. Third, I learned my lesson. Don't wear fancy headgear when climbing in the wild. I should also wear a hat and prepare simple medicine. Fortunately, half an hour passed, and the child had no other symptoms except some redness and swelling at the wound. After dinner, we ate some rice at the top of the mountain and had a good sleep in the sun.

The top of Lianhua Mountain is narrow and steep, and the employees of a company on duty in the house on the top of the mountain are not friendly, but it does not prevent us from watching the mountain. Just to the south, the statue of China in Beijing is faintly visible. Birds, crows and magpies in the valley were ignored by us. Thousands of billions of years of rocks are in front of us. The joy of the children climbing the summit swept away the unhappiness of being stung by wasps. In this way, we stayed quietly with Dashan for two hours, listening to the wind and birds singing.

When we walked down the mountain to the wasp, my children and I were still worried, trying not to disturb the nearby vegetation, and continued to walk down in the sound of our laughing eldest daughter being clicked by the mountain god. I took my bag from the mountainside mage, who filled it with some pecans and chestnuts from the mountains. We also pumped two barrels of mountain spring water and walked down the mountain. On the way, we also dug several Polygonatum plants (a plant that can be used as medicine).

Near the foot of the mountain, it may be because after the heavy rain, the bright red hawthorn fell to the ground, pitying its growth in the mountain and returning to the mountain, bending down to pick up a few.

This is a successful return, and it seems that I have been out for several days when I get home. Very good! Very good!