The great summer heat, the field rests; the great summer cool, the water fills the pond. The following is a language puzzle I organized 2017 describing the great summer article, welcome to read!
2017 describes the big summer article 1In mid-July, the time of the big summer, the heat is unbearable, I would have liked to find a place to cool off and avoid the summer heat. It coincides with the city prose writers association to go to Taibai County for a three-day wind activities, I was fortunate to be able to participate.
The weather was gloomy on the morning of the 18th, and the window was gray and cloudy, and the car was driving on the highway, so there was nothing to enjoy. When off the highway, along the Jiangmei highway, along the Stone River and traveled through the famous ? Stone River Reservoir? I first heard of this name, is because of the rescue hero Hou Tianxiang deeds and know. So I couldn't help but think of the hero's feat. Clear water, blue ripples, the reservoir is so big that it stretches for miles and miles, which I would not have thought of.
In the morning the county took a tour of Parrot Pigeon town of ? Chaihu Village? with a few villages in Taochuan Township. At the end of the two places to pick up, the sky finally could not hold on to drift down misty rain. Afternoon is the well-known attractions? Qingfeng Man The first is to take a look at the famous "Qingfeng Man", a small town with a large number of people.
Qingfengxia Forest Park is located in Taibai County, Taochuan Town, Xi'an to Hanzhong Jiangmei Highway near the park, the transportation is very convenient. The natural landscape of the park is majestic, strange, dangerous, beautiful and quiet. Its lonely peaks and strange stone forest sea, the wall of flying rock abruptly, the four seasons are different, colorful, known as the first gorge of the Qinling Mountains and strange. There is an open basin in the low river area, with gurgling water and lush forests on both sides; in the middle, there are long gorges and valleys, with isolated peaks and strange rocks; and at the top, there is a connection between the main peak of the Qinling Mountains, Mount Taibai, and the second highest peak, Mount Ao, which is the most beautiful mountain in the Qinling Mountains, and the second highest peak in the Qinling Mountains, Mount Taibai. The top of the mountain is connected to the second peak of Ao Mountain and the main peak of the Qinling Mountains. , perennial clouds and mist, smoke and mist, the scenery is very handsome, pleasant.
Arrived at the scenic area in the afternoon, in the drizzle, I got off the car to see, this is the Qingfengxia? Around a circle, the mist shrouded, seemingly clear non-clear, feel unable to find the memory of the scenic spot door, mouth also can not help but chanting: how and that year's door is not the same? The county comrades told me that: the gate is still retained, but now expanded many buildings, the scale is very large!
Crossing the road, I looked up, wow! A magnificent and spectacular large gatehouse appeared in front of my eyes, only to see the orange and yellow background color, openly written with strong three big words ? Qingfeng Gorge? I through the light fog, stopped to tilt his head to appreciate, a shock surged to the heart. And then look in the past, wow, inside is a wide concrete road, the road surface is wet by the drizzle, flooding white light, roadside low rain, neatly organized business store reflection, shadows, and then look into the distance, gauzy shroud, blocking my line of sight, in order to look for that year's memory of that chic showy but handsome iconic gate, I press the shutter on the newly built gate building, rush to catch up with everyone in the queue.
In about a hundred meters on both sides of the road, stores lined up, the end of the road on the left, is a modern appearance of the hotel, built according to the roots of the mountain, the square and the surrounding area, the environment is elegant; bamboo, trees surrounded by, very pleasant. Watching, shooting, happy mood, can not help but issue? Change is big? The exclamation.
Head up and then look forward, I have seen in the haze of the early years of the gate in front of me, I can not help but speed up the pace. The left side of the gate that showy and handsome miniature landscape, red stone carvings? Qingfeng Gorge? Three big words, still clearly visible, in addition to the bottom of the small accompanying scenery slightly modified, a small simple on the platform can? Ticket office? Has not existed, replaced by the right side of the newly constructed building objects and modern electronic ticketing facilities. On the horizontal wooden sign above, a strong and masculine ? Qingfengxia National Forest Park? Green letters, very eye-catching.
We were on the tour bus to the root of the mountain. Along the way I introduced to you: a small square with a small two-story bamboo building, how chic, how interesting and charming it. So when I got off the car to see, a few years ago that hanging a number of red lanterns of the small bamboo building, has disappeared. Replaced by a new two-story building under construction, my heart can not help but a little lost .......
