The so-called mountains are long in the sun and the moon.
I was finally intoxicated in the Grand Canyon of Taihang, in this beautiful early winter. The temperature was just right, the sun was good, the sky was blue, the mountains were vast, the springs were flowing, and the scenery was all over the place.
Such a Taihang Mountains, really beautiful intoxicated.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world.
The weather was beautiful and the air visibility was high.
The weather was beautiful and the air visibility was great, and walking through the canyons made the mountains even more impressive.
This is the first time I've dreamed about the mountains, and I've been dreaming about them for a long time, so I looked up and marveled at the mountains, and the mountains.
The car walking on the mountain highway, the driver master driving experience, the car driving speed is not slow but feel very stable, outside the window is the endless Grand Canyon, is the abyss.
Early winter in Taihang beautiful picturesque, like a colorful giant painting, the grass is still not completely withered, red persimmons hanging on the branches of the small lantern, from time to time flashed, fellow travelers said, if you can get off to pick some of the best, but take a closer look at the persimmon tree in the valley, the tree is tall, to pick persimmons fear is not easy it.
To the Grand Canyon must pass through the Taihangping Lake, traveling on the mountain road, often have a sense of dazzle.
The great beauty of Taihang is being marveled at, and suddenly I heard a fellow traveler say, "Look, in front of the Taihang Pinghu to!" Sure enough, I saw a big sign on the side of the road, written on the "Taihangping Lake" a few big words. The driver also reminded everyone that: "the front is the Pinghu, I drive slower, we pay attention to see."
I was staring out the window, and sure enough, the driver's voice just fell, a piece of blue water into the eyes. At first, the water is not too big, the more you go, the more you see the water is broad. But see under the plate road, surrounded by mountains, a flat lake, level as a mirror, water and sky, spectacular.
Where there is water, there are people. Three families, five families, three or two, living along the water, so leisurely and relaxed. Water together, hand in hand into a lake. The mountains get together, hand in hand into a forest, trees get together, hand in hand into a forest. A lake, a mountain, a tree, will support a village.
After winter, the air tastes different. The dust between heaven and earth has settled, and the lake is clearer and clearer. I know that this lake must come from the lofty Taihang, is the gathering of many mountain springs, they must have traveled a long way, and finally gathered here into a lake, nourishing the vast mountains, nourishing the simple mountain people.
This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful lake in the mountains, I took out my cell phone and camera in a hurry, and started to look for the right angle through the car window, I want to bring back such a beautiful scene, and even find a most satisfactory photo as my computer desktop, every day as long as you open the computer, you see this beautiful world.
The car through the flat lake, not far from the entrance to the Grand Canyon.
Getting out of the car and into the mountains, I felt so small. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and then you can see the newest version of the game.
The mountains or slow or fast, according to the mountain walking. Or walk on the stone road, or walk on the cliffs carved out of the trestle. All the way with a cell phone, sat with a camera, shooting, everywhere beautiful, everywhere picture. Such beauty, is the pure beauty of nature, is a rare wild fun. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes.
Water, Taihang Mountain water, fresh and clean. Or slow flow, or speed, or into a stream, or into a waterfall. Two dragons playing pearls, the sun and moon spring, Huanglongtan, JiuLian waterfalls, Bixi, qintai, three steps a scene, five steps a scene, forests and forests, let a person dazzled. Bishui or around, or in front of you, or in high places, or in the distance. Mountain because of the water show, water because of the mountain live. Landscape Taihang, is the spirit of Taihang, is poetic Taihang.
The sun, the sun of the Taihang Mountains, marching, color change, bring the mountains is a mysterious light and shadow. This scenario reminds me of those cool poems of the ancients. In early winter, the leaves are colorful. The reeds open and the irises wither. There is life in the reeds, life in the mountains, life in the streams, life in the waterfalls, life in the ten thousand trees. The cold wind came, they thinned out, difficult to see the former roaring momentum. However, that clear air remains.
I feel that everything in the mountains has its own extraordinary breath, its own breath of fresh air. Those who grow in the mountains above every tree, every grass, every stone, let me rise a difficult to describe the excitement. Especially those who grow on the cliffs and trees, let me be in awe of life. I saw the Grand Canyon of those simple mountain people, set up stalls on the side of the road, peddling their own harvested between the cliffs of the cypress hand pieces, looking at those beautiful patterns and fine annual rings, smelling the natural fragrance of the feelings, can not help but some of the love.
I bought a, a head up, hand can be held, shaped like fairy boots. Warped head has a beautiful spot, simple mountain people with a broken Mandarin introduced me to say, this is the traces left by the tumor, there is a tumor is one of the main characteristics of the cliff cypress. This thing grows on the cliffs, no soil, growth is very slow, do not believe you look at this circle of the wheel, you count, grow so thick to how many years. I slowly counted up, sure enough, a circle, a road, finely arranged, there are fifty or sixty circles it. I hold in my hand, I feel that the heart more a kind of thought, more a memory, about the memory of Taihang Mountain.
