1, look up, after the rain, the green hills, flowers and trees such as washing, everything is fresh, verdant, green flow straight into the heart of the air mixed with the smell of moisture and a mixture of soil and grass, pouncing on the face of the fresh and hot and humid airflow swiftly drilled into the human body. Under the feet, the traces of rainwater washed away jumped out at me, the dirt ground, wet and soft.
2, not far away, a thin water from the middle of the desert slowly flowed through, forming a small curved river, at first glance, as if the crescent moon spring general. 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.
3, look out the window, as thin as a cow hair, small as a needle tip of the rain swinging with the wind, twisting the waist of the silk threads, the 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.
4, cloudy and drizzly. 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.
5, dendrobium flower fragrance floats all over the bamboo building, cactus fence full of flowers, phoenix-tailed bamboo soughing shaking sound, mango reach out and touch, bent 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.
6. Outside was a patch of weeds so yellow that they glowed brightly, the weeds soaked wet with dew, and I stepped on the yellow-stained dew, a beam of slanting sunlight shining next to me, on the ground beyond my body.
7, that the beauty of twilight in a piece of light lit up, from a distance, as if it were a huge painting unfolding, waves of light rippling on it, a group of vivid bright colors glow,
8, Xiaolongxia, located in Shanxian store Township, where the mountains are high and forests are dense, lush vegetation. Mountain stream cliffs, streams and clear water. This mountain granite marble structure mostly, in the stream under the reflection, jagged, sparkling, and contrasting. 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 gullies.
9, the Yellow River turned a corner here, a dam stopping the big river. As born in the city of Xia, long in the city of Xia, every time for the city with "the first dam of the Yellow River in 10,000 miles" and proud, proud of its majestic, proud of the celebrities for its magnificent poem, "look at the three gates, the three gates open, the Yellow River water from the sky," "the Yellow River split the door," "the Yellow River water from the sky," "the Yellow River water split the door, the Yellow River water from the sky," "the Yellow River water split the door, the Yellow River water from the sky. "The yellow water splits the door a thousand thunderbolts, gale miles away from the East China Sea", read it, every time to give birth to a great deal of pride. However, sometimes also feel confused, how much do you know about this famous dam? Shame, shame!
10, the river embankment of the willows, put on a green dress, washed and moisturized by the gentle rain, the more obvious sweet and soft green will be since the lush. In the dust washed away, I can see is in the bright sunshine hidden in the quiet, warm winds charmingly flick, dancing with the young green waist. What I see now is the tip of the drooping willow leaves holding teardrops of rain, the breeze gently, the rain drops rustling down.
11, the rain has not stopped, gently dripping. The whole city is covered in smoke and rain. The boat floats leisurely on the water, and the pavilion with the company; willow trees gently swing dark green hair, and the reflection with the company; green water slowly swings the circle ripples, and the rain with the company.
12, 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.
13, people are walking at a leisurely pace, listening to a song in life, looking at a picture of reality. 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.
14, west of the Lotus Court, scattered with a few games, bumper cars, Ferris wheels, pirate ships, swivel chairs everywhere, every holiday, overcrowded games. 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. All kinds of vendors also gathered here, hard to earn a large sum of money.
15, rain sprinkled on the water surface of the beads, splash, and scattered all over the place, leaving wisps of water vapor, and the morning mist, 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.
16, 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 marvelous landscape, nature is so magical, I secretly marveled.
17, 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. As a cheerful light music, wash away my mortal heart, so that my heart is nothing, where there is dust?
18, walked through the beach side of a rocky road, the scene in front of me HIGH, at that moment, I do not believe their eyes. Ah! Hays Desert. A piece of soft desert show in front of me, 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.
19, 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.
20, diaphanous night curtain, hanging pan, covered with a sky full of stars, decorated with endless gems. 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.
21, raise your eyes, but see the two mountains pinch stand, in the middle of a deep canyon in front of you, winding, stretching away, abrupt stones everywhere, a small stream flowing cheerfully between the cracks in the stone, breaking the silence of the valley.
22, flowing through the bamboo building between the small river quietly flowing, beat the bamboo building thousands of years of ghostly dreams. Walled village a quiet, deep in the bamboo forest, the Dai girls picking water walked by, long tube skirt, with the Ana body swinging 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, spring eternal!
