In the evening, in Nanshan. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. Light wind, suddenly feel refreshed, very comfortable. Peak Park, a few visitors, very quiet, occasionally there are a few birdsong, "birdsong mountain is more quiet".
It's summer, the flowers have fallen, except for the pines and cypresses, nothing pleasant. No flowers and no noise, as if outside the world, is a "ghost" word. I stretched up my legs and closed my eyes slightly. Suddenly I realized that I should bring a book, a good book, a quiet place with a book, should be the best place to go. Fascinated suddenly, and remembered that the top of the mountain was originally a temple, Dongyue Emperor Palace. Palace Palace brilliant, hell but Sen people. Hour sick, often to the temple incense, praying, remember my mother had my little soul in front of the case of Dongyue Da Di, and after the frequent wars, the temple collapsed, I do not know that my little soul back no? And I thought, this life is in a hurry, no heart, no lungs, long years, do not understand the red dust, perhaps the soul is not in the shed it.
The sun set in the west, there are clouds, want to rain, the moon will also rise, remembered the ancient poem: "cloud breaks the moon to flower shadow." I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I got up and went down the mountain, still thinking that next time I come, I must bring a good book with me. A book will help me to be wise, to understand, and to make the remaining years of my life more understandable, more fulfilling, and more enjoyable.
The four sides of the blue snail embraces the emerald,
The pavilion sits alone and sends the sunset glory.
The mountain is quieter with the sound of birds chirping,
the flowers and trees are silent and the butterflies fly away;
Dongyue Wei case is nowhere to be found,
the souls can not be traced in their old age.
The wind is blowing in the willow branches and the moon is coming up,
and the rain is falling gently.
The Golden Temple Plaza
In the Golden Temple Plaza to walk. Along the riverbank, the railing shot all over. Willow such as bow, silk tapestry brushing face. To go in, a cobblestone paved path, planted on both sides of the holly, magnolia, pines and cypresses, between a number of stone carvings, painted local historical figures. The square is wide, the ground is paved, glittering. The center has a fountain, face east for the open-air stage, the north corner is equipped with a variety of fitness equipment. What's more, there are several columns of white poles standing tall, the top of the blooming flower-like lamps, bright and shiny, let people look up. This is already a venue for recreation and entertainment, especially when the evening lights are on, there are crowds of people, dancing and singing, and a sense of joy. But every time I walk here, the bottom of my feet will feel the surge, my mind always come back to some of the scenes of the year. When I was small, this is a deep ditch, the ditch stream clear, there is a stone arch bridge, the bridge side of the two or three families living, planting a ditch east of a vegetable field. At the foot of the mountain there is a temple of the Maiden, a series of five brick kilns, the Maiden sits with her eyes closed, quietly enjoying the earthly incense. Every year in February of the lunar calendar, there is a temple fair, the sound of gongs and drums, the god in front of the smoke curls, under the stage crowded. The vicissitudes of time, between the tilt, has become the past. So I felt I was walking in the footsteps of history. I like the history of the road I once walked, perhaps it loaded with the civilization of the past, the thought of feeling full. Thinking of the past, looking in front of me, my heart surged, and I also recited a short poem:
The willow on the riverbank welcomes the wind,
The lamps reflecting the sun are exquisite;
The children in the play are laughing, and the old woman on the corridor is talking about antiques.
The old woman on the corridor is talking about antiques.
The old woman on the corridor is talking about antiques.
Cuiwei ridge ladder a small note
Cuiwei mountain east, along the steep ridge to build a straight to the top of the marble ladder, winding coiled, as a silver dragon to the top of the mountain flying like. Under the ridge was a fertile land, planting food, planting fresh vegetables, people say that this place has a dragon vein. Xinshui River around a large bay, Taiji graphic general, in the past, the river gathered, a pool of water like Sen Sen green, unfathomable, in case of floods, angry waves, shocking. North of the bank there is the Dragon King Temple. The vicissitudes of life, this is now a prosperous area, the streets are wide, high-rise buildings. At the foot of the mountain that piece of fertile land has also built a palace-style sports and fitness center for all, every night, colored lights up, as if into the Yaochi Wonderland. I like to walk here, look at the mountains, look at the water, the mood is very happy.
One day, standing in front of the mountain tree, the ridge stairway completion, reflected in the setting sun, glittering. Gazed at a long time, suddenly realized, suddenly thought, as if there is a silver dragon in front of me, because of the following phrases:
Silver Dragon Jade Que under the Cuiwei,
two wings of the pale trees hang low;
resigned from the emperor's hometown where the habitat,
plowing the clouds and sowing rain Ren'er fly.
