Chapter 2 two

I was thinking wildly and couldn't close my eyes all night.It was almost dawn, and it was extremely cold in the room, and I was so tired that I fell asleep. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, when I woke up, the wind stopped.He raised his eyes to the crack of the window and saw a white light outside.I couldn't help but jump for joy: This is snow!Snow!Snow!Snowing! This morning, I leaned against the window and watched the snow for a long time.In the afternoon, the snow stopped.I decided to go to Yangtian Lake at the top of Luoyan Peak to see the snow scene of Mount Hua. This is my last afternoon in Luoyan Peak.By this time tomorrow, my body may already be halfway up or down the mountain.I have to make good use of this afternoon.

So I leaned on a cane and stepped on the snow to the top of Luoyan Peak.There are iron chains around the rocks along the way, and the road is not difficult to walk.In less than half an hour, I boarded Yangtianchi. I suddenly realized that the bursts of collapses last night were actually some tall pine trees outside the temple being blown down.Ah, what a terrifying Huashan squall, it really lives up to its reputation. Although there is no wind now, the peak is terribly cold, and the cold currents pierce the skin like awls. Even though I am wearing a leather robe and pants, I still feel cold.

This snow scene is so rare, it’s nothing to be cold!I'm going down the mountain tomorrow anyway. While comforting myself, I looked at the snow scene.I don't know if I'm on Earth or another planet. Has anyone stood on the highest peak of Mount Hua and seen the snow scene?Ah, so beautiful and divine!Great!That is not something that mortals can enjoy.Only those who live in mythology can have such a blessing.That is not a snow scene, but a building made of thousands of antelope horns, the whole body is transparent, white and fragrant.The entire Huashan became countless arctic icebergs and turned into a silver universe.Here, people have only one feeling: white!This whiteness fills your eyes, your mind, your heart, your blood.You will feel that your thoughts are white, your voice is white, your emotions are all white.Here, white is God, the supreme ruler. He dyes every piece of soil and grass in Huashan white, and he does not allow the second kind of existence.

As I watched, I seemed to melt completely.I seem to feel: every cell in me has turned into white, into snow.In front of me and behind me is the sea of ​​white wine, which makes me intoxicated from head to toe! Such intoxication, I don't know how long, suddenly, a black shape appeared in the white sea.It slowly squirmed, shifted, and was facing my direction.It is like a tree, and like a wild beast, gradually coming towards me, gradually becoming obvious in front of my eyes.I was suddenly taken aback, and woke up from the drunk dream: Ah, this is a person! Yes, it's a person, and it's not bad at all.This person has climbed the last stone step of Luoyan Peak and is approaching Yangtian Lake.

This person is not so much a person as it is more appropriate to say a beast.He was about forty years old, with fierce eyes like a beast, a burly body like a beast, and a quiet step like a beast.He was wearing an old otter hat with the bristles covering his cheeks, and an old black woolen overcoat with an otter collar wrapped around his body, making him look as clumsy and funny as a bear.In fact, his hat and coat are too worn out, and in several places, there are big holes like copper coins. According to our southerners, they are duck eggs for sale.At least six or seven duck eggs were sold on him.But the quality of the coat is not bad, it is a real Russian product, but it is a pity that it has been worn for too long.

Leaning on a Panlong walking stick produced by Jiange, he finally stood by Yangtian Lake, only four or five feet away from me. I looked at his face again.On this face, I could see an extremely dejected and bored look, with a ferocious, ironic, and arrogant expression showing from time to time between the brows and eyes.He seemed dissatisfied with everything, only the maddeningly beautiful snow scene around him could attract his attention a little bit. Once upon a time, I read the autobiography of a talented dancer: She once sent an invitation to a famous Swedish writer to watch her perform; he refused, and replied with a note: I haven’t been out for a long time, I hate humans!

This strange stranger, only four or five feet away, reminded me of the aforementioned Swedish writer.I think: they are probably cast out of the same model. My idea was not wrong, and soon it was proved by iron facts. Originally, people who have traveled through Huashan have an experience, that is: when you pass Canglong Ridge and Jinsuo Pass, you want to say hello and say a few words to any person who goes up or down the mountain.This kind of mysterious psychology was dispelled by Zhuangzi two thousand years ago.He said: Those who escape from emptiness will be happy when they hear the sound of people's footsteps.The higher the mountain you climb, the emptier your surroundings will be, and the strangers you meet will be more lovely.Only when you are completely out of the crowd, you will feel the value of the crowd.

Based on the above mysterious psychology, needless to say, I naturally feel indescribably kind to the strangers beside me.Not only is it kind, but I'm also curious.Just imagine, in such a cold day, and it was New Year's Eve, someone would brave the heavy snow to climb the highest peak of Mount Hua to drink the northwest wind.Since the beginning of winter, I have not met a single tourist for more than a month.I thought I was eccentric enough, but now there is someone even more eccentric than me. How could this not arouse my great curiosity? In fact, as far as my personality is concerned, I don't like talking very much.I once counted: In the last month of 1942, I spoke a total of less than fifteen sentences, an average of one sentence every two days.The long-term cook and I have been performing pantomime almost all the time: nodding, waving hands, arching, kicking, and humming at most, it is considered talking.Even so, at this moment, I am very willing to talk to the strange man beside me.

So I greeted him: Sir, are you going up the mountain alone? He just nodded and didn't even hum.He is looking at the snow scene under the mountain. You went up the mountain yesterday, right? He nodded again, still looking at the snow scene. So, did you rest at the North Peak or the East Peak yesterday? He didn't look back, just hummed a word of Dong.I don't even want to add the word "Feng" below. His indifference and indifference really repelled me.I thought to myself: This person's heart is about as cold and white as the snow on Mount Hua! On such a rare 5,000-foot peak, he met human beings with eyes and noses like him, and it was a bit unreasonable for him to be so ruthless.

I stared at him fiercely, and suddenly became suspicious and a little frightened: maybe he is not a human being, but a ghost!If he is not a ghost, but a human being, he should never be so cruel. On the one hand, I was full of ghosts, and on the other hand, I put all my eggs in one basket. I fought against the city, and made a final challenge to the ruthlessness of this strange man. Sir, are you not going down the mountain tonight?Resting in Nanfeng Temple?I asked him with a smile on my face. No more.He never turned his head, and kept looking at the snow scene. Thank him for his grace, and squeeze out two more words this time.He didn't seem to be answering me, but rewarding me.Every word of his seems to be more precious than pearls and gems.If Emperor Nero was the most arrogant person in the world in Roman times, this strange man was at least ten times more arrogant than Nero.

Looking at his haughty and cold back, I became more and more angry when I thought about it, and finally raised my cane, and left Luoyan Peak to look up to Tianchi without looking back.I can never breathe the air with such a arrogant person. When I walked down the mountain, he was still watching the snow scene and didn't even look at me.This increased my anger and made me pick up the pace.I wish I could grow wings, fly down the mountain in one breath, and never see this person again.