The bus walks on the Taihang Heavenly Road, the driver is a scenic area staff, driving all year round, skillful and very skilled. The mountain road is rugged and circling, between the towering Taihang, in the white clouds between the cliffs shuttle. Heavenly road, really a veritable heavenly road. Three or two mountain people, or in the depression, or in the sky road side. Wild persimmons, wild jujube, mountain goods harvest season, on the roof, yard, everywhere a red piece.
Stone houses, slate houses, buildings. Yellow leaves, red leaves, and early winter.
In the glass trestle scenic area, in the sky realm scenic area, the driver specially parked, so that tourists come down to take pictures. Feet on top of the glass trestle, through the transparent glass, eyes down, the foot is the abyss, do not feel a little dizzy. Stop, stand still, to be gradually calmed down the excitement, and then look down, but see the canyon within the stream and various buildings have become very different from the time of arrival. Can not help but once again for the Taihang high, the risk, the show sigh of admiration. In the heavenly realm scenic area, overlooking the canyon, looking back to the road, the entire canyon scenic area as far as the eye can see, at this time, misty clouds, ten thousand ravines, like a fairyland. Each scenic spot, there are simple mountain people peddling local souvenirs, cliff cypress, wild persimmons, wild apples, chicken blood vine ...... service enthusiasm, asking price is not high, authentic dialect, broken Mandarin, everywhere through the mountain people's sincerity. In the Tianjing scenic area, buy boiled corn a, granules golden, chewing the sweetness of Tianjin, I think it is the Taihang local production. In such a place, in the face of such people, I can not not write them, can not not write Taihang.
I and a group of tourists from Taiwan happened to ride in the same car. The first time I saw this, I heard them marveling at the beauty of Taihang, and I was y impressed by it. Asked about Taiwan Alishan, Jade Mountain, replied that the style is completely different, the beauty of the Taihang in the tough, the beauty of the majestic, like the character of the Northern Hanzi. Taiwan's mountains in the beautiful and elegant, is really a side of the people, a side of the humanities to create a side of the landscape. Talk to one of the fifty-something Mr., he said its origin in Jinan, Shandong Province, his grandfather's generation moved to Taiwan, for the year in the residence of Jinan he has always remembered, said still as if it were a family treasure, engraved in the heart of the feeling of the overflowing words. The life cycle, listen carefully, its native accent is vaguely recognizable.
On the road, met a group of Korean tourists, will speak simple Chinese, said hello, and realized that they came from Incheon. On the way, they were equally excited, taking pictures everywhere, apparently, for them, this is a party full of mystery beautiful cave.
I know, in the Grand Canyon of the Taihang Mountains, every day from the whole country and even the world a lot of tourists, they come, go, will be the magnificent scenery of the Taihang Mountains will be brought back to the image of China will be brought back. During the tour, all kinds of stories may happen, and they will bring them back as well. Let their compatriots know, on the same planet, in a little farther away, there are mountains called lofty Taihang, there are valleys called Taihang Grand Canyon, where the scenery is absolutely beautiful, is the encounter in this life can not be missed.
I envy everything in the Grand Canyon.
I experience everything in the encounter, desiring but not possessing, appreciating and then surrendering. I walk through everything, I believe, everything will also be from me to get the memory ......
Write landscape lyric travel essay two: Jiuzhai water rhymeJiuzhaigou, a landscape painting full of spirituality. Enjoying the photos of Jiuzhaigou, evoking my preference for Jiuzhaigou, twice into Jiuzhaigou, different seasons, different landscapes, different feelings. The different scenery and wonders of Jiuzhaigou, the mysterious and holy sea scene, more people want.
When I walk through Jiuzhaigou, every view is a sound and silent dialog, is a kind of eye and heart enjoyment. It's all a combination of movement and stillness. One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time.
Qunhai waterfalls painted a magical landscape painting, Bishan colorful water wrote a masterpiece hanging all over the ravine.
Jiuzhaigou, a colorful, gorgeous and wonderful yaoji jade basin.
Jiuzhaigou, a spotless, natural and pure fairy tale world.
Jiuzhaigou is a pristine, simple, magical and dreamy wonderland.
Jiuzhaigou, the most fascinating, the most moving, the most lyrical, is the water here.
The water in Jiuzhaigou has its own characteristics and a unique personality.
The water is the essence and charm of Jiuzhaigou.
The water in Jiuzhaigou is coated with colors and flashes different colors.
Jiuzhaigou's water, smeared with sea, ripples out of the colorful thousand.
Jiuzhaigou's clear, heavenly water reveals an unrivaled mood.
The image of the water, the water of the strange, in the lake, beach, stream, waterfall seems to rhyme.
The monstrous water of Norilang Waterfall, majestic atmosphere, people feel the sky and down, extremely spectacular. Wide waterfalls, like a silver bead, poured into your eyes, more people's vision sent to the landscape.
108 lakes, 108 mirrors.
Five-colored pools, the essence of Jiuzhai lakes. In the lake, turquoise blue, orange-red, sky blue, olive, colorful changes, colorful, let a person feel the magic, fantasy, colorful Jiuzhaigou.