23, misty, heaven and earth a color, the man has gone, its mausoleum is still there. But see the mausoleum on the grass as blue, green trees, forests and trees between the diffuse floating white fog, 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, now on the mound of grass green, sacrificing his life to seek the cause of the matter, the Peach Grove a thousand years to leave a good name".
24, the woods, naturally, a layer of water mist shrouded. The rain fell on the leaves and dripped under the trees, making the air in the woods fresher. Some water droplets flowed down the trunk of the tree all the way to the roots, making the tree as wet as if it had just come out of the water. The raindrops fell on the path between the forests, making the sandy road between the pine forests not muddy 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.
25, downhill, the road on both sides of the rutabaga forest lush, yellow fruit like lanterns full of branches, heavy, almost bent the back of the trees in the waist, in poking out a small head. "Autumn dawn where to find, deep green in the forest", a brow-raising harvest scene, like a painting of heavy makeup, 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 the eyes.
26, reflecting the withering yellow of the decaying grass. There are impatient steps warmly welcome forward, stepping sheepish sound in the wet glowing land resounded, a poet chanted "like the death of a tear?"
27. On the road, my beloved yellow dog followed me intimately from time to time. 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, bright "woof woof ......" barked a few times, breaking the quiet of the mountain road. The quiet of the mountain road is broken. Sometimes it seems to have found something, and then barked and scurried forward.
28. Standing on the ridge, I saw the whole village immersed in smoke and rain. A layer of smoke covered the fields above, 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 is the cloud-covered sky as a backdrop, the gray sky without a trace of color, enveloping the entire world in the smoky rain, making the village seem even more serene.
29, the clear spring in the stream trickling, as a sad mountain song ditty, gently sung between the mountains. The streams clattered and laughed incessantly. The light of the sky and the shadow of the clouds was broken in a dreamy way in the place where the yellowed grass stems meet the water.
30, the entrance to the canyon, there is a delicate door, the door on both sides of the carved chi dragons, want to fly in the air, vivid, "Xiaolong 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 dry old tree, branches and branches, like a flying dragon in the clouds, witnessed this scene, can not help but say great.
31, the rolling hills back to back to the sky. Ridge plum ripe through, a glance can be sour to the bone to go; fall harvest just after the corn forests stand in pieces 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.
32, a beehive on the side of the road, that is the beekeeper in the flower season to release bees, special collection of acacia 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, to take back to cook and smoke, in order to fruit their own belly, enjoy the delicious, those bees but the sweetness of the flowers dedicated to the people.
33, out of 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 the farmers harvest rape joy, I seem to smell the fragrance of rapeseed.
34, the ravine is located near the village of Liujia after Huixing, where the gullies and gullies, flowing water cut into the landscape in the western region of Henan is not rare, however, I only love the acacia flowers blooming here all over the ravine, because of the flowers and like the ravine, a bit of "Love House and the Wu" meaning. Flower fragrance, silk fragrance, flower fragrance stained ravine, the fragrance lingers in the bosom, so secretly named this place for "acacia ditch".
35, rain really lively ah! Rapidly fell into the water, a jump, swung up a small water ripples, and quickly hidden. 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.
36, the sky is always so deep, almost only very 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 flakes paved into a road of prosperity, or in the mountains between a flash of red mahogany, you can clearly see the picture of icebergs and flames mingled.
37, after climbing up the mountainside, the other side is no longer a tantalizing rutabaga, but a pavilion of fir trees. They stood playfully. The fir trees stand uninhibitedly under the boundless sky, the breeze passes by, they seem to be chanting and singing to me, as gentle as possible. The pointed leaves also became soft and feminine and flavorful to my admiring eyes.
38, Zhenwu intersection, People's Park and so on, high lights like yellow sun, shining on the ground everything. Roads are flat and wide; flowers and plants are crowded and smiling; people 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 with the feeling of life and beauty, **** enjoy the peaceful and bright days.
39, 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. In the turquoise, ovate leaflets, the open grinning, the half-open through the shy, and the budding but in silence in the accumulation of sweetness and fragrance.
40, open the window, falling rain sprinkled silently 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, as a light fragrance, feel especially fresh.
41, 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, and how many things have happened in the past and present. 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 precepts of future generations; Laozi crossing the border, writing a book and say a thousand years; Hanguan swinging soldiers, the majestic pass towering locks the main road ......
