1, a section of the roadside, the groundnut leaves are densely extended arms and legs, angular leaves quite interesting, criss-crossed long vines growing dense leaves, clusters crowded together, vibrant. The green is expanding, touching the eye can not help but a burst of comfort, in marveling at the magic and beauty of nature's plants, but also thanks to the sun's selfless gift.
2, the evening sun gradually dissolved by the green, the setting sun wearing a light green bright wedding marvelous, slowly pulling the mountain behind the full moon. Cicada feathers of the moon slid from the roof to the balcony. Tall banana leaves slowly hold up the moon, the moon of Dai Zhai, savoring the green night sky, feeling the vicissitudes of the years. The rainforest is soft and moist, the coconut tree is standing, and the bamboo is full of love. Sitting on the bamboo balcony, laughter whisked away fatigue. At this time, the bamboo building is full of warmth, good luck and happiness.
3, on the road, the beloved yellow dog time before and after, close to follow me. A moment it in the back, stepping lightly, easy and not hard; a moment, it ran in front, put up curious ears, listening to the surrounding movement; a moment, it broke into the branch road, brightly "woof woof ......" barked a few times, breaking the quiet of the mountain road. Sometimes it seems to have found something, and then barked and scurried forward.
4, the spring in the stream trickling, as a sent full of sadness of the mountain song ditty, gently sung between the mountains. The brook clattered and laughed incessantly. The light of the sky and the shadow of the clouds were broken in a dreamy way in the place where the yellowed grass stems meet the water.
5, Xiaolongxia, is located in Shaanxi County store township, where the mountains are high and dense forests, lush vegetation. Mountain stream cliffs, streams and clear water. This mountain granite marble structure is mostly in the stream under the background, jagged rocks, sparkling, and interesting. The township is located in the southeastern part of Shanxian County, belonging to the Qinling Mountain System, the foothills of Banshan Mountain, with overlapping mountains and ravines.
6, Zhenwu intersection, People's Park, etc., high lights like the yellow sun, shining all over the ground. The roads are flat and wide; the flowers and plants are crowded and smiling; the crowds are joyful. The music of the square dance floats in the air, thrilling the hearts of the passing people. The delicate dance in the accompaniment seems like a butterfly flying. Flexible feet, light arms, close-fitting clothes, and colorful colors refract a moving scene in the eyes. People have comfortable smiles on their faces. In the song, in the light, people together with each other infected, feel the harmony of life and beauty, *** enjoy the peaceful and bright days.
7, willow on the embankment, put on a green dress, washed and moisturized by the gentle rain, more sweet and soft tender green will be since the lush green. In the dust washed away, I can see is in the bright sunshine hidden in the quiet, the warm wind charmingly flicked, dancing with the young green waist. Now I see the tips of the drooping willow leaves holding teardrops of raindrops, a gentle breeze, raindrops rustling down.
8, the ravine, in fact, is very ordinary, but also very rustic, just because the ditch is dense with acacia fragrant gas, a string of white elegant acacia swaying in the ditch in the wind, so so that I donkeys and other friends are fascinated, as if the appearance of the mountain nuns were carefully groomed to dress up some of their own a different charm.
9, standing on the bamboo building paved with scorned bar, the dam of the green color comes to the bottom of the eye. Coconut groves chasing green clouds, sugar cane overflowing mellow sweetness, tea wafting fragrance, everywhere is not intoxicating. Everywhere is the dense and reckless green, everywhere is the green of the tidal wave. When you look at the end of the sky and the edge of the earth, you will occasionally see a glimpse of the shadow of the mountains. In the green wave, the shade of the large banyan tree, lush bamboo, fruitful betel nut, decorated with the flavor of the Dai family bamboo building.
10, the highway is about three kilometers long, from my house behind the mountain through the mountains, quietly upward, and then inhibited far away. At the end of the road, a slender green bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo and long bamboo branches and leaves lightly in the breeze, like a young girl's long hair in the slightest flutter, poetic temptation of youthful red heart.
