Chapter 542
Su Miao took a deep breath, and the mountain breeze, carrying the unique fresh scent of grass and trees, blew towards him. It was so comfortable. He closed his eyes and felt like he was back in Sujia Village.
I couldn’t help but take another breath. Cough cough cough!!! Car exhaust!!! Cough cough cough!!!
The president of the Flying Eagle Society was still waving to the driver, asking him to remember to pick them up at 5:30, without noticing that Su Miao, who was standing not far from him, took a deep breath of exhaust fumes.
He turned around and said to everyone with full energy: "Classmates! Let's climb forward! Forward, forward, forward!"
The mountains and forests in the 1980s had not yet been overdeveloped and still retained a relatively primitive environment.
For this event, the Flying Eagle Club had already sent members to inspect the route in advance and finalized the plan after confirming that the climbing here was not difficult.
According to the arrangement, several mountaineering experts from the Flying Eagle Club led the way in front of the team, the new students were in the middle of the team, and there were also several members interspersed among them. The team was also followed by several members at the back, which could better improve safety.
The president stood at the front of the group and shouted, "Everyone, check your backpacks, be careful, and stay close to the group. We're leaving now!"
Su Miao looked at the trekking pole in his hand and shook the backpack on his back. There was nothing to check. After all, he didn't have much equipment, not much more than what he had to carry when he went to the mountain to worship.
But this trekking pole is really useful. When she gets back, she will ask where she can buy it and buy some to take back to the village so that she can use it when she goes up the mountain in the future.
At first the mountain road was relatively flat. The students walked forward, talking and laughing, looking at the trees and the grass. Their voices drowned out the chirping of the birds in the forest.
A lively male classmate who was walking in front of Su Miao turned around, pointed at a tree and said to Su Miao and He Rong:
"Hey! There's a bird's nest over there. Do you want me to go up and dig it out for you?"
He Rong shook her head: "No, that bird's nest is fine, why would you destroy it?"
"I'll take it down and show it to you. Just put it back up. I don't know if there are bird eggs or baby birds inside."
Su Miao also waved his hand and said, "Don't move the bird's nest. Even if you take it down and put it back up, it will still be stained with human scent.
Some mother birds will abandon their nests because of this, and then no matter what eggs or chicks are inside, they will die."
"Well then, classmate, you really know a lot!"
Seeing him turn around and go back, Su Miao secretly shrank his neck. This was the "common sense" that everyone was talking about.
But in fact, this statement is not very accurate.
She had heard from a classmate who was doing bird research with her mentor:
“The olfactory nerves of most birds are simple and not sensitive, and only a very small number of birds have a sensitive sense of smell.
These birds with sensitive sense of smell are all for self-protection or hunting, and are only sensitive to specific smells. No bird has been found to be able to recognize human body odor.
Once the baby birds are hatched, the parents will not easily abandon their offspring, let alone a baby bird that has just been touched by someone.
However, birds are very easily frightened, and if you forcibly remove them or destroy their nests, they may abandon their young and nests."
Su Miao said this to the male classmate because he didn't want him to disturb the bird too much, nor did he want to delay the team's progress. After all, everyone was moving forward.
The further up the mountain the group went, the more rugged the road became, and some of the rocks under their feet became loose, so they had to be careful with every step they took. This is when the trekking poles played a big stabilizing role.
The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a touch of mystery to the forest.
In such a natural environment, the rugged mountain roads did not affect everyone's enthusiasm at all, but made the activity more challenging.
The president, who was walking in front, said, "There's a pavilion up ahead. We can take a break there and have some water."
There were more than 20 people and there was not enough space in the pavilion, so they gave the seats to the female students.
The male students sat outside the pavilion, on the rocks, or on the fallen trees without any hesitation.
Su Miao took out the kettle and drank a few sips of water, then pounded his calves which were starting to feel a little sore.
"Miao Miao, thank you for putting glucose in my water. It tastes sweet." He Rong drank the water and said to Su Miao.
"Huh? What glucose?" Xiaojie asked in confusion.
He Rong replied, "Miaomiao's father knew she was going to climb the mountain, so he bought a whole bag of it at the pharmacy. When we were in the dormitory, Miaomiao gave me some to add to water. This way, when I drink it, I can replenish water and energy at the same time."
"Ah! I didn't go back to the dormitory and didn't add it." Xiaojie said regretfully.
"It's okay, I brought it to you."
After Su Miao finished speaking, he took out a small jar from his backpack.
This is one of the small seasoning jars that Liang Manman gave me when we went on a picnic in high school.
After the picnic, Su Miao washed and put it away, stuffed it into the checked luggage when packing it, and then it was transported to the capital.
Xiaojie praised: "Wow! What a delicate little bottle! Where did you buy it? I've never seen it before."
"This is a gift from my high school classmate. Pour some into the kettle. You need to shake it to dissolve it."
A little bit was enough for a kettle, and Su Miao also invited several female classmates next to her to share the rest. The atmosphere was suddenly lively among a group of people who didn't know each other well and were embarrassed to chat just now.
After resting for more than ten minutes, everyone set off again. After an hour's effort, everyone finally reached the top of the mountain.
There is a flat grassland on the top of the mountain. Standing here, you can overlook the rolling hills and lush forests below your feet. You can also see the smoke rising from the village in the distance and blending with the skyline.
Everyone cheered excitedly. The president stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering. He took a deep breath and recited loudly:
Standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River flows north, at the head of Orange Island.
This familiar verse seemed to ignite the blood in everyone's hearts. The students straightened their backs, their eyes bright, and responded in unison:
Look at the red mountains and the colorful forests; the clear blue river and the boats competing for the current.
…
We are young students, in the prime of our youth; we are scholars with great ambition and determination.
…
Do you remember paddling in the middle of the river, with the waves stopping the flying boat?
The young voice echoed through the valley, startling a flock of birds.
Their recitation was sonorous and powerful, embodying the "prime of youth and vigor" described in the great man's poems.
The lingering sound of the last line “The waves stop the flying boat” had not yet faded, and I don’t know who started applauding.
Applause, laughter, and cheers intertwined together. The mountain breeze was still there, but it could not take away the surging ambitions in the hearts of these pillars of the country.
At this moment, Li Xiang's face changed and he shouted anxiously, "Everyone, be quiet first. Let's count the number of people. It seems that one student is missing!"
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