42, the spring breeze smokes the heart drunkenness, the mountains and the water to enjoy the heart of the quick relief. Canyon, the back is a string of footprints; the front is still a mystery. Valley on both sides of the steep cliffs, boulders mixed, jagged, stepping on the cobblestones, a jump, step forward, next to the slowly flowing cool stream seems to flow in the bottom of the heart.
43, look at the roadside, as much as possible to avoid the occasional person riding through the car, but there is no noise, did not bring any harassment, destruction, the environment is still so elegant, serene. The fine spring rain washed away the dust of the world, washed away all the chaos, so that the world has become peaceful and quiet. Pedestrians on the road walked hurriedly, not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery in the misty rain.
44, I came from the dusk, bathed in flat line, 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.
45, red wild strawberries, a little bit of red among all the green bushes, coaxed the free mind. My eyes quick to stretch out 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 and meditative feeling, lips and teeth overflowing fragrance, lingering in the heart.
46, a huge roar of water flow woke me up, approached to see, happy. The river from the dam not far from the gate 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 stupefied for a while, and suddenly felt that it was in some kind of seaside.
47, a canyon called "Dragon" in this way at 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.
48, 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, 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 erected with modern features. Higher, stronger, more solid to reassure people to live a godlike life.
49, stepping on the small bridge made of bamboo, around the watery 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, then it made the natural green and red, look so delicate. The fine rain is lingering, the whole village is wet, 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.
50. Nearby, the bright green leaves in the tea garden spread all 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 masterpieces, only to organize the 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 shook their heads, eating grass, but also in the "baa baa ... ... ..." shouted, all this, showing a deep tone, into the deep style.
51, Lotus Hill is planted on the tree is also very distinctive, the east and north are mainly pine trees, the west is mainly fruit trees, apricot trees, pear trees, hawthorn trees are 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, little bees, buzzing for honey.
52, after climbing a distance, a piece of 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 admire the natural world of the ghost axe of the creation of God, everything is natural, everything is the true beauty of the natural presentation.
53, the evening sun gradually dissolved by the green, the setting sun cloaked in 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.
54, a dark fragrance floating in the heart. Seek incense and go, a charming ravine in the fragrance of the nose, did not see the ditch scenery, first smelled the sweet sweet flowers, light, very attractive 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 knowledge ravine".
55, thunderclap of the rain blasted the banana bush, the ground soil as if 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.
56, dulled the sword, far away from the drum horn 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, isn't it strange! The two landscapes are perfectly united on both sides of the dam, which is not strange!
57, the highway is about three kilometers long more than, from my house behind the mountain through the mountains, quietly upward, and then inhibited far away. Road head, a slender green bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo and long bamboo and other branches and leaves lightly in the breeze shaking, like a young girl's long hair in the slightest fluttering, poetic temptation of youthful red heart.
58, Idle listening to the rain hit the banana ethereal; listening to the rain hit the banana of the ancient; listening to the rain hit the 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 penetrate the heart of the ancient and simple fragrance came, so that I can not help but indulge in it, haunting.
59, one side of the road is a small mountain, full of green mountain banknote. They are in the embrace of the mountains, to show off their own smile. In the quiet valley, a burst of fresh air into the heart, through the lungs, body and mind, a cool sprinkled 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.
60, the ravine, in fact, is very common, but also very rustic, just because the ditch is dense with the fragrance of acacia gas, a string of white elegant acacia swaying in the ditch in the wind, so so, only to make me and other donkeys are fascinated, such as the appearance of the mountain nun was carefully groomed and dressed up a bit, have a different charm.
61, 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 in this hero, the face of the sun, 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" of the feelings, we can only be solemn respect, worship.
62, a section of the roadside, the groundnut leaves are densely extended arms and legs, angular leaves quite interesting, crisscrossing the long vine growth of dense leaves, clusters crowded together, vibrant. The green is expanding, the touch of 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.
63, 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.
64. Standing on the bamboo building made of scorned bar, the dam's lush greenery came to the bottom of my eyes. Coconut groves chasing green clouds, sugar cane overflowing mellow sweet, 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 Daijia bamboo building.
65, the sky is blue, the canyon is quiet, the mountains run things, good trees, mountain flowers, birds chirping, a return to nature's heat flow straight into the heart, 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.