Another day, twilight. Cloud faying Ruoxi want rain, water pale Ruoxi smoke, look at this silver dragon like stone stairway is more leaping, running competition, and poetry:
Leap on the lush green four hundred spins,
Jade Palace Golden Que clouds from leisure;
Diffuse twilight residual illumination,
Cold rain drops fall in front of the mountain.
Riverfront Road
In the evening, I suddenly remembered Li Shangyin's "I was not feeling well in the evening, and I drove up to the ancient plains. The sunset is infinitely good, but it's nearly dusk", so, immediately from the book in front of the rise, through the streets and alleys, to the river road to walk. Season is autumn, all things are alive, can also have a feeling of killing. The sun had not yet set, the curved crescent moon floated up from the eastern hills. I have the golden sun that will set in my heart, but also loaded with the moon that is as clear and bright as a small boat. I look down on the world and have mixed feelings. Along the river road continue to walk, see the sun gradually sinking, although there is "nothing to do flowers fall away" feeling, but still feel a passion, so I chanted a poem:
The trees under the Xiaoxiao leaves,
Geese sound the moon half string.
I'd like to thank you for your support, and I'd like to thank you for your support, and I'd like to thank you for your support, and I'd like to thank you for your support, and I'd like to thank you for your support.
The water is gone, the water is gone,
and the mountain is smoky, the mountain is smoky, the mountain is smoky.
I am not sure what to do with this,
I am not sure what to do with this,
I am not sure what to do with this.
The city of Phoenix
In the afternoon, along the street westbound to Phoenix. The river is surrounded by stone dams, double bridges across the bridge, for the wings want to fly like. Along the river pavement, railings and waist, separated by a short street, the buildings are different, towering skyscrapers, there are white clouds. Here was once a deserted, after a building, but the door of the tile house, building low, but now into a prosperous ground. Turning west, facing the river protruding from a battlements of rock jie, concave inward sinking, on which there was a small temple, the Wind Prick Master (ah) Temple, here is also called "Wind Prick Master Battlements". The wind prick master temple is very small, I remember when it is a small pile of rotten bricks, there is no trace of the temple. Wind thorns is a small disease, but the itch is unbearable, wind thorns, it is customary to always in the arms and front and back of the chest with thick ink writing "left blue dragon, right white tiger, before the Zhu Bird, after the Xuanwu" handwriting, and still do not see the effect of the person, the wind thorns in front of the temple to worship the master incense. The wind prick master battlements side of a large bay, summer, flooding, here will become a big whirlpool, black crow mountain firewood into the bay, people jumped naked into the flood to salvage firewood, the shore slope like a small mountain heap up the firewood fished out of the mountain. In those years, firewood is the first priority of daily life, so every flood, people come and go here, Xi Xi brewing, will be like a downtown like a red-hot. Because of this, the battlements were famous in the area. Time progress, the wind spikes disappeared, the small temple collapsed and destroyed, the big bay filled, battlements also built on the building of the small courtyard.
Wandering in the Phoenix City Street, in front of the eyes always flashing the images of those years, then, suddenly have the realization: Daning for the North Qu secluded, historically poor and closed, but now, east of the Dragon Ridge Ladder Road, west of the construction of Phoenix Lixing, the Dragon Phoenix Dance, unprecedented prosperity. Because of a short poem:
Phoenix wings dancing,
Silver Dragon leaping to climb the clouds;
Cangsang ancient and modern appearance,
people and the spirit of the world is auspicious.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the mountain, and how to get to the bottom of the mountain. When I was a kid, I often went here to play with my friends. The wall was still there, but the war was still going on, and the wall was full of artemisia, thorns and thistles, like an old castle that had been abandoned. There was a Buddhist temple, but also just a piece of broken bricks and tiles, surrounded by a piece of wattle and thorns circling the farmland, giving people a sense of the vicissitudes of the age of residual fall. But at that time our young minds do not understand the blossoming and falling of flowers, red dust past, just in the ruins of the wall to find their own fun. Decades past, the floating figure knot is still a pale face is still frozen zone. The year before last, with a few provincial capital to . Experts to visit, see a few Walled Walls collapsed, Walled Corner of the deep hole dug out by grave robbers, no farmland Zhuanghe, Artemisia deep, thorns and thistles. Passed away has passed away, leaving only a trace of coolness in the heart. Standing in the mouth of the walled city, looking down, the market is prosperous, traffic. The footsteps of the times are moving forward.