11, after climbing a distance, a rolling mountain range into the eyes, the mountains are shrouded in mist, seemingly mysterious and beautiful. Another small break, the scenery in the eyes of a big change. Look at the mountain, the fog has gradually receded, a mountain shaped like the word "mountain", clear and true in front of the eyes, at this time, we feel closer to the distance between nature, have to sigh at the natural world of the ghost of God's difference in the creation of all natural, everything is natural, everything is the true beauty of the natural presentation.
12, stepping on the bamboo bridge, around the water filled stream, immersed in an ancient dream. The sky was drizzling with misty rain, and I could only hear the sound of the rain falling on the banana, and I could only see the light raindrops, falling on the newly issued green leaves and red flowers, which then made the natural green and red, look so delicate. The fine rain was lingering, the whole village was moistened, this lingering green rain mist, like a layer of light white veil, covering the village of treachery, but also added a few points of mystery to this originally beautiful scenery.
13, red wild strawberries, green bushes point red, coaxed the free state of mind. I quickly outstretched flexible hands, in the strawberry thorns shuttle, busy green. A sweet fruit fell into the pocket. I taste it with my mouth, sweet, unique flavor stimulates the tongue, enjoy this leisurely meditation feeling, lips and teeth overflowing fragrance, lingering in the heart.
14, looking at the roadside, despite the occasional people riding through the car, but there is no noise, did not bring any harassment, destruction, the environment is still so elegant, serene. Fine spring rain for the world to wash the dust, wash away all the chaos, let the world become peaceful and quiet. Pedestrians on the road walked hurriedly, not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery in the misty rain.
15, I came from the dusk, bathed in light, a few threads of warmth like worms into the blood vessels under the skin, along the flow of liquid into my limbs, heart, liver and spleen.
16, open the window, fading rain silently sprinkled on my face, feel gentle lubrication, like applying a thin layer of gold beads cream, moisturizing my skin, soothing still; the breeze gently, like a lover's nostrils blowing on my face, with a faint fragrance, feel especially fresh.
17, the artificial lake, in the dazzling lights, exudes an admirable style. Lights reflected in the water, splendid small town. Water beads crystal clear, in with the current running forward. A tall tree with no branches within a few feet stood, touring the city's flowery appearance from above. The town, with its maiden-like youth, rosy cheeks, and flower-like appearance, attracts the flow of people. People come and go in and out of the brand-new light without restraint, skulking around freely and enjoying the scenery of the small town. At night, bright storefronts one after another, each with their own decorations and unique flavors, stretch out interestingly in the small town.
18, the thundering rain exploded banana bushes, the ground as if the soil with a layer of moisture, reflecting the sun, dazzling. Hiding under the banana tree, looking up at the sunrise, the soft sunshine will be tightly surrounded by me, a burst of warmth surged to the heart. The water droplets on those banana trees, shaking on the verdant leaves, fluttering, falling in the embrace of the land, without a trace, introduced me to a dream of Jiangnan rain and smoke.
19, flowing through the bamboo building between the river quietly flowing, beat the bamboo building thousands of years of dreams. Walled village a quiet, deep in the bamboo forest, the Dai girls picking water walked by, long tube skirt, with the body of Ana swing together. The Dai girls are the sirens of water, and water is the soul of the Dai family. Bamboo building accompanied by water, spring sound droning, adding a leisurely, a kind of elegance, a calm, not to mention the water here, there are bamboo buildings accompanied. Natural harmony, rustic and beautiful bamboo buildings, inherited the tenderness of the water, the spring of eternity!
20, a rising mound of earth into the eyes, in front of a stone monument, engraved with a few large vermilion characters "Kuazu Mausoleum". Mausoleum on the trees, luxuriant, verdant, in the solemn, solemn, but also through a few mysterious, the green of the forest is thick, seems to flow out.
21, a beehive on the side of the road, that is the beekeeper in the flower season to release the bees, special collection of acacia flowers of honey. Seeing a bee calling buzzing in the acacia flowers, I thought of "picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom hard for whom busy" poem. Yes, in the face of the tempting fragrance of the flowers, when I and other so-called human beings are busy picking the lovely acacia flowers, take back to the cooking fumigation, in order to fruit their own stomachs, to enjoy the delicious, but those bees to the sweetness of the flowers dedicated to the people.
