Life can get a few encounters that penetrate the soul, in the "grass grows and warblers fly in February, brush the embankment willow drunken spring smoke" in March, as into a painting, I came to the source of the wild mountain village. The wind blew a whistle, a large area of green, "clattering" and pouring out, grass fragrance is particularly intoxicating, winding flat path, standardized and orderly lawn, pavilion, ancient trees, so that the entire source of the wild mountain abundance up. A variety of interesting entertainment facilities, set up in the green lawn, the children's laughter from the seesaw fall down, from the rope bridge floating over, from the high altitude rock climbing shake down. In the burst after burst of silver bell-like children's voices, youth is like a reappearance.
Just in time for the Windmill Festival, the posture of the different windmills in the green grass enchanting, small bridges and flowing water type, garden type, love type ...... hula-hula spinning, turn out a string of incomparable joyful laughter.
A clear lake, the lake wave smoke curls, tourists boat light oars, the shore wind fine willow oblique, this is not exactly people déjà vu "dream water town"? Walking in this side of the manor, poetic trailing.
Flower sea feast
The sunlight is slightly exposed, the source wild mountain village flower sea held a feast. In front of the pavilion, behind the rockery, there is always a touch of spring revealed intentionally or unintentionally.
"The peach is burning." In the peach garden, a large red peach blossom, angry in the season of hope. Inadvertently knocked on the door of spring, petals from the awakening flower bones poking out, tantalizing red adorned with branches, a string of a string, a cluster of clusters, like a red snow, and occasionally a few sparse, but also added a few points of spirituality. Accompanied by the faint smoke from the distant village, the peach forest between the eyes, like a purple haze, hazy boundary between heaven and earth. The wind is gentle, light blue smoke and purple sea of flowers with the wind ripples, the fragrance straight through the heart, really let a person can not distinguish between the real and the real.
Ying warm spring period, and is the cherry blossom rosy, cherry blossom garden, light fragrance, fine micro, fluttering petals, white and flawless, aesthetics through the lightness of spirit; duo ***, the beauty of the clear, with a rhyme with a matter of heart bloom in the branches of spring.
A large area of golden rapeseed flowers, and thousands of bees show love like nobody's business, a rapeseed flowers in the spring light vivid into a sweet smile, the wind blew, rapeseed flowers rustling whisper, swaying ...... gorgeous rapeseed flowers to the people's thoughts, dreams, are tinted with bright colors.
Purple daylilies like a literary woman, quietly spitting fragrance, not to show off, not to worry about the short-lived Shaohua, only the life delivered to the countryside of the most simple springtime, let the tourists shuttled around, stayed in the picture, laughing and showing her distinctive nobility.
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Leaning lightly on the trunk of the tree, raise your head, raise your eyebrows, look at the petals like rain falling gracefully, suddenly born of a delicate heart, silk love soft, romantic feelings, diffuse time.
This side of the good mountains and good water, the pulse of the flowers floating in the clouds.
Nostalgia Theater
This is a place where nostalgia can be stored.
The garden is filled with a strong rural atmosphere, a few ponds, like a few beautiful picture frames set in the source wild mountain village. Countless free tadpoles, dotted in the frame of the water plants, as if a natural ink painting. Fishing and catching fish and shrimp by the gurgling brook, the joys of childhood reappear one by one. In this place that exudes the tranquility and fragrance of the years, enjoy the most primitive recreation brought to us by nature.
A lotus lamp in the water floating in the delicate years, the stars tell an old story of the year. The old bridge, the old water, the old tea house, even the farming tools are old, so many old , strung together a nostalgic note, bring dream seekers Manmu endless flavor. I do not know whether I have been here in a previous life, why all this will be so familiar, familiar like meeting a long-lost deceased, without words will already know, know her yesterday's story, know her recent face, but also know her tomorrow's memories. These props have been withdrawn from the stage of history, more like a classic old movie, black and white, vivid plot, all reflecting a trace of the former farm life.
This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, whether it also hides the most ordinary stories on earth? However, it is this dust-free place, filled with more human smoke, leaving more simple folk feelings. Sit quietly under the light, make a pot of tea, listen to the swallows between the beams play murmur, or hoe in the field, sprinkle a hot sweat, experience a "hoeing day when the afternoon, sweat drops under the soil" hard.
The food is also interesting - the wild taste of the peasant feast. The dishes are all made on the farmhouse stove, with this big stove to make the rice extraordinarily fragrant, steamed rice is strong, soft and tasty. Is such a bowl of rice, served in front of the eyes, can stimulate the most primitive memory of the taste of home. Chongren hemp chicken is essential, braised, stewed, all without exception, tender meat, full of flavor. The most rare is the chicken soup, brings together the fresh, fragrant, clear, drink into the stomach, such as the good mood exists in the world of the heart, that happy as a cloud, floating in the world of the heart, long unwilling to disperse. Especially the tea cans of earth pork soup and tea cans of earth chicken soup are memorable. They first wash the pork or chicken, put into the tea pot, and then bury the tea pot into the remaining fire of the earthen wood stove, using a small fire slowly simmering, not long, the aroma through the doors and windows, floating through the sea of flowers, into the nose of the tourists, the appetite is hard to hook up. Or simply go to the vegetable field to pick green and pollution-free vegetables, fishing a few pure grass-eating fish, catch a few years of old hen, on the one hand, to enjoy the fun of picking, on the other hand, to enjoy the pleasure of cooking. A group of people around the stove, lively and busy, a pot of fragrant and overflowing meal is soon ready.
Wandering through the natural scenery of Yuan Ye Mountain Resort, any unintentional moment will make you fall into distant memories, and let you immerse yourself in the past and nostalgic feelings of the past. Such a time, simple but rhythmic, flavor but not enchanting.
(The author unit: Jiangxi Province Fuzhou City, Chongren County, Jiang Chong experimental elementary school)