Dancing with swans in springtime

What a wonderful and magical scene this is. In early spring, I finally had the opportunity to walk towards the magical bay, I can not help but speed up the pace, in the spring light with the swans **** dance, really is beautiful.

Spring light and swan about **** dance 1

The vastness of the sea and the depth and grandeur of the sea originally made me relaxed and happy, not to mention those soaring in the sea and sky above the gulls, cruising in the blue sea on the swan it?

The swan's hometown Yandunjiao, located in Rongcheng City, is a small fishing village by the sea, pleasant scenery, the village east of the mesa blocked the Yellow Sea, forming a small bay. The east and west sides of the bay each has a clear freshwater stream into, so the water here is clear and soft waves, sparkling, blue sea surface in the sunshine like satin generally soft and smooth, rich fish and shrimp and plankton and algae in this large number of growth and reproduction, for the swan habitat provides a good natural environment. So, every winter snow season, Siberia swans in groups will be in the form of family migration to this winter, constituting the Shandong Peninsula unique the most beautiful winter landscape.

Early spring, finally had the opportunity to go to that piece of magic bay that makes me mesmerized. Far away, a wisp of salty ocean breath refreshing, can not help but speed up the pace, only to see the beach, thousands of swans scattered in the shallow sea near the beach, the beach is full of tourists, close to the beach of the road is also crowded with people walking to and fro, which is full of photography enthusiasts to focus on the scene, for the preferred sea elves to take pictures of the beauty of the frequent pressing the shutter, there is a wonderful hand of the Danqing in this concentration to depict the fairy of the swans. The swan fairies are depicted in the curvaceous and extraordinary charm.

In order to zero distance close to these holy noble and beautiful birds, and all the tourists, I also constantly towards the nearest sea surface throwing corn, only to see the swans slightly forward, stretching out the beautiful slender neck, quickly pecked just fell into the food, after eating and drinking enough swans pacing leisurely steps away, as far as the white clouds like a fluffy, but also like a blooming white lotus flower, wonderful, wonderful, elegant and graceful. White lotus flowers, wonderful, elegant and skillful more than a fairy. They are free to roam back and forth, some combing immaculate feathers, some singing, some cross-necked playful, some gazing into the distance, some back to wave their wings to beat the waves, some groups of three or five waves, some flying low, some soaring in the air wings soaring, the form is very different, unpredictable, the scene is a million. White elegant and lithe figure, naive and charming look, soulful and deep eyes, calm and composed disposition, graceful and beautiful, plus the shuttle back and forth sea ducks, the air constantly circling gulls, gulls and birds on the blue sea **** dance, a singing and laughing and lively exception, so that people are dazzled and dazzled as if they were in a fairyland, "Dancing to make a clear shadow, how on earth? "What's like being on earth?"

The swan is not only a rare wild migratory bird, but also the embodiment of loyalty, determination, courage and wisdom. Every year, in order to migrate for thousands of miles, the swans are not afraid of the wind and rain, snow and cold, always in the established time to arrive here, to the simple fishermen to bring the spring of good luck and blessings, but also for the tourists from all directions to bring great surprise and joy. From the resolute eyes of these delicate swans, I read the sentiments that human beings aspire to: calm, bold and peaceful, united, caring and friendly. The harmony between humans, birds and nature is on display here.

On the north side of the bay are the neatly arranged houses of the village, which are located near the sea. The roofs of the houses are made of seaweed. Formed here characteristic scenery seagrass houses. Thick gray seagrass, pointed grass roof, like the fairy tale hut under the pen of Hans Christian Andersen, full of poetic interest, people can not help but smile. They stand peacefully on the coast, quietly listening to the tide of the sea, quietly enjoy the annual migration of the swans, quietly approaching the north and south of the famous tourists, witnessed the change in the sea of wind and clouds. Coastal, is the warmth of the fishermen opened fishermen's hotel, here, you can taste a variety of fresh fish, abalone, shrimp, sea cucumbers, scallops, oysters, and a variety of clams, a wide variety of delicious complete, savoring the rich gifts of the sea, blowing the salty sea breeze, looking away from the white elegant swans, the heart of the moment, I do not know this year is the year of the future?

Beautiful and handsome swans, next year's spring, we still meet .......

Spring with the swans about **** dance 2

March drizzle, hurriedly came and hurriedly left, the wind is still attacking people, the tree branches are still dry and stiff, the grass is still huddled in the cold soil dreaming.

The beautiful swans, like received an invitation, in groups, or in the swan lake chasing and playing, or in the lake surface leisurely foraging, or in the air wings flying, for the gradual awakening of the swan lake to add vitality.

When I first saw it, I was so stunned that I was even afraid my breath would startle it. I gazed at it, marveling at its beauty - white, light. The white porcelain-like smooth feathers, without a trace of impurity, as if a ball of thick ink splashed on it, will be rolled down the whole thing, not a trace of stain.

It floats leisurely on the water, its body motionless, as if listening, but also as if thinking ...... perhaps any kind of bird of prey can not have this kind of personality, its beauty is unique -- proud, pure, skillful, deep. The blackened swamps can't destroy this beauty, and the withered reeds can't make its richness a little less colorful. I don't know whether it was its white cloud-like wings that illuminated the water; or whether it was the black water that accentuated the holy white. There is something so pure and white in the world, and I have finally seen it with my own eyes.

But I suddenly did not believe that the swan was connected with the swamp. I thought it might be a stray goose from the farm team, but it was not. He himself told me that he was indeed a swan, a swan of the earth - he raised his long, thin neck and looked out over the far-reaching fall fields. It seemed to pay no attention at all to the blackness beneath its feet.