Spring rain has not yet reached, the valley floor of the Bridge River is now a stream, the river is warm, sickly flow to the direction of the creek bottom.
Jitterbug on that waterfall video road turns the head of the stream suddenly see. A hundred meters away, a white train hanging on the mountainside, the sound of clattering gradually into the ears.
The white train gradually clear up, grow up in front of you.
At this moment, I was only dumbfounded, dumbfounded. This is my long imagined countless times, and can not change the brand in the brain.
Oh, come to think of it, this brand is the hour language textbook Mr. Zhu Ziqing's piece of "Plum Rain Pool". Decades ago, but still memorize the export:
And the waterfall also seems to be exceptionally loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several locks of size; not a neat and smooth cloth. There are many angles on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact, and then it splashes like a jewel. That splash of water, crystal and more mango; far away, like a small white plum, rain like have fallen ......
"Plum Rain Pool" of the beautiful text is also in front of the waterfall on the vivid description.
And I vaguely feel that the waterfall in the "Plum Rain Pool" seems to be Sven some.
The power station waterfall in front of me is wrapped in a few wild gas.
It is not a natural waterfall, it is a hydroelectric power station does not generate power and cut off the formation of waterfalls.
And this practice waterfall is very natural, tame water finally found its breakthrough. It is no longer suppressed, it is spontaneous, it is a brain pouring waves downstream.
It is on the tip of the mountain to get the most wild release.
The water splashes and jumps recklessly, strife popped into a few locks, never return. At a glance, the passion and the mountain rock gaps lyric, spirituality and the solanaceous grass and trees entangled, and then decided to ruthless, and then no half stop, ink into a volume of thick ink ancient paintings.
Ancient paintings are written and sound, and do not make half a point of hesitation, not a trace of artifice, by the invisible master rolled up a thousand piles of snow.
A little skimming a meal, frost and snow on the old road, the hook moon and autumn, without any constraints, but also on the paper.
All I can say is that the highest power of nature is simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple, simple.
Li Bai's "Chivalry" in the poem do not need to repeat the analysis:
? The Zhao guest Aman Hu tassel, Wu hook frost and snow bright.
? The silver saddle shines on the white horse, soughing like a shooting star.
? The first step is to kill a man at ten steps, and the second step is to leave no one behind.
? The first thing you need to do is to go away, and hide your body and name.
And this white practice and favor the flavor of the world, the lower diarrhea momentum boom boom, line into a cool moist wind.
The wind blowing with love, it is difficult to find, the water mist light River, if it is away. Its slight breath, inadvertently ruffled the heartstrings. This is a needless to say the mesmerizing eyes, straight called people can not refuse.
So, the waterfall flower dense, fog skirt lightly flick, the footsteps will be enchanted, can no longer move. The veil is slender, the water mist is speechless, the cheeks will be caressed by the fondle, the skin for a tremor.
The waterfall of the language, whispering low, so that the April Bridge Valley hot wind is no longer.
At this moment, people waterfalls blend together, the heart of the joy in the depths of the mountain Mangmang broken a ground.
The waterfall difference is estimated at forty meters, it is a diarrhea to the bottom, and some of the rocks through the air, rolled up a thousand piles of snow situation. From then on, it put away the unruly style of painting, nature immediately become introverted and supple, and then twisted waist, around the abrupt rocks, hand bridge river, all the way to the west and go.
It did not form a deep pool, and there is no pool side of that a pavilion. The deep bosom of the reckless mountains, but never affect its charming style.
The infinite scenery in the dangerous peaks.
I can only say that the waterfall of the flying words, waterfall of the wind and shadow, waterfall of the fragrance, waterfall is not refused, is a rainbow in the countryside of the stone screen.
This rainbow waterfall is also an eye.
This eye and the eye of the people addicted to the great beauty of the mountains and waters of the warmth of the conversation. The mountains speak in silence, and the infinite power of the mountains is spoken by this eye.
The waterfall is a waterfall, and people are reborn.
I don't know if it's right to be reborn, but I do know that there is a sense of rebirth in the waterfall.
Around the waterfall, it has long been a human landscape.
Vehicles, tents, shooting scenes; picnic, barbecue, fireworks.
By the waterfall is a flat field, a group of male and female dancers simply bring a high-power broadcasting and singing speakers. Dancers in a large circle, square dance, disco, tango, social dance, to release their emotions. The music is so high that it even overpowers the sound of the waterfall's cascade.
The waterfall and the streams and rivers met, and the water flowed up. Water is always a fatal attraction. The urchins do not have the adult's reserve, long forgotten in the river. They can't stop for a moment, making noise, accepting the world's love for them, and turning over, looking for decades of childhood memories among the rocks.
The river frogs in the river began to love the song as if no one else, the mountain cuckoo has been happy to sing. The sound of the waterfall is all about the waterfall.
One end is the sound of nature, and the other is the fireworks. This waterfall and the fireworks of the world tacitly abide by each other, and compose a harmonious poem rhyme.
? 2020.04.19