The rain is still pattering down, would have been surrounded by the square in front of the steep cliffs, the small river, very worthy of viewing, but has been shrouded by rain and fog, nothing can be seen. In this situation is chagrined, I suddenly from the loss, see the fog in the strange mountain landscape difficult to see. Ah! Fog shrouded in the distance mountains, shrouded around the near mountain walls, that fog when thick, when thin, like a piece of gauze mantle, was a fairy tugging, slowly moving, moving; rain and fog thick, what can not be seen, is a foggy piece; that rain and fog thin, you can see the scenery through the veil; hazy, revealing a little rock, mountains, a few rocks rooted in the tree, that kind of hidden and emergent scenery, attracting me, constantly The camera to shoot, that kind of floating rain and fog, can be described as like a fairyland, we also seem to be in it.
The depths of the mountain are very quiet, especially in the rain, but also silent, our party, together with the county accompanied by about forty people slowly, along the steps of the path to the small bridge.
The mountain is still filled with rain and fog, what can not spy, that adds a touch of mystery to the mountain, but saw the illusory misty, moving rain and fog, so that I can only see the roadside near the scene, bushes and bushes dense, vegetation is very lush. The rain dampened the trees, but they looked especially green. The gentle fog, hazy mountain appearance, but firmly the belief of the fog. Fog in the mountains, gossamer surrounded, supercilious; mutual attachment, entanglement, that wisp in the wisp, dribs and drabs, between the vagaries. Light rain fell, fine as cattle hair, thin clouds, fog, fog, heaven and earth a color, it can be said, a rare fog in the Qingfeng Gorge ah! I can not help but speed up the pace of walking in the forefront.
The small bridge is almost there, I look out, far from the bridge is still in the old place. But found that year on a wooden pole, the simple frame of a few small wooden signs, indicating the scenic road signs, now instead of a new building, a distinctive ? Road signs indicating the coordinates? The coordinates are very much like a ? Cross? The body of the seat is built of stone, about four or five meters high, in the shape of a tower; the front of the vertical arrangement of the green font pasted? Qingfengxia Forest Park Welcome? A few big words, make people feel very warm. From this, we can see the people of Taibai County's simple feelings towards the tourists as well as their friendliness and hospitality. In the position of more than two meters high, left and right, up and down, designed two different directions of the horizontal pole, sign, the upper level for the indication of the road signs, the top has an arrow, the pole above, respectively, hanging two iron ring chain, hanging two horizontal type long sign, they are all firmly set in the stone tower, the left sign reads ? Goddess Peak Ao Mountain Scenic Spot? and the one on the right reads? Misty Falls Cliff Scenic Spot? Oh, at that moment I felt as if we had crossed the bridge and climbed up the mountain, where the famous? Qingfeng Waterfall? Oh!
I rushed towards the bridge to scrutinize. The bridge, it seems to have changed its appearance. Oh, come to think of it, the original bridge is more than a meter wide, paved by the wooden narrow slats, both sides of the bridge, two or three meters of an iron bar, the entire length of the two chains pulled blocked by the top hanging a lot of colorful small triangular flags, want to take pictures on the top, do not dare to lean to the side; now the bridge is also wide, the floor is paved with particularly flat and sturdy, walking on it is very stable, and want to how to pose for photos, in spite of the shoot it, long gone! When the kind of? Wobbling? The feeling of the "wobbly".
The river under the bridge, gurgling water, clear and green, only to see the river bed on both sides of the river, all the exposed large and small stones, the big stones, some even have several cubic meters large, it can be said that the stones covered the entire riverbed, the river is not in a hurry to slow down from the upper reaches of the river down, the river is not wide, clamped in the middle of the exposed stones, meandering shuttle flow, I don't know that this river is the upper reaches of the river or in the middle of the stream, I don't know its source in which the river is the upper reaches of the river or in the middle of the stream? I don't know if that part of the river is upstream or midstream, and I don't know where its source is. That section of the riverbed is also relatively flat, so many younger literary friends, bold are down to the riverbed, standing or sitting on the exposed boulders to leave a beautiful picture, only to see a few literary friends who love photography, but also to play? The only thing I see is a few photography lovers, who are even playing the "long gun and short cannon" function. Effective function, play their own photographic expertise, to the inside of the hillside, under the riverbed, the bridge, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, always feel that the fog in the canyon is so mysterious, so ethereal, so charming, how can not shoot enough, not enough photos ah! I was also greatly infected, happily the beauty of the river, the beauty of the characters, a section of the record, from WeChat sent out, so that our friends to share the fun and enjoyment of the scenery in the rain, so that friends from abroad, bloggers to understand the beauty of our Taibai, the WeChat's special features to the fullest play. At that time the rain gradually no, I simply throw away the umbrella, happy on the bridge dancing? The square dance? The first thing I did was to record the video, and then pass it on to the microcircle. At that moment, I realized that nature is a strange scene, and it's a chance for you to do it. Although due to the weather objective situation, we did not achieve climbing or mountaineering to visit the several well-known scenic spots, but appreciate the Langlang sunny day can not see the fog in the peaks of the scene, the rain let me see the haze in the charm of the strange mountains, share the cozy close contact with the fog, and the kind of reach out to touch the feeling of the thin light fog, I was intoxicated.