Drop by drop, the water hides the essence and exudes its own charm.
Pearl by pearl, rolling on the light yellow calcareous of Pearl Beach, is crystal clear.
The sea of five stars, one of the best in Jiuzhaigou. A section of trees shows up under the lake in a variety of postures.
The five-pointed sea, the essence of Jiuzhaigou. A colorful leaves intertwined into a brocade, flame flowing gold.
The color of the lake, clear and colorful, from yellow to green, with different transformations, exclusive Jiuzhaigou.
Jiuzhaigou's water rhythms, constitutes a beautiful music, from which we feel the vastness, depth and wisdom. The epiphany of their own existence, harvesting the value of existence like the landscape.
My understanding of Wuzhen is from the literary giant Mao Dun, who was born in the town of Wuzhen, in several of his masterpieces, "Spring Silkworms", "Autumn Harvest", "Lin's Shop", full of the twentieth century, 20s and 30s of the Jiangnan waterfront life slice of the description of his pen, the crow's nest, the stone bridges, the old streets, the charming scenery of Jiangnan, leaving people with endless yearning.
Wuzhen is located in the Hangzhou-Jiaxing-Huzhou Plain in the northern part of Zhejiang Province, in the center of the Golden Triangle formed by the three major cities of Shanghai, Hangzhou and Suzhou. Known as "China's traditional carnival", Wuzhen is beautiful, quiet, rich, it is set in the poetic Jiangnan on a pearl. Wuzhen is a small town, with weaving rivers, stone bridges, high walls, deep alleys, water pavilions and flying eaves, all presenting a typical water town scene.
Into Wuzhen, first into the eyes of the different forms of stone bridges, hump-like stone bridges lying on the Chexi River, although after thousands of years of vicissitudes, but still stands there, smiling guests, sitting on the stone bridge to meet the face of the wet wind, occasionally three or two dressed in blue cloth, holding a red silk umbrella of the girl, from the side of the passing, green water reflecting the red umbrella, orchids lining the ancient bridge, in a trance! The first thing you need to do is to get into the rainy alley of Daiwangshu.
Gradually over the stone bridge into the stone street, down the street classical Chinese medicine store, look as if the time reversal back hundreds of years ago, rows of green stone houses, a head resting on the turquoise water, a head on the shore, green tile roof, carved along the gallery, the old house has been hundreds of years of wind and rain vicissitudes of life, that the brown carving of the window lattice, it seems to tell the story of that inexhaustible ancient story. Let you can not help but step on the stone road hundreds of years ago, along the tunnel of time to find traces of the past. Carved windows and doors, the vicissitudes of the mottled ancient brick corridors and eaves, all through the strong classical flavor of Jiangnan and the elegance of the people.
The west end of the street, the city of Guanqian Street No. 17 is the former residence of literary giants contradictory, it is in front of Guanqian Street, back against the Yanfeige shopping mall, along the west of Xinhua Road, east of the Lizhi Academy, sitting north to south. An apricot-yellow plaque reads "Dunmao Memorial Hall". This is a building with a width of four rooms, before and after the two, separated by a small, narrow patio of two-story wooden frame of the Qing Dynasty ordinary residence, divided into east and west two units. Inside the living room, natural several, eight immortal table, coffee table chairs, screen strips and paintings, everything, Mr. when the bowl of the meal, also placed on the original dining table, Mr. study is still permeated with curling ink, in addition to later added to the bronze statue. Everything is like when Mr. left. Through a bookish air.
Walking tired, turned into the river teahouse, to a cup of chrysanthemum tea, tea while enjoying the two sides of the carved beams and painted buildings, charming scenery, I dream of Jiangnan, picturesque. Wuzhen's beauty, is visible, is also audible, walking on the stone bridge inadvertently came bursts of wine, look up to see the lantern swinging, wine flag hunting, go in and drink a cup of local Sanbaijiu, light green wine, drink into the throat mellow and long. One side of the water and soil to raise a person, apricot blossom rain of Jiangnan, this temperament of soft rice wine, yellow wine, accompanied by how many of the literati who stayed in this place, wrote down how many popular articles.
The water is swirling, the crow's nest boat shuttle in the blue water, sculling sound bursts, singing a thousand songs. The setting sun is falling into the treetops in the sky, and the veil of dusk is slowly covering the stone bridges and old houses. Early lights, millions of red cages reflecting the red Wuzhen, into the Jiangnan water town at night, sitting on the Wu Peng winding along the river viewing, a cup of wine, a few plates of small dishes unique to Jiangnan, friends get together, talk and laugh. Or take a shot of the night scenery of Jiangnan. Or smell the pipa guzheng play a song, sheep song. Into the countryside of the water town, there is not much luxury, just let you carry more warmth.
Author: Zhang Zhaozhun, pen name: Bauhinia vine, purple gold vine, strangers welcome spring, etc., Linyi, Shandong, now working in the Linshang Bank.