The idea of riding a bicycle around Qiandao Lake has been around for two years, and it has been loudly announced to friends around, but for various reasons, it has finally failed. At the beginning of this year, I finally found an organization online-a group of fellow cyclists headed by Comrade Hao Hao. On the eve of May Day, under my instigation, several fellow travelers also decided to ride their cars around Qiandao Lake. They are: Hao Hao, blankly, Zhu Ma, Lao Fangtou.
The idea of going around the lake has existed in my mind for two years. Before it was put into practice, this behavior was just an ordinary cycling exercise in my imagination, just like I used to ride a car for three hours to go back to my hometown. Now that I'm back from around the lake, after 13 hours of crazy sleep, sitting in front of the computer and thinking about these three and a half days of riding is like having a dream. It's super cool, super HIGH, super beautiful and of course super tired.
1. At 6: 3 in the morning of May 1st, we set off at the gate of Lianhua Supermarket, and met Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou who were waiting at Bailong Bridge. Their sheep came to see our 8, who once rode a road bus around Hainan Island. After seeing the GRANT women's road bus I rode, I said word for word: It is impossible not to be embarrassed. My heart immediately tightened. In fact, I had no idea whether I could go around the lake. I took some clothes and a bottle of water and set off with Haohao.
When riding to Baishaqiao in Wucheng New District, a black bird came screaming from the upper reaches of Wujiang River. I said with a smile that all the birds had come to see us off, but I was worried about whether it was an ominous sign. Sure enough, just after riding on National Highway 33, my tire was punctured by a piece of iron. At that time, I was so annoyed that I couldn't think of it. NND tires were thinner than my face, which really gave me no face. Fortunately, there happened to be a garage on the roadside to fix the car. After half an hour, I caught up with the team waiting for me at Lanxi Hengshan Bridge.
Later, on Zhuge's way to Shou Chang, Hao Hao's GRANT74, which had a flat speed of over 3 on the flat ground, actually had a flat tire (I'm sorry, Comrade Hao Hao, at that time, I actually blurted out the word "good", which shows that this person's heart is RMB% # #-* ...). It is impossible to find a car repair shop in the middle of nowhere, so Hao Hao rides the 68 of the old square head and drags his own 74 with the other hand.
At the train crossing near Daciyan, Zhu Ma and I were sitting on the side of the road waiting for Haohao at the back. At this time, a cool motorcycle rode in front of us, and a cool handsome guy rode on it. When he saw us staring at him, he turned and rode towards us to inquire about each other. It turned out that he was both a member of the Swimmer Club and the moderator of the "I Love My Car" section, and he felt very cordial. I wrote down this unimportant clip here, mainly because this brother's wife was so cool that I forgot to take a picture of him, leaving me to forget that he flew off to Cool Shadow.
at one o'clock in the afternoon, we finally arrived at Xin 'anjiang in Jiande. At this time, Haohao's watch showed that we had ridden 75.5KM. After dinner, we were just about to start, but it began to rain. We waited for dozens of minutes by the side of the road. Seeing that the rain didn't mean to stop, we set off in raincoats. When I rode to the bank of Xin 'an River, the rain stopped. At this time, I saw a faint mist floating over the whole Xin 'an River, which was better than the jade pool in the sky in Journey to the West. I quickly got off the bus and took pictures. I just pressed the shutter twice and removed the camera, and I saw a mass of fog moving down in front of me, and I couldn't see the house on the other side in a hurry. This spectacular posture made me scream with excitement. Hao Hao said that this is because the water released by Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station is the water at the bottom of Qiandao Lake, and the water temperature is very low, so the fog is formed.
at 4: 1 p.m., we arrived at Maozhu Garden, which is rumored to have extremely poor road conditions. It was in this place that I saw Qiandao Lake. God, how could it be a lake? It was obviously a sea. At the moment we met, the lake almost shocked me. Through the narrow bay mouth in front of us, there was an extremely vast lake in front of us, and there was a small island in the middle. LIAO was surrounded by layers of thin fog gauze over the island. In fact, the so-called poor road in Maozhuyuan is nothing compared with the dozens of kilometers of Panshan Highway on Zheng-Yu Line the next day, which is only a few hundred meters. After riding this section, it is a white line that is HIGH, cool and beautiful.
