Writing He Yilun
I love Luohu, and for many years she has been the center of my heart. Not for anything else, just happy that she: the mountains are green, the water is tantalizingly bright. Nowadays, the screw lake, and how is it? In this fall, I once again into the spiral lake.
The world here is empty and far away, quiet like the time of the morning sun on the cross night. The lake is rich and splendid and calm and vast, from west to east and endless. The distant mountains and fields in which the sun, moon and stars in its full. They **** with the composition of a beautiful picture.
Viewing this scenic, I was completely shocked by her vastness, by her tenderness, by her beauty. Because of this, a thousand thoughts, pay all the words of the heart, favor and shame are forgotten.
I stayed in which, unconsciously remembered the dedication of the builders. They are to change the backward face of the countryside, cut off the Fulcrum River clouds and rain, built a power station here, with today's dangerous shoals out of the flat lake, barren land into the land of fish and rice, and become a standing poetry and wine of the countryside of another monument.
The lake is connected to the peninsula. Peninsula lush green grass, like a thriving teenager closely guarding the lake. Along the lake towards the peninsula, on the way to the endless tourists, there are leisurely walkers, there are called friends with companions, but also squatting or standing or sitting in the lake fishing, each indulged in its own, each have their own fun.
The island Cheng Quan Temple simple and pale face, stone sculpture all over the green dragon and white tiger vivid, especially Tianluo girl statue, sculpted from white marble, gentle as a lotus flower, slightly sad between the eyebrows, but the eyes are calm and firm. Looking up at her, the myth that has been passed down for thousands of years suddenly drifted into the mind:
According to the monument, Shiwa family poverty, fishing in the river, got a snail, thought it was different, raise it, I do not know that it is the snail girl. The snail girl because of its grace, pity for its poor, so incarnation of adults, and married. Shihua's life slowly improves, but the old snail spirit is making trouble in the dangerous river, which makes the people's life unbearable. Miss Tian Luo stepped forward, together with the Green Dragon White Tiger and the battle of wits, through all the difficulties. After, fortunately, the Goddess of Mercy to punish the evil and good, the local residents and Shiwa Square back to peace.
Tianluo girl's story is widely rumored, all the time in Shehong children are not inspired to change the fighting spirit of the world. Today, I stand under her statue, but also can not help but heart pounding, the feelings of reverence arise.
Along the entrance to the right is the water park, built by artificial. There is a pool, foot acres, the pool water is clear and fresh and vast, blue as jewels. Pool outside the pool colorful flags hunting, fountains water flowers in the sky. At this time although into the early fall, but here, the enthusiasm of summer has not faded, every corner of this place, there still seem to be children's laughter filled with clear ears, pool water waves stacked surging, the wind whistling. As you can imagine, in the summer, it must be the ideal paradise.
Roaming in the peninsula, houses, trees, fresh air, such as into the natural bar. Grass at the foot, that piece of green ah, people are happy, and those small groups of flowers, a cluster of a cluster, like a child's smiling face, lovely. The people on the island, every ten steps, dozens of steps can be seen. Tourists, the footsteps are light, each with a fresh mood, face with a smile, while walking and keep shooting. Residents are happy to walk among them. If you're lucky, you can sometimes see a group of women in the soft singing, dancing in a happy square dance.
If you go to the top of the hill, you will see the garden-like Hundred Years Square is absolutely beautiful. There is a mirror like pool, flower beds one next to another layer spread out. Algae in the corner of the pool is vigorously green, green shiny. Flower beds filled with purple, blue, red, and yellow flowers and plants, they are crowded, desperately growing, scrambling to bloom, is so bright, is so delicate, people always want to reach out and touch, go up to sniff, kiss, and full of thought that this time is still spring.
Sunset, climbed the stairs and look out, the autumn wind, half of the mountain, half of the mountain red, sunset and lake water, waterfowl, fish boats to the shore, but also its endless joy. At sunset, I had to leave reluctantly. The stars are changing, the screw lake has shown her most beautiful posture, the heart of this, when the comfort.
On the way back, I suddenly remembered the legend of the snail girl. Nowadays, the sky-rocketing changes in the conch lake, is not the conch girl would rather give up the world of fairy, not afraid of hardship and suffering in the pursuit of can not get? Why is this? Pursued, the difference between the two only stems from: today's politics and benevolence, the people to develop. The first is that it is not possible to get the same thing from the previous generation, but it is possible to get the same thing from the present generation.
About the Author
He Yilun, a native of Shehong, Sichuan, is a member of the Shehong Writers' Association, and has had his work published in the press and media, and has won awards for his essays, and has been published in anthologies.
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