22, dendrobium flower fragrance floated all over the bamboo building, cactus fence full of flowers, bamboo soughing shake, mango reach out and touch, bending the branches of the pomelo, knocking on the eaves of the bamboo building. Into the bamboo building, gentle like water Daijia girl will come slowly, sent a cup of glutinous rice tea, gently put the tea down, and then smile sweetly. Colorful tube skirt, fragrant breath, light tea, sweet smile, like a dancing peacock. Walking into the quiet and peaceful bamboo building, there is that sense of past life and present life. This feeling, as if traveling through ancient time and space, waiting for a thousand years, floating between the hearts.
23, the wind whisked, the sand surface to form a wind-scoured ripples, as if the steak. The mountains are green, the water is green, the sand is white, but I am happy. The river beach is scattered with large and small stones, different forms, also like the beach. The river bank, boulders, sand dunes, constitute a wonderful landscape, nature is so magical, I secretly marveled.
24, look up, after the rain, the green hills, flowers and trees such as washing, everything is fresh, verdant, green flow straight in the heart, the air mixed with the smell of moisture and soil and grass mixture, come to the face, fresh and hot airflow quickly into the human body. Under the feet, the traces of the rain washed away jumped out of sight, the dirt ground, wet, soft.
25, raise your eyes, but see the two mountains stand, the center of a deep canyon in front of you, winding, stretching away, abrupt stones everywhere, a small stream flowing happily between the cracks in the stone, breaking the silence of the valley.
26, A loud roar of water woke me up, and I approached to see the joy. () the river from not far away from the dam gates out, all the way to run all the way turbulence, encountered in the middle of the stone stirred up snow-white waves, at that moment, I thought of the Yangtze River, thought of the "waves beat the shore". The river gushed to the shore from time to time, turquoise, turquoise, I was flabbergasted for a while, and suddenly felt that it was in some kind of seaside.
27, outside the window on the uneven fields, the fruitful rape, like the old man, was bent by the years. Falling rain lightly creeping in the field on the yellow rapeseed poles, like that catalyst, aging rapeseed fruit particles full. I seem to see farmers harvesting the joy of rape, I seem to smell the fragrance of rapeseed.
28, the road to the bottom of the ditch, acacia flowers still emit intoxicating fragrance. Not high on the small tree, drooping with a toot, a string of white acacia flowers. Under the green, ovate leaves, the open grinning, the half-open through the shy, and the budding but silently accumulating sweetness and fragrance.
29, the sea flows across the ocean, showing the hero's true colors. The Yellow River, a thousand miles, surging and rushing, the waves roll, to show the true nature of the Yellow River. The Yellow River passes away in the east, flowing through the past and present how many things. History is also like this Yellow River, in this piece of ancient land, rolled up how many names in the history of the "waves". Dayu water, three over the door and do not enter; lips dead teeth cold, the legacy of the ancient warning for future generations; Laozi crossing the border, with a book to say a thousand years; Hanguan swinging soldiers, the majestic passes towering lock the main road ......
30, people walking at a leisurely pace, listening to a song in the life of the song, looking at the reality of a picture. In his mind, Yongchun, a modern version of the "Qingming Shanghe Tu". The flowers and trees in "Dream of the Red Chamber" are not as diverse and elegant as those in the small town; the small town can also be compared with the water and mountains elsewhere. Small town, "clear water, embankment solid, garden beautiful, road smooth, green shore, house beautiful", reputation in the air.
31, the sky blue, canyon quiet, mountain RunZhiRong, good wood shade, mountain flowers, birds chirping, a return to nature's hot flow straight into the chest, the feeling of sound overflowing, difficult to name. The brook is clear and bright, a few pieces of dead leaves floating on it, swirling, still happily flowing forward. Ask the "water" where to get as clear as this, for there is a source of living water, hold a handful of sweet and clear water, a coolness into the bottom of the heart, a sense of relaxation and joy came to life.