White Line is an asphalt road with excellent pavement and few traffic. When riding on it, the sky sometimes rains, sometimes it is gloomy, and sometimes it is sunny. The air is very humid. On the left side of the road is a mountain, and on the right side is a lake. There are orange trees in the open space next to it, and the oncoming flowers are full of fresh oranges. There are five of us, Haohao and blankly, all of whom are far ahead at a speed of about 3 yards per hour. Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou ride slowly and fall far behind, while I am caught in the middle at a speed of more than 2 yards per hour. In the meantime, I stop to take photos from time to time. When I see a grazing cow on the roadside, I will greet them with Zhao Lirong-style "Hi, Uh-huh" excitedly. I think I'm going crazy with excitement. Those downhill slopes were even worse. I screamed and flew all the way down. Yes, not riding, flying, flying. I put my hands in the air, and I am a happy and free bird. I tried to fly straight ahead like a real bird, looking at the mountain on the left with my left eye and the lake on the right with my right eye, and my ears were full of whistling wind; I turned my head, let the wind pour into my front ear and bounce back from my eardrum, and then I heard the wonderful birds singing in my back ear, and the waves of the lake knocking on the shore.
At this moment, I'm sitting in a room far away from the white line, reminiscing about the wind, the smell of oranges, the singing of birds and the sound of waves. I find that they have been deeply secreted into my skin, penetrated into my bone marrow and will reverberate in my body for a lifetime. Yes, all my life, all my life.
2. On the first day, due to shelter from the rain and other reasons, the original plan to arrive in Anyang on the same day had to be changed to a business trip. When I arrived at Lishang, it was already 7: 15 at night, and it was dark. However, Lishang was a seat of Liyang township government, and there were no hotels and guest houses. It was clearly marked as a town on the map. It was dark and hungry, and we were a little anxious. Hao Hao asked some people chatting on the roadside of Lishang, saying that there was a hotel at Liyang Pier below.
After a lot of trouble, we finally found Liyang Wharf and stayed in a small hotel with six yuan per bed. When we lay down, it was past ten o'clock at night.
The next day, after breakfast, we got out of Liyang at 6: 45 and rode towards Anyang. Now we are already riding on Chunyang Line, which, like the White Line, is also an extremely good asphalt road. The difference is that there are a little more vehicles than the White Line in front, and there are tall poplars on both sides of the road. Along the way, the most common ones are independent villas that integrate food and accommodation, and some are piled up with sections.
at nine o'clock, we arrived in Anyang. From Anyang, we couldn't see the lake on the Chunyang Line, but the mountain was on the side not far from us, and there were more villages on the roadside. Most of the walls of those houses are painted with slogans of family planning during the Cultural Revolution in the 196s and 197s and in the early 198s, and they are about to fade into the walls in the storm of time. Occasionally, I see one or two brand-new slogans, and the words "people-oriented" have begun to appear. Oh, although it is only a slogan, we can see that our country is moving forward in small steps. One of them feels very interesting, and now it is extracted as follows: The road is facing the sky, please go to the right. This bowl stretches along the Chunyang line in the mountains and villages. From time to time, I meet some old people and children (the villages here are the same as those in other places, only the old people and children are left). One of them is an old man, with her shoulders and head parallel, walking slowly on the road with a stick in one hand and a big hat in the other. Her ears seem to be very sensitive. When a car comes behind, she stops and turns around with difficulty to watch. I deliberately made a loud noise and approached her from behind, got off the bus, and finally saw her turned face. What an old face it was. I asked her where she was going. I didn't catch what she said vaguely (I'm not sure if she understood me), but I felt that she was saying-go to the front, yes, where can such an old man go? It can only be the front.
Mulberry and corn are the most common roadside on Chunyang Line, and occasionally one or two wheat fields are sandwiched between them. Mulberry trees are covered with mulberry trees, but they are still blue-red. If they are a few days late, they will be purple, black and purple. I can't help but swallow a few mouthfuls.
At 12: 4, we arrived at Hengyan. At that time, Haohao's code table already showed 2.6KM, and we were sitting behind Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou in the roadside restaurant. Zhu Ma is an old donkey who is nearly fifty years old, but seems to have a charm of at most thirty-seven or eight. There are few routes around Zhejiang Province that she has never been to. Lao Fangtou didn't buy a bicycle until April 3th, and joined our new couple on May 1st. This should be her maiden trip. As early as in Anyang, Zhu Ma said that her knee was failing, and she could persist in riding to the horizontal edge, which shows how strong the old woman's will is. After dinner, she and Lao Fangtou said that they would take a boat directly to Pailing Town, which is Qiandao Lake Town. Meet us then.