Another day, climbed Cuiwei Mountain, to the halfway point, stopped to look at the distance, see the floating figure knot "Saga Tianping", "over the sky and overlooking", then, thoughts wandering in space and time, so there is a "floating figure knot nostalgia for the past! "
Lingfeng Tower does not count the years,
Wind and rain into the Kunqian.
Walled with the double city through the battlements,
the top of the Bodhi connected to the western sky;
wolf smoke frequently moved to war,
the abandoned wells and decaying walls rest market place.
Yao Shun's capital city is a desolate place,
and the blooming world is a dream come true.
Climbing the Dragon's Nest
The Dragon's Nest is one of the county's eight ancient scenic spots, located two miles south of the city on the red cliffs. One day in the afternoon, the sun westward, the heat gradually receded, and suddenly got excited, to climb the Dragon's Nest. Highway to the Dragon's Nest hill is extremely steep, thorns and thistles, artemisia grass over the knee, everywhere there are higher than the head of the wild jujube thorns, like a wild dog blocking the way, and from time to time, they will be bitten by the lapel and trouser legs. Yesterday just had a fresh rain, many mud flow mottled, sometimes there is the danger of slipping off. However, I believe that the road is under the feet, I believe that the road in the world is always bumpy and rugged, I believe that life is always advancing on the difficult road, I believe that the great man once said, "Infinite scenery in the dangerous peaks", the heart seems to have faith, the body doubled perseverance. After half an hour of hard work, and finally grabbed a plant of artemisia, foot stomped on the stone can, jumped up to half the height of the stone wall, finally went up. Dragon's Nest at the top of the boulder depression, the dragon leaping, vividly. The bottom of the boulder is an irregular rectangular platform, floating soil indecipherable. The lower part of the boulder is relatively flat, there are inscriptions from the past, a closer look, one is the Dajin years Daning keeper Zhang Ren Pu's a stanza: "Folding flowers with wine to see the Dragon's Nest, openwork jade often spinning Junyan over. In the future, we will be the same guest outside the clouds, but how about the Biza Dragon?" The other one was inscribed by a person in July of Kuihai during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, and it is also a stanza: "Suddenly I heard that there is a dragon's nest in this place, and the Old Lord took the time to try to pass through it. The rainy days will come, and the thunderstorms will rise up to see how it will be." Standing platform look around: the distant mountains winding, Tsui color can be eaten; blue sky, such as washing, haze flying blood; field piece, house point ...... at this time this scene, like a picture in the picture of the people, yi yi refused to leave. So, sit down on the stone platform, want to Huanglong guardian fairy treasure mirror legend.
The fairy returned to the East China Sea,
and the precious mirror is still hanging on the wall;
The clouds are drunk with thousands of autumns across the Xiling Mountain,
and the moon shines on ten thousand houses in Sanchuan River.
How many strange things have happened in the past and present,
leaving the future generations as a laughing stock.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this, it was a very good day for me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Penjia Mountain is shaped like the ancient pen, Dan cliffs, such as columns in the sky, there is a "Wenfeng" reputation. When I was a child, to the mountains to cut firewood, the mountain side of the gully is very deep, called the frozen Ling Gully, even if the hot summer caves have frozen Ling, thirsty to get ice, sitting on the hillside to enjoy the coolness, there is really a god-like valiant and ethereal. At the bottom of the mountain, the Xinshui River comes from the east and gathers a deep dark green pool at the bottom of the cliff, which looks like strong ink for colorful brushes to paint a beautiful picture. This wonderful picture of "embroidery", which has never been painted in history, is now unfolding in front of people's eyes, and their dreams are coming true. Penjieshan winter snow, summer storage ice, hard bone austere, ice heart is always there, "Wenfeng" since the flower of the brush, so many generations of writers sing. I am not a poet, but in the harsh winter view of Penjieshan Qingjunjie elevation, the heart of the oil gave birth to awe, so, the poem to sing:
The peaks of the mountain steep forced cloudy sky,
Dangerous wall rock face vicissitudes of life.
The water is so curved that it floats in the clouds,
The mountain is so clear that it moves in the evening;
The flower is alone and proud of the moon,
The quiet ravine and the empty stream are free from the wind and the cold.
I have seen you in the physical world,
and I have seen you in the physical world,
and I have seen you in the physical world.
This is the first time I've seen this.