32, near, tea garden bright . Green leaves spread over the heart. A tea tree like neat soldiers in formation, valiant demeanor into the field of vision; in the distance, the terraces in layers spread, nature's ghostly hand, only such a masterpiece, only to organize a beautiful idyllic scenery. Luo Guanzhong of the Ming Dynasty said in his poem, "The green hills do not age, and the green water lasts forever." Perhaps for this reason, there are fields with water that still shine brightly, like a mirror revealing a meeting light. The distant mountains, the near hills, and the village houses are clearly revealed. A few cows in the field "moo moo moo ......" bellowing, with the wind, vaguely audible; some sheep shaking their heads, eating grass, but also in the "baa baa ......" shouting, all of which, presenting a deep tone, into the deep elegance.
33, downhill, the road on both sides of the rutabaga groves lush, yellow fruit like lanterns filled with branches, heavy, almost bent the back of the trees, in poking out a small head." Autumn dawn where to find, deep green in the forest", a people smile at the harvest scene, like a painting of heavy make-up, in front of the eyes spitting out the intoxicating fragrance. Many, many green rutabaga forests, the entire hillside like a green ocean, flashing in front of me.
34, the woods, naturally, there is no less than a layer of water mist shrouded. The rain fell on the leaves and dripped under the trees, freshening the air in the woods. Some water droplets flowed down the trunks of the trees all the way to the roots, making the trees as wet as if they had just come out of the water. The raindrops fell on the forest paths, making the sandy paths between the pine forests devoid of any mud at all. Walking on the path, occasionally a few thick tree roots burrowed out of the mud and stopped across the path, and the raindrops on it made it very slippery and slippery, and if you stood on it at that moment it would be very difficult to stand still. From time to time, raindrops fell on my head, and I felt extraordinarily cool.
35, the spring breeze smokes the heart intoxicated, the mountains and the water to enjoy the heart of the quick relief. Canyon, behind is a string of footprints; in front but still a mystery. Valley on both sides of the steep cliffs, boulders, jagged rocks, stepping on the cobblestones, a jump, step forward, next to the slowly flowing cool stream seems to flow in the bottom of the heart.
36, every day gray sky, vertical thin line of rain, drifting hit my window pane. Like that lute woman, luxuriant fingers, strumming the strings, playing pattering sound, such as jumping notes, stringing up the May movement. Like a cheerful light music, wash away my mortal heart, so that my heart is nothing, where there is dust?
37, the sky is always so deep, almost only rarely, the top of the rolling hills will show a few Milky Way. These galaxies in the reflection of the autumn sun, turn into a silver dust paved into a road of prosperity, or in the mountains between a touch of fiery red tasseled flowers, you can clearly see the picture of icebergs and flames mingled.
38, the ravine is located in the village of Huixing Liujia near the village, where the gullies and gullies, running water cut into the landscape in the western region is not rare, but I love this full of acacia flowers in the ravine, because of the flowers and like the ravine, a bit of "Love House and the Wu" meaning. The fragrance of the flowers is light and fragrant, the fragrance of the flowers stained the ravine, the aroma lingers in the bosom, and then secretly named this place "acacia tree ditch".
39, Idle listening to the rain beating banana ethereal; listening to the rain beating banana simple; listening to the rain beating banana murmur, savor, heart and soul are quiet. Idle look at the rain hitting the plantain, such as smoke rain, entangled in the plantain, full of eyes are delicate green, as if to drop like rain drops. Idle taste of that rain on the plantain, the earth's fragrance accompanied by plantain green fragrance, an irresistible can be deep into the heart of the ancient and simple fragrance came, so I can not help but indulge in it, haunting.
40, the beauty of dusk like that in a piece of light up, from a distance, as if it were a huge painting unfolding, waves of light rippling on it, a group of vivid bright colors glowing,
41, the rain has not stopped, gently dripping. The whole city is shrouded in smoke and rain. The boat floats leisurely on the water, with the pavilion as a companion; the willow tree gently swinging dark green hair, with the reflection as a companion; the green water slowly swings up the circle ripples, with the rain and dew as a companion.
42, a canyon called "Dragon" in this way in our feet in order to unfold, walking in the canyon, as if in a careful search for a full of myths and mysteries of nature riddles riddle.
43, in the woods in the dense and up in the mist, we seem to see a sad gas in the curling up. In the face of the long sleep here in the pursuit of the hero, in the face of the ancient heroes who sacrificed their lives to explore the mysteries of nature, in addition to the birth of the "heroes short of breath, children's feelings long," the feelings of the other, we can only be a solemn respect, worship.
