Six years ago, on the last day of the National Day holiday, my wife and I, with our three-and-a-half-year-old Queen Sun, also experienced an impulse to "just leave" and drove to Baisha Grand Canyon, Liujiatai Township, Mancheng District, Baoding City, 60 kilometers away. Because the first time I went to that place, I was always at a loss like exploring in the dark. "Even if I can't find that place, it's a kind of tour!" My wife said to me confidently.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, we walked out of the shack built by reinforced concrete in the city and left the bustling city with noisy cars and horses and the tail gas of the earth. Guided by a map, we sailed to our destination in twists and turns and rode back to the embrace of nature. When the car sped into the Shijing section of Baoyuan Highway, we suddenly felt a gust of mountain wind blowing head-on, and obviously felt that we had entered the deep mountain area. Through the window, we can see that there are leafy persimmon trees and cookies or one or several single trees snuggling together on the hillside in the distance, as if whispering and being particularly kind, as if being in the world of persimmon trees. In this way, we inhaled the green filtered nutrients and penetrated into the gaps between the green trees. I feel the sky is so blue, bluer than Persian cat's eyes, and the white clouds are as thick as cotton candy. At this moment, my three-and-a-half-year-old niece couldn't restrain her inner joy and couldn't help cheering and singing all the way. She danced and danced while singing nursery rhymes that she had just learned to sing in kindergarten. "Look, the Baisha Bridge is coming!" The wife shouted in surprise. We feel that after more than an hour's trek, we finally arrived at our destination and didn't go the wrong way. Parked at Baisha Bridge on Baoyuan Road, overlooking the beautiful canyon. The endless winding virgin forest is like a group of dancing girls. In autumn, Shan Ye is full of dyes and fruits, beautiful and moving, like a proud peacock.

When I came to the scenic spot, I saw a stream, like a winding jade belt, passing through Baisha Canyon for about 10 km. It passes through reeds and aquatic plants, slides down the stone steps with the sound of water, gently recites lyric poems, sings endless love songs with nature and sings all the way to the sea. Especially on the persimmon trees in the valley, birds are chirping and chirping, their bodies are furry, like a fluffy ball, and their small eyes are as smart as pearls and agates. On the bank of the stream, a few heads were scattered all red, and two pairs of dragonflies with white wings danced in the sun, like beautiful girls welcoming guests from afar to visit the mountains. I deeply understand the poet Yang Wanli's "Spring is silent and precious." Here, the mountains are green, the valleys are quiet, and there is no dust and noise pollution. It presents an uncultivated virgin land in front of us, and it is a pure land like a paradise. Let's embrace nature with open arms, let life dance with the cool mountain wind, let our thoughts run wild, and let the dusty hearts on the street be baptized here.

Baisha Grand Canyon consists of Baishatan, Qingfeng Village, Wild Boar Circle, Fairy Cave and Baisha Temple. According to experts' investigation, the shape of Baisha Grand Canyon is U-shaped, which is very rare in the north. 10.2 billion years ago, many landscapes were formed by submarine uplift, landslide and rapids, and the information contained in them can be called "Ancient Marine Natural Museum". While listening to his explanation, he grasped the armrest on the door with both hands. The whole car is like a bumpy cat's ear hole, and the nervous heart suddenly reaches the throat, and the heart is pounding and ups and downs with the car hovering. I saw that some leaves of persimmon trees on the banks of the stream below the highway had fallen, leaving only countless fruits; Some leaves are so dazzling that they are a sea of fire. Many poets and painters in ancient and modern times praised the color of the maple leaf, but how much is that maple leaf missing? Orange persimmons are lit up like lanterns in the vast night, illuminating the journey of tourists, and like soldiers waiting for inspection, they are neatly lined up to meet guests from afar, which is magnificent and amazing. The shortest width of the canyon is 200-300m, and the longest is 500-600m. Most of the scenic spots called Shanggou in tourism are fertile soil. Autumn is the harvest season. Crops such as corn, soybean and pumpkin planted on the shore, as well as hundreds of medicinal plants such as wormwood, Bupleurum, Salvia miltiorrhiza and Lycium barbarum, exude attractive mature fragrance, which blows in waves, and the air exudes a strong earthy fragrance. When we take a deep breath, we will immediately feel refreshed. We greedily smell the fragrance of autumn fruits. Entering the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fields are also covered with colorful costumes. The autumn scene is like a stage that constantly changes the scenery, which makes people want to stop. Many times, I don't understand why there are so many gains in autumn, and why the ancients are still sad for autumn. Later, I learned that they only paid attention to the withering of vegetation, but ignored the ripening of fruits. In fact, the withering of vegetation is only to accumulate strength and pave the way for better growth in the next season. Therefore, a big tree can look up at the sky, but it can't live without soil.

"People don't go out to travel, but also travel by sitting and thinking. Exploring, pursuing and touching the unknowable scenes, whether local or spiritual, is a kind of travel "-Lin Qingxuan, a writer in Taiwan Province Province. There is an interesting mountain village name in the Grand Canyon-Changchang Village. It and Baisha Village are the only two villages in the Grand Canyon. Because the parking lot village was a bustling place where merchants gathered in ancient times, people who went up the mountain to open iron mines and do business parked their cars here to rest, hence the name. The villagers all live with their backs to the mountains and waters, and the houses built by the mountains are scattered and arranged in rows. It can really be said that "there is a green village in front and a green hill house in the back". The peaks here are majestic, the streams are pure and beautiful, and it feels a bit like the "Little Jiuzhaigou" in the north. It was particularly shocking to see the beautiful Qingfeng Village, which was as high as 1.032 meters. There are three baizhang cliffs around the mountain, with a drop of about 600 meters. The top of the mountain is wide and flat, such as air grassland, the sea of flowers and trees, and the remains of ancient villages. Looking at the yellow wild chrysanthemums on the top of the mountain, I can't help but think of the poem of Huang Chao, a peasant leader in the late Tang Dynasty, "Until September 8, I will kill all the flowers, and the fragrant flowers will be in Chang 'an, and the city will be full of golden flowers." "It is said that this area is also a place where heroes come forth in large numbers. It is a place where ancient outlaws take mountains as king and carry the banner of resistance. Rusty iron arrows can still be found from the hills of Lu Gu Village, Qingfeng Village and Bangkok Village. Brutal and fierce blood flowed to Liujiatai, and now the historical sites left behind can't be traced back, but in the cave near the Green Tiger Canyon in Baisha Village, the Green Tiger still put his sword in the crevice. It also belongs to the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base area in Taihang Mountain area. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, Yang Chengwu, Zhu De and other revolutionaries of the older generation commanded the battle, leaving Bethune to heal the wounded and rescue the dying and the former site of the Arsenal in Xiangming Village, which borders Shunping County. I think if tourists come to explore this mountain, they will definitely express their nostalgia.

"I can't see enough good mountains and water, and the horseshoe urges the moonlight to return." Time flies, and the sun goes down unconsciously. I really hate to part with it. Goodbye, beautiful White Sands Grand Canyon!