It was forty years ago, when we were in Grade One of Chongqing No.8 Middle School, we held a spring class and organized a spring outing. I don't know how Miss Zhao, the head teacher, chose to travel to chongqing nanshan. After all, No.8 Middle School is in Shapingba, and it still has to cross two municipal districts in that era of underdeveloped transportation. Fortunately, it's not that difficult for us to charter a car with a class from No.8 Middle School. The bus carried 100 people across the only Yangtze River Bridge in Chongqing at that time, and then along the winding road to Shangxin Street, which is also the downtown area of Nan 'an District and the seat of Nan 'an District Government. Turn from Shangxin Street and start climbing Nanshan. Shangxin Street is at the intersection of mountains and rivers.
The bus stopped at the request of some students before reaching Shangxin Street and going up the mountain. A dozen students got off at Shangxin Street. It turned out that they had to climb the South Mountain on foot instead of taking a bus.
Our class was a key middle school in Sichuan Province at that time. There are 50 students from different parts of Chongqing in our class, and several students from Nan 'an District. They want to travel to Nanshan. Naturally, this is their territory. Piaopiao and Huahai were born and raised in Shangxin Street. The fat boss is also a marble man, and the rubber is also a copper bureau. They can also look up at Nanshan for a long time. They have the friendship of landlords and know Nanshan very well. Speaking of Nanshan, they all know.
When the bus stopped, a large group of students got off the bus. They carry dry food on their backs, badminton rackets, the vision of hiking in Nanshan, the curiosity and exploration of the unknown, like a group of cheerful magpies, twittering and parting ways with us.
I have never been to Nanshan before. When I was in primary school, I lived near Tan Xuan Temple on the south bank for half a year. Every spring, many students climb Nanshan, especially primary and middle school students in downtown areas. At that time, Chongqing Yangtze River Bridge had not been built. They crossed the Yangtze River by ferry from Chaotianmen, climbed hundreds of stone stairs from the Yangtze River side of Yemaoxi, crossed the Fifth Courtyard and headed for Huangshan Mountain. I stood in Tan Xuan Temple, looking up at the towering Nanshan. For me, it's just a distant thing, more difficult than going to heaven. Although I had seen photos of Susan Wang taken by others before, I had attracted and tempted him, but I gave up considering my physical strength. Now my classmates have given up the comfortable bus and have to climb the ancient Huangge Road on foot, climb hundreds of stone steps and take the forest path. I don't know what difficulties and hardships are waiting for them, and there are thorns. Maybe they will meet poisonous snakes on the road. Since they have chosen a different road from ours, they may be able to see different scenery. I really admire their courage!
This is my first time to climb Nanshan. I thought the top of Huangshan Mountain, which looks at the mountain, was a steep and uninhabited peak. The bus panted up the mountain along the winding Panshan Highway, turned over Laojun Cave, and the mountain road was flat. It turned out that that mountain was another world, which subverted my cognition. Not long after the good days, the bus began to climb the Panshan Highway again before reaching Nanshan Botanical Garden. It turns out that Laojun Cave in Wangshan Huangshan is only a part of Nanshan, and the Botanical Garden is at the top of Nanshan, with at least three steps. It is estimated that those students who climb mountains on foot will suffer.
We entered the Prynne Garden. On a big pine tree, clusters of pink flowers are in full bloom. Walking in, I saw that every petal is so petite, and the flowers on a branch are so beautiful, as beautiful as peony, but not as rich as peony. It is a gorgeous and approachable kind, like peach blossom. Some people say it is apricot blossom, others say it is plum blossom, whether it is peach blossom or apricot blossom. I don't know who said it was cherry blossoms. I haven't seen cherry blossoms before, so I can't confirm them. I just saw the first cherry blossom in my life. There is a photo of riding a horse in the garden as a souvenir, and several of our friends took photos in it.