44, cloudy, drizzle like silk. Twilight spring, full of verdure as far as the eye can see, the green in the fog, thick, as if you can pinch out the water. The banks of the Yellow River, the cool wind gusts of attack, fluttering clothes, but the line of dozens of donkeys can not brush off the pleasure and enthusiasm, along the green path to the head of the dam, a string of laughter thrown back.
45, diaphanous night curtain, hanging pan, cloth full of stars, adorned with endless jewels. The stars, sparkling; the moon, quiet. The stars shed a piece of colorful light, the moon scattered a piece of silver. The stars, bright and dazzling, glittered in the night, but were not lacking in innocence. The moon scattered silver light, straight into the clear lake. The surface of the lake is flooded with a light silver light, and the wheel of jade disk in the sky, appearing light, fresh, but not lack of brightness. This picture of the star and moon in the clear lake is pure and elegant enough.
46, look out the window, as fine as a cow hair, small as a needle point of the rain swinging with the wind, twisting the silky waist, Brahms dance, from the deep dome of the sky all the way around, and finally kissed with the earth, pouring her tenderness, the soil soaked and fluffy, exuding a faint fragrance of the soil.
47, the wooden bridge, reasonable light, pleasant skeleton, simple wood, in the romantic atmosphere connecting people on both sides of the river." Small bridges, running water, people's homes "can not help but appear in front of the eyes. Only, the bridge is more beautiful, more poetic; the water is more soft, trickling and flowing, lingering and charming; the people are more contemporary, enthusiastically embracing each other, clustered together and erecting a modern character. Higher, stronger, more solid to reassure people to live a godlike life.
48, misty, heaven and earth, a color, the man has gone, its mausoleum still exists. But see the mausoleum on the grass as blue, green trees, forests and trees between the diffuse floating white mist, as in the past when the quartet chased the sun full of bravado, witnessed this scene, can not help but sigh, then contemplated for a moment, improvised a poem, the poem: "remember the heroes of the past chasing the sun line, and now on the mound of grass green, sacrificing their lives to seek the cause of the deed, Peachwood a thousand years to leave a beautiful name".
49, reflecting the yellowing of the decaying grass. There are impatient steps warmly welcome, tread sheepish sound in the wet glowing land resounded, there is a poet chanting "like a drop of tears of death?"
50, the rolling hills stretch back to back to the sky. Ridge plum ripe through, a glance can be sour to the bone; autumn harvest just after the corn forests stand in patches in the black soil, like in the autumn wind and tea, candlelight night talk. On the hillside, the side of the road, the end of the village, a variety of strange grass and trees coincidentally yellow, red, yellow pure, red like fire, the people's hearts are also burned up.
51, standing on the ridge, I saw the whole village immersed in smoke and rain. Above the fields covered with a layer of smoke, misty, as if a large rendering of the ink painting. The houses in the countryside were hidden in the trees, and many of them were covered by the trees, leaving only a roof exposed. Next to the trees was a layer of water mist, adding a touch of wonderland to the village. Above the trees and roofs was a cloud-covered sky as a backdrop, a gray sky without a trace of color, enveloping the entire world in the smoky rain, making the village seem even more peaceful.
52. Not far away, a thin stream of water flowed slowly through the middle of the desert, forming a curved stream that, at first glance, looked as if it were a crescent moon spring. At that moment, we cheered, can not help but be happy, have taken off their shoes, barefoot on the soft sand, a foot nest crookedly printed on the beach, a cozy feeling of relief surged through the body.
53, dulled the sword, far away from the drums and horns clanging. After liberation, the party led the people to build the first dam on the Yellow River, history opened a new page. The majestic dam cut off the river across the sky, the dam on both sides of the two landscapes, the dam is "high gorges out of the lake", the water is calm as a mirror, as if it is a quiet, virtuous woman; outside the dam is another landscape, the river rushes down, as if the rude and uninhibited general, the two landscapes are perfectly unified in the two sides of the dam, is not it strange!