that is, from the horizontal edge, we turned from Chunyang Line to Zhengzhou-Jiujiang Line, and the road surface began to deteriorate. After riding 22 kilometers to Zhengzhou-Jiujiang Line, Zhengzhou-Jiujiang Line has completely become a tractor-ploughed road, and the road surface is covered with gravel of different sizes. I'm a little dumbfounded. How can my road tires, which are only two thin fingers thick, stand the bumps along the way? But I still had to bite the bullet and hit the road, and my ass finally began to ache (hey, Hao Hao's battle-hardened ass hurt on the first day, so I'm still relatively strong). What is even more frightening is that the dozens of kilometers of Panshan tractor-ploughing road later, the mountain road bends like 18 bends to a ridge (a short section of which we climbed with our bicycles on our backs). This section is the most amazing, as if we all rode up, and Hao Hao and I pushed it up. My physical strength began to run out, and with such poor road surface, I couldn't ride at all. Hao Hao accidentally fell down to avoid biting his dog on the Chunyang line, and broke the governor of the bicycle, so he couldn't hang the lowest gear and had to push it. There is an old gazebo on the ridge, which seems to be about to collapse. Hehe, I want to carve a few words on the pavilion, saying "Female Snitch passed by". Unfortunately, the knife that I put into my pocket before leaving seems to be gone. What a pity.
On the way from da shi to Fengshuling Town, there is a big, long uphill. My legs trembled when I pushed the car. I saw two teenagers coming in front of me. I asked them if there was any downhill ahead. One of them blurted out a wise saying very succinctly-there is a downhill slope. Similarly, when the mountain road bends like an 18-bend mountain ridge, it is also a downhill slope that bends like an 18-bend mountain road. If the road surface is good, what a HIGH downhill slope it should be, but this is the worst section of the mountain road on Zheng's dove line. Haohao and blankly have rushed down on their mountain bikes, so I can only keep up with it quickly. My two hands are holding the brakes, and my whole body is flapping on the car hard, and my feet are stepping on it very hard. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally rode to today's hometown of Zitong Town with my teeth clenched. Haohao and blankly had already waited under an old camphor tree at the bridge head of Zitong Town. Now that I think about it, thank goodness that my car didn't break down on that broken road.
3. At 7 o'clock in the morning on the third day, the three of us started from Zitong, went to this Qiandao Lake town to meet Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou, and rode to Song Cun. The Zheng-Jiu line became the Ganwei line, and we began to see the lake again on the Ganwei line. There are many boats on these lakes like those in the Korean movie Wandering to the Room. There are houses built on the boats, and some of them are painted in bright colors. From a distance, they are very beautiful. There are cages in front of the boat, and Hao Hao said that they are fish farmers.
At 1: 3, we finally rode to the pier on the side of Qiandao Lake Town. The Qiandao Lake Bridge was not built yet, so we had to ferry it by boat. There was a long queue of cars waiting for the transition at the pier. There were colored balls and speedboats rushing around on the lake in front of the pier.
Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou had already waited for us in the lakeside park. We had lunch in a restaurant near the vegetable market and went to the lakeside to rest for a few hours.
At two o'clock, five of us got on our bikes again and went to Xin 'anjiang, the starting point and the last stop around the lake. The 6 provincial highway connects Qiandao Lake and Xin 'anjiang River. Although the road surface is good, there are many vehicles coming and going, many of which are under construction, and the road is extremely dusty. On this road, my wrist, shoulders and knees began to ache violently. Every time I stepped on a foot, the tendon on the left side of my left knee would ache violently. But I know I can't stop. Once I stop, I really can't ride any more. I said to myself, I must ride to Xin 'anjiang and finish this last journey, so I can take a train or a car, with one tire in my left hand and one tire in my right hand (the car is a quick-release type) and return triumphantly as a cow.
At about 5: 3, when I got off at Xin 'anjiang, my foot had limped. When I turned to Hao Hao, who was waiting in front, he clapped his hands at me to celebrate the success of the lake. Ten minutes later, Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou at the back also arrived.
At that time, I really wanted to stop a car and go back to Jinhua, go back to my bed and have a good sleep on my stomach. I stayed in those hotels for two nights. Because of my serious cleanliness addiction, my sleep did not add up to more than four hours, plus some acclimatization and diarrhea, as well as the whole body pain, the whole person was really exhausted to the extreme.
however, on the way to the station, my tire was punctured again (God bless it didn't break on the way). It's almost seven o'clock to find a garage to repair the car, so I just decided to stay in the hotel for another night and take the train back to Jin tomorrow. That night, I slept very well (I was really tired), and my spirit shook a lot when I got up, so I decided to go back to Jinhua one wheel at a time.
On the fourth day, I started from Xin 'anjiang at 7: , and rode to Lanxi at 11: 3. Suddenly, I rode alone in front, and Hao Hao broke up with us at the Sanjiangkou of Lanxi. He rode back to Luobu along the provincial road, and Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou and I rode back to Jinhua. Later, they were far behind me. Compared with the previous three days' trip, the most painful thing is the road from Lanxi to Jinhua on the fourth day. Riding alone