Spring is coming, and you must use a hike to remember this spring. Starting from the Shuangbei Light Rail Station on Line 1, walk 1.5km to "Qu Duoduo Pet Park".
At the entrance, there is a tree symbolizing spring blossoms, as if it is opening the prelude to the hike. Walking about 600 meters along the road below, passing a water collection point covered by a large jar on the left, and then passing a civil defense point, there is a wall with the word "Buddha" carved on the entrance of the left path, and you will find the secluded path.
Bottles are hung on the trees on both sides of the cement road. I don't know what they are used for. Can anyone answer this question?
Entering the stone path for climbing, wild flowers and grasses on the side of the road complement each other, and the bamboo forests between the mountains are lush and dripping. The gentle breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves rustle, but there is no gurgling water in the jungle.
Chongqing has been dry for the past six months, and the water levels of the Yangtze River and Jialing River are dangerously low. The flowing water in these mountain streams has been reduced to lifeless moss-covered rocks.
After passing several long stone steps and several old and new bridges, passing several grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles, and aunts carrying mountain spring water down the mountain, we finally saw the mountain gate when we were out of breath.
The gate of Puguang Temple is tightly closed, and there is a damaged section on the wall next to it. It is unknown whether it is disrespectful to climb over the wall, but this may also be considered as overcoming "eighty-one difficulties" to obtain the true scripture!
Puguang Temple can be traced back to more than 200 years ago. Although its history is not long, the site selection is quite clever. There are many plants in the temple. Although it has been closed for a long time, it is still tidy and neat. There is a small black dog that is too hungry to move. We didn't bring any food, but if you go next time, you can bring it some food, which is also a good deed.
We met an uncle who told us that the temple has been closed for a long time. Some say it is due to restrictions on religious activities, and some say that burning incense can easily cause wildfires. The reasons are unknown. With the guidance of this uncle, we continued to walk along the steep mountain road and saw the recently completed cliff stone carvings of Buddha statues. There are Huayan Three Saints and various Arhats, with very realistic expressions and movements. Although there is no historical background, it is quite interesting. However, carving on sandstone like this will weather in just a few decades or hundreds of years.
After passing the stone carvings, we entered the stage of climbing the mountain. It was noon and there was no sunshine, but the weather was clear. Otherwise, this mountain road would still be difficult for many people. According to the previous strategy, we needed equipment such as hiking poles, but with our experience of walking on advanced hiking routes, we bravely climbed to the top of the mountain. Here, I would like to thank the tree roots that served as our path and the tree trunks that served as our support. Without them, we would not have been able to reach the summit. Older people should still be careful, as the slope is steep; parents with children should also exert some effort, as children almost have to rely on adults to climb uphill.
There is a relatively open flat ground at the top of the mountain. After taking a few breaths, we continued to descend. The downhill slope is slightly gentler than the uphill, and we will also pass through a bamboo forest, which is probably the shady side of the mountain. It is spacious and peaceful here, with swaying bamboo shadows, as if in a completely different world. We walked through the bamboo forest, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves, and feeling the company of nature.
As the terrain became flatter, we encountered a tea plantation on a slope, and the road gradually became wider. We could vaguely see villagers in the countryside. At this time, it started to rain, and spring rain is as precious as oil, so we willingly got soaked like drowned rats.
We hurriedly ran to the side of the main road and got on a bus. It wasn't until we reached the terminal station that we realized we had taken the wrong direction. So we waited for the bus to turn back.
On the way back, we got on the bus from the starting station, so we could leisurely enjoy the scenery outside the window. We passed a national vocational school and saw the confused eyes of students under their mature appearance; we passed the rural scenery and the green rapeseed fields, and saw villagers building the Great Wall during rainy farming leisure time; we passed factories at the junction of urban and rural areas, all of which were labor-intensive industries. I don't know if those villagers and students belong to this place.
Every day is a good day, every season is a spring day. In my good mood, nothing else is allowed except for spring.
I am Macin, welcome to follow me.