54, after climbing up the hill, the other side is no longer the tantalizing rutabaga, but the pavilion of fir trees. They stand playfully. The fir trees stand uninhibitedly under the boundless sky, the breeze passes by, they seem to be singing to me shallowly, as gentle as possible. The pointed leaves also became soft and feminine and flavorful to my admiring eyes.
55, weeds yellow, I stepped on the yellow weeds, a beam of sunshine on the ground next to me, I and the decaying grass with the sunshine far away from each other.
56. Outside, there is a patch of yellowed and shiny weeds, which are wet with dew, and I step on the yellowed dew, and a beam of slanting sun shines on the ground beside me, beyond my body.
57. It was raining so lively! It fell quickly into the water, jumped, swirled in tiny ripples, and quickly faded away again. So dry, so sharp, so light, as a child, like hide-and-seek, a smile at passers-by, but quickly disappeared. The water under the willow tree was big and swirling, like a lotus flower blooming gracefully.
58, rain sprinkled on the water surface of the beads, splashing, and scattered all over the place, leaving wisps of water vapor, and the morning fog, forming a hazy painting. This haze, enveloping the water, making it all magical, like a shadow that can not be dispersed for a long time. The bridge in the distance, vague; near the pavilion, confusing; all the scenery, curved, like a painting rolled up, flowing into the depths of my memory.
59, the Yellow River turned a corner here, a dam stopping the big river. As born in the city, grew up in the city of Xiaosi people, every time for the city with "the first dam of the Yellow River in 10,000 miles" and proud, proud of its majesty, proud of the celebrities for its magnificent poem, "look at the three gates, the three gates open, the Yellow River water in the sky", "yellow water splitting the door of a thousand voices of thunder, the gale miles away from the East China Sea", read, every time to send out the lofty sentiments of the ten thousand feet to. However, sometimes also feel confused, how much do you know about this famous dam? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
60, on one side of the road is a small mountain, full of green mountain banknote. They are in the embrace of the mountain, to show off the self-satisfied smile. In the quiet valley, a burst of fresh air into the heart, through the lungs, body and mind, a cool sprinkle all over the body. Unknown weeds lively dotted the mountain field, crazy growth, no less than with the mountain bank to compete with the appearance of the breath, show the breath.
61, walking through the beach side of a rocky road, the scene in front of me high stayed, at that moment, I do not believe their eyes. Ah! Hays Desert. A piece of soft desert show in front of us, the desert sporadically exhibit some extremely tenacious, touching grass. Unexpectedly, in the Yellow River beach can see only in the northwest region of the desert landscape. I instinctively rubbed my eyes.
62, a dark fragrance floating in the heart. Seek fragrance and go, a charming ravine fragrance, not see the ditch scenery, first smelled the sweet sweet flowers, light, very tempting kind. Some people say, "smell to know women", I always do not know, smell its fragrance, always know not. Oh! However, here, I was able to do "smell the ravine".
63, Lotus Pavilion west, scattered with a few games, bumper cars, Ferris wheels, pirate ships, swivel chairs everywhere, every holiday, the games are overcrowded. Bumper car field, you hit me, I touch you, laughter after laughter; Ferris wheel site is the most exciting, several people sitting in a group around a pillar, tied up, and then began to turn away, slowly to the top, the head down, the courage to smile, waving their hands; timid can be suffering, hands grasping the handrail, screaming again and again. Various vendors also gathered here, making a big profit.
64, the entrance to the canyon, there is a delicate door, the door on both sides of the carving with chi dragons, want to fly in the air, vivid, "Little Dragon Gorge" a few big words, especially eye-catching. A dragon king temple looms large, inside for the statue of the dragon king, the incense in front of the door. Next to the temple lies a dried up old tree, branches, like a flying dragon in the clouds, witnessed this scene, can not help but say great.
65, Lotus Hill on the tree is also very distinctive, the east and north is mainly pine trees, west is mainly fruit trees, apricot trees, pear trees, hawthorn trees everywhere, scattered, there is a distinctive flavor. The best time is when the flowers bloom in the spring, the hills are full of flowers is an eye-catching, pink apricot, white is pear, hawthorn flowers are small, but the aroma is very strong. More still small bees, buzzing for honey.