The evening sun put away the last glow, the night gradually came, I strolled in the Qingxi River.
Qingxi River, the ancient river, and now like a young girl after makeup, people really feel her youth, charming, natural. The meandering river on both sides, staggered distribution of different shapes, ancient buildings. During the period, there are pavilions for people to rest, and pleasing flowers, plants, bamboo forests, but also the colorful lights dotted between them, showing the prosperity and romance of the city.
The willows along the embankment, under the blowing of the breeze, the gesture of stretching the waist, rolled and shook, adding a graceful and elegant beauty of the Qingxi River. On the promenade along the bank, carving poets from ancient and modern times praising Chizhou, this kind of "people because of the scenery and the spirit of the scenery because of the people and the name of the heavy" cultural atmosphere, so that the Qingxi River is full of poetry ......
Xingji Bridge is an old bridge on the Qingxi River. Over the centuries, it overlooks the river gurgling, endless, witnessing the vicissitudes of the Qingxi River, at the moment a neon light like a string of colored beads, inlaid in each curved holes on the bridge, the bridge railings, piers decorated, in the light of the reflection, brilliant, the bridge projected in the clear river water, the bridge, the water intimately snuggled together, people walking on the bridge, as if through the dream of the rainbow... ...
Step by step, the scenery is reflected, harmonious and romantic, full of glory. Look, the river surface ripples, golden light, fish can not help the temptation of the beautiful night scenery, in the clear water of the river to swim around happily. Some get together, like a couple like murmuring; there is that dazzling sitting on the bank of the hill, the shape of the mountain, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple seven-color lights, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain extension, reflecting the whole hill like a bright pearl, reflecting the flowers, grass shyly smiling red face; reflecting the small trees coyly pan green. The small bushes are tender and green, and the beauty is so intoxicating that a curtain of waterfalls pouring down from the mountainside, drifting leisurely into the Qingxi River, and the reflection of the mountain in the river, combined with the static and dynamic, interesting, and brilliant lights.
The wind is blowing and the moon is hazy. Listen to the melodious and joyful sound of the piano, from not far away from the soft drifting, moments, the air everywhere diffused with joy, detailed and romantic atmosphere, which infected every visitor, they seem to catch the fleeting sound of the piano, so that it is fixed in this mythological coziness. This breath and the shore of the scenery into one, so that the prosperous, dazzling to elegant, poetic, this scene should only be on the sky, how can the fairyland fall into the mortal world, no wonder people forget to linger, enjoy the tranquility, swimming in this fairy tale-like mood. Heh! The river is a beautiful river, and you are the pride of the people of Chizhou.
Quietly, the night is deep, gently, I'm gone, I want to this fairy tale into the mind, into the dream ......
Qingxi River Essay Essay 2Two years ago, I came to the city alone. I was busy working during the day and had no time to feel the loneliness of being alone in a foreign land, and at night, the feeling of coldness gathered in my heart. At this time of the Qingxi River, the lights are confused, and the water surface is flooded with waves. These days, the banks of the river always have my thin figure, in this place to find a place for their own soul.
This is the reason why I walk in it, in fact, it is also a kind of aimless walking. Borrowing light, emanating thoughts, can be sky-high, so that the thinking of the wild horse galloped thousands of miles, but also do not want to think about anything, and pass off the day down the spare time. Without the nagging of the family on the side, life all of a sudden quiet and a lot of empty, tense rhythm of life all of a sudden become soothing, so that people can not adapt to, this is not, the side of the Qingxi River, which became my day down must stay a moment of the place to go.
The night market here is known as the city's landscape business card, along the Qingxi River, subjected to a pleasant breeze, look at the sparkling water, let the ear or slow or urgent music rise and fall, and greeted the opposite side of the handsome girls, trying to smooth out the day down the fluctuations of inner emotions. Coming to a new working environment makes the original familiar field become abrupt and rusty, and the original feeling of friendly `interpersonal communication is also a little less mellow. Every day there is a new content and new feelings, strolling along the river, re-chewing the day's life, and gradually feel a burst of relaxation, the raw memory began to flow like juice as very smooth all over the body.
A year later, I became a permanent resident here, Qingxi River is still an indispensable carrier of my emotional attachment. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've been to a place where I've had a good time. Compared with the city, this place is particularly quiet, from the KTV not far away from the sound of the aftermath, and a bit of starlight, more and more show the elegance of this long and narrow strip of land and silence. Toward a different direction, or can meet three or five companion figures, or nodding and whispering, or let loose a laugh, or stare at the eyes. There are grandparents and grandchildren of rosy days, there are passionate couples of tender guffaws, there are new friends and old acquaintances of the sea and the sky. Along the river and down, through the hundred teeth tower around the back of the flow through, reflected in the hundred teeth of the bridge in the oblique shadow, slow help riverside willow branches, sitting on the soft lawn, and family kan up the past life, from time to time heard a burst of laughter from the not too far away from the drift.
The coziness of walking along the river is perceived from within. A person walking alone, often two feet wind, from time to time to turn his face to quickly glance at the reflection of the river on the other side of the river, high-rise buildings reflecting the light, some of the strange and bizarre. Willow tree tops from time to time there are three or two night anglers, look at them that look of concentration, can not help but unconsciously raise their feet lightly, for fear of scaring away the bait next to the fish, disturbing their excitement. But I also heard that night fishing is mostly for fishing, and can not help but feel a hint of regret for those who are still in the fun of fishing.