The Prynne Garden is small, and you can visit it soon. After coming out of the gate of Prynne Garden, there is a mountain road diagonally opposite the road. We climbed the highest peak along the stone ladder and went through the pine forest. It turns out that this is the top of Nanshan-Yao Yingyan. There are no tickets to climb Yao Yingyan. The top of the mountain is bare and the trees are sparse. Standing at the top, other mountains are short in the sky. , with a vision. It turns out that Nanshan can see different scenery and overlook the panoramic view of Chongqing, which is completely different from the scenery where the two rivers meet in the direction of Pinball Fifth Academy. The height of the station is different, the angle is different, and the vision is different.
When we came back to Prynne Garden from Yao Ying Rock Mountain, it was past noon. We took out our own dry food and shared it with some friends. It's time for lunch. After lunch, you need to buy a new ticket to enter Prynne Park. I found that the fence of the park had collapsed for a while. He led a group of us around a large field, crossed the collapsed fence and entered the park again, saving 20 cents each, which was very economical for the students of that era.
The sunshine in spring is always so short, and the sun has never been bright, so it has been hidden in thick clouds. The students on foot haven't arrived to meet us yet, and the teacher is asking about the traces of other students everywhere, showing anxiety. I can't wait, the light is getting worse. All our students who went up the mountain gathered at the appointed time and stood on the steps. For the first time in high school, the whole class took a group photo, but only regret was missed.
Remember that moment? In the spring of 1983, when cherry blossoms were in full bloom, a group of childish high school students left traces of history at the top of the mountain city. Those well-developed characters are not our classmates. There are four trainee teachers, three men and one woman, who are traveling with us in Nanshan. The only female intern teacher on the left in the front row is from Wanzhou, Chongqing. She is the first in her grade and the second in her major. I don't know where she went after graduation The second row on the right is also our intern teacher, Yang Xinmin. He is the first in the graduating class and the second in the total score. Later, he stayed at school and worked in a heavy teacher. Later, he became a well-known mathematician and served as the principal of the heavy teacher. I remember everything he said later, but unfortunately none of the students in the class showed up.
I don't know how long it took after the group photo, but the students who walked up the mountain finally arrived. Many of them are happy to tell us about their unusual experiences, their unconventional ways, the difficulties they have experienced, the difficulties and obstacles they have experienced, how they made great efforts to climb the South Mountain, and how they saw scenery different from ours. They are all very happy, as if they have accomplished an achievement, and really tickle our hearts as Mr. Zhuo (a political teacher) said.
In the afternoon, the breeze on the mountain inadvertently passed through the flowers, petals swaying, cherry blossoms falling in profusion, swaying into the ground, moistening things silently.
How many colorful seasons of cherry blossoms, flying near the water tower, actually take root in Nanshan, insisting that Nanshan does not relax; Yushu also loves Nanshan, where Nanshan blooms and bears fruit and becomes their neighbor.
It's another season after cherry blossoms. I came to the Prynne Garden again. The cherry blossoms are gone. The Prynne Garden is so quiet that I can't see any tourists. I was wandering in the park when a staff member passed me. When he passed by, I felt his face was a little familiar, especially his hair characteristics were too obvious. I thought he was supposed to be a high school classmate. I can't help shouting: plane. He stopped and turned his head. I didn't expect him to meet here as a high school classmate. I remember he went to Nanjing Forestry College in college and was assigned to work in Nanshan Botanical Garden after graduation. In a few words, it turned out that the bare eagle rock was being turned into a golden eagle in Nanshan in his hands, which will become a new night scene building in Chongqing after completion. After many colorful cherry blossoms, the Golden Eagle has already been built, and the Nanshan Tropical Botanical Garden and a tree viewing platform are all completed in his hands. He became a classmate who overlooked the panoramic view of Chongqing every day.
This year is another cherry blossom season. I also became a Nanshan person. I have hiked the Huangge Ancient Road on Qingshui Creek many times, and climbing Nanshan is no longer so terrible. Huanggeya Old Street has also been transformed. Wangshan and Huangshan sanatorium have been changed into Chongqing Anti-Japanese War Museum, and Sanmao's former residence has also been restored. It turns out that Nanshan is so rich in culture that I can see it every day.