About an hour or so, we all held umbrellas to appreciate, intoxicated, leave a photo, send microblogging, all do not mind the trouble of the umbrella, umbrella, until the departure, we are reluctant to part with it!
On the way back to the county, the rain gradually big, the car is driving, the rain washed the window glass, forming a water curtain. Aah! Once? Qingfengxia? Fog picking is over, but I am still in a long time to recall ......
2017 describing the great summer 2The first rain in the small town since the great summer breaks the city of Lin from the muggy air of summer.
The hottest time of the year, when the light index of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau peaks for the year, is also my favorite look of the four seasons on this plateau. The high and low hills are lined up, and in the eyes of the gradually far away, finally dissolved in the tile blue sky. The sky is very low, but very clear, like a sea, cloud shadow floating like a sail, and the sunshine of the diaphanous color of the village. When the wind came, the curving 'terraces surged like a rising tide, and the evergreen coniferous forests sang and danced softly with the wind waves. Some unknown small shrubs and diesel grass, in the higher slopes, densely woven into a green-yellow grassland, the occasional few trees are not high, and sparse sheep as the reflection of the stars in the sky, in the wind glittering.
The heat of summer has not yet completely faded, the air is filled with heavy grass flavor, and the cicadas, in the west of the sunset, the grass lightly misted with a layer of dew. The weather from warm to cool, the heart also quiet, like a deceased, I clearly feel the summer and fall alternation of each pulse and throbbing: the first wind, the first rain, the first yellowed leaves, the first geese returned to the south?
I think I understand autumn, just as he would like to understand me.
The golden wind at first, the first cool white dew, autumn is? The night is as cool as water, and the small fan is as light as a stream of fireflies. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The wind is drunk, the sunlight to the luxuriant mature forest trees dyed playful and charming blonde hair, layers of forests, spikes and harvests, all in the fall under the flowing lapel and peacefully found a home. Wooden leaves fluttering down, red, yellow, purple, like a butterfly dance, in the sunlight refracted bright wings, in the roots of the place gradually spread into a thick layer, some fell in the grass, and the seeds of the dogwood, the field side of the quietly blooming small chrysanthemums together with the silence in the elegant autumn colors. The weeds in the yard are turning yellow, and the ears of red corn and strings of peppers are strung out in long strings of joy. Curtains, nightingales singing, fireflies in the cool night weaving fairy tale-like dreams.
芦花飞白，枫林染赤，秋是? Tears can not be played, red paper for colorless? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. In the time hollowed out by the wooden window panes, the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella in the green stone alleyway is decorated as a bright landscape. Tea as a companion, the flute melodious, in the heat of the tea dense out of endless sorrow, the willow tree has fallen leaves, the remnants of the lotus in the lotus pond printed with the reflection of the willow branch circles, written into an ink painting. Fine rain densely woven diagonally, soaking every inch of skin, but also drenched every soul. Mist covered, the wind moving lamps, thoughts in the eaves of the condensed into a thin line, dribs and drabs, a step in front of the day to day.
Born as a summer flower, go as an autumn leaf. Autumn is? The moon is shining between the pines, and the spring is flowing on the rocks. The realization and transcendence. Not sad, not happy, received the splendor of spring and summer prosperity, but also embraced the spring of the wild and summer of the capricious; witnessed the life from the beginning of the emergence of the robust maturity of the period of all kinds of distress, struggle, disappointment, anxiety, resentment and grief, but also to accommodate their joy, complacency, victory, harvest and praise. The process of life is destined to go from excitement to tranquility, from splendor to blandness. The tree is a thousand zhang high, the leaves return to their roots, and everything will eventually return to the earth and dissolve in that remote and deep brown earth. To this day, you will carry the harvest of life fruit grains, remembering their bitter or sweet, with the falling leaves fade away, buried in the autumn soil, to enjoy the last victory of life, to sing the real song of life!
Outside the window, the rain, still falling.
Listen, he is coming!