The whole hiking of Wugong Mountain is not to witness the attractive beauty with eyes, but to experience the natural shock with sweat and fatigue. This classic hiking line starts at Shenzi Village, Pingxiang, climbs over Jiulong Mountain, crosses Tiefei Peak, and reaches the first stop, Jinding, at an elevation of 1918.3. Subsequently, it descended hundreds of meters to Diaomazhuang, entered Ji'an, climbed the desperate slope, Fayun boundary, Shenjia compound, and finally descended from Mingyue Mountain in Yichun. (It's worth mentioning that this line does not require a penny ticket.) Donkey friends often spend three days, and we have to walk for two days. His face was full of fatigue. Climbing the timber line of Jiulong Mountain, dense fog and strong wind swept through it. Visibility is less than ten meters. The sweat on the arm stood frost. The imagined green meadow did not suddenly appear, replaced by autumn-like yellow grass. But this does not reduce the shock of alpine grasslands. It's dark and the peaks are continuous. Like a giant camel, lying here, strong people crawling on the hump. Occasionally, the sky suddenly bursts open, the brilliant sunshine suddenly sprinkles down, dissipates the clouds and mists, surprises passers-by, as if in the immortal landscape, and you are stepping on the top of the mountains. All this sweat is worth it. Camping is a headache. Because the monster wind on the mountain will not weaken with the light. At eight o'clock, we fall asleep. Hiding in the sleeping bag, lying on the gravel, the evil wind like a fierce beast attacked the tent. One night, I was scared to wake up seven or eight times for fear of being blown away by the wind. You know, there are nearly 100 meters of cliffs around me. No stars, no sunrise and sunset, no green grass and blue sky. I'm glad that my little life can be saved. After crossing the Fayun border, we went down the tree line to Goat Lion Mu. The rain finally started and never stopped. We carry thick bags and shuttle through muddy jungle paths. Rain melts sweat crystals and stings our eyes. Sticky clothes and pants, like marching, don't mention more "cool". The air was wet, mixed with the unknown fragrance of flowers, and finally had the taste of spring. It's back to blood. But the most grateful thing is that the predecessors left a red sail at the fork of the road. Mountain crossing is also a ticket-hopping route. If you go wrong, it will not only affect morale, but also bring about the consequences of inadequate budget. Those red sails in the treetops are not only the indication of the road, but also the omen of the end. Tired, cold, sticky, but satisfying. Climbing to the top of the golden hill, praying for friends; camping in the mountains, witnessing the magnificence of the mountains; Thank you donkey friends for your assistance along the way. Two days'short journey has become a memory. The travel notes have come to an end, but I look forward to traveling with you next time and looking forward to more exciting next time.