Li Zhenhao | Going to Popona's Zhiben Mountain
Popona joined a trip activity in Nujiang early this year. She herself is a staff member of a forest farm, taking care of plants in a whole mountain forest. Later, she came to the shop to see some of my specimens. The next day, we met again to see more specimens at the Life Science Museum of Dali University. Her own WeChat public account has very serious records about plants.
Reprint note: Li Zhenhao wrote about this kind of continuous, relaxed connection between people based on interests and mutual recognition, which is very beautiful.
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The car broke down halfway up Luotong Mountain, so let's just continue writing.
I'll write down this story later; I'm afraid one article won't finish it.
Popona joined a trip activity in Nujiang early this year. She herself is a staff member of a forest farm, taking care of plants in a whole mountain forest. Later, she came to the shop to see some of my specimens. The next day, we met again to see more specimens at the Life Science Museum of Dali University. Her own WeChat public account has very serious records about plants.
Caojian
Before going, I made an appointment with Popona and her brother. We checked into Caojian the day before, had breakfast in the village the next morning, and set off for Zhiben Mountain. On the first-level watershed between the Nujiang and Lancang Rivers, it is a high-altitude wetland with very rich biodiversity. There are over 50 kinds of rhododendrons alone, and the Lovely Rhododendron is a unique species in Yunlong. We saw about 20 kinds. A Gua picked a leaf of the Convex-tip Rhododendron; the back of the leaf had a cement-like felt that stuck tightly, and one leaf was as big as two of my faces.
The day's harvest was abundant. With Popona and her brother leading the way, chatting about every plant along the road like counting treasures was especially interesting. Occasionally, when we encountered something unfamiliar, a group of us would gather around to discuss it, just like a bunch of kids in a nature class.
If time allowed, playing for two or three days would be great, wandering from the primeval forest to the meadow and back into the forest, mushrooms, flowers, fruits, trees. I had always wanted to come after seeing the content Popona posted, and finally made it before the mushroom season ended.
Some mushrooms and plants from Zhiben Mountain
The sulfur fungus is very special. I have had large samples of it in the shop before, but never ate it. In Caojian, they love eating sulfur fungus. When we went down the mountain, we met a villager selling it, about 20 yuan per jin. We bought some to eat at night. It was unexpectedly delicious, with a special aroma like chicken fat oil.
Stir-fried sulfur fungus
The hammer tongue fungus that I didn't keep samples of last year is everywhere this year.
A thousand-year-old hemlock tree
Thumb-sized kiwifruits, very fragrant to eat.
Other photos from Zhiben Mountain: forest and meadow (taken by Xiao Liu and A Gua)
Li Zhenhao's WeChat public account: A Sai's Travel
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