Across the street from the elderly couple, while strolling and talking about family matters, even if they pass by, there is no sense of avoidance, seemingly ignoring my presence. Perhaps in their opinion, it wouldn't hurt for everyone to know what they were talking about. But I always have all sorts of concerns, and family chat, every encounter with the night tourists come, will subconsciously lower the decibel, limited to their own hear what is said.
The Qingxi River is the birthplace of this ancient city, my existence, but her life trajectory of a comma. This comma, so that she has a touch of human origin, more than a human feeling humble piety.
Coincidentally, the painting friend Hua Xiang's father Xu Lao, once in Guizhi street met me, patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Chengcheng, you are not often told me want to think of Qingxi River tour? It's just that I'm free to accompany you tomorrow, I'm more familiar with the place."
Early in the morning, I couldn't wait to pack up my sketchbook, camera, and other things, and hurriedly rushed to Xu Lao's house, where we hurriedly boarded a bus bound for Taopi. The fog was so thick that the entire city of Chihuahua was filled with a thick cotton wool-like fog. The buildings lined up like a mirage appear and disappear, the tall TV tower and the towering Xiushanmen City Tower are vaguely recognizable. Bus traveling in the fog, Pingtian Lake, Qishan victory one by one, such as the exposure of the film, but also the real and the illusion of the window swept past. I greedily browse the fantastic scenery, while listening to the talkative Xu old man gushing about Li Bai tour of Qiupu, invited Shimen Gao Mingshi Gao Ji, in the river Zushi drinking poetry ...... Speaking, speaking, not long before the car to Taopi station, we get off and walk straight to a ferry in front of the stone dam, raised his eyes and looked at, only to see the broad, level as a mirror of the The river is reflected in the shadow of the mountains and green trees covered with red walls and yellow tiles. Xu pointed to the shadow of the distant mountains, said: "That is the Wanluo Mountain, the temple below is called the Pearl Temple, to tell the truth, there are some origins it!" Not far away in the green bushes covered in the farmhouse, smoke curls, mixed with the fog steaming in the Qingxi River, from time to time came to drive the cattle baby yelling, accompanied by the sound of the horn of the car far away, the village women raccoon batting sound, sound intoxicating ......
Qingxi River in the gradually dispersing fog is like a meandering band of alabaster, and the river is a very beautiful, but the river is also a very beautiful, and it's not a big place. Through the smoky willow bushes, clanking, clanking. Opposite the Wanluo Mountain, as if the shy bride was lifted off the hood, gradually showing her pretty face. Qingxi River, Wanluo Mountain snuggled up to each other, bathed in the rising morning sun.
"Hey! Two old brothers, do you want to go on my platoon to Jiang Zushi?" At this time, from the bushes out of a front end of the upturned U-jacket row to, row head stood in a waisted small green flower shirt village girl, short hair cut back, revealing the dark round face, chest hanging a fuchsia pocket cell phone, along with the row of swaying flashing and flickering and swaying. High pulled up the pants leg, rolled up both sleeves, a sharp dress, showing a few points of the unique peasant girl shrewd and capable. In a moment, the row has reached the shore, we went up to sit on the prepared small bamboo chair. Just see her hand holding a bamboo pole, will be the end of the pole head point to the shore of the stone dam, row will obediently speed away. Penny on both sides of the row up and down, left and right constantly fluttering, in the clear as a mirror on the surface of the river, such as dragonflies pointing at the water to pull out a road of bright crystal fish scale-like water sheet. Suddenly, a group of wild ducks from the willow bushes were startled and chirped, fluttering and flying all the way across the river. At once, we were shocked by this sudden scene from the chair stood up, "Mo Hei (scared), Mo Hei (scared) you city people are timid," the village girl could not help but "giggle a little," laughed out. Hurriedly turned around the head of the pole as a paddle paddle up, the water is clearly very deep, a pole can not hit the bottom. Village girl is very bright, generous, she is holding up the Penny side and we talk to: "Now the government based on the development and utilization of tourism resources on both sides of the Qingxi River, engaged in the bamboo rafting, so that we have added a considerable amount of additional side income, the environment has also been well improved. You see, everywhere is not green mountains and green water, and then speak of our rural areas now light, cooking with biogas, wash your face and bathe with solar energy, tap water to the water tank side, see a doctor with medical insurance, that is, in the future the old, there is a pension it! ......" words from time to time exudes a cozy smile.
The water is getting deeper and deeper, nearly dark green, traveling to the corner suddenly appeared a huge wall of cliffs, the top of the cliffs of ancient trees, cliffs, the foot of the green moss shade, quiet. I think this is Jiang Zu Shi it! Just thinking, the village girl has been close to the foot of the cliff row, said the sound of the arrival, the row will be set, Xu Lao and I do not wait for the row to stop steadily, then hurriedly jumped ashore, a head into the bushes, to the cliff wall to explore the remains of the stone carvings. Fortunately, Xu Lao came here some years ago, not much longer in a moss-covered cliffs, found traces of stone carvings, we carefully rubbed off the moss on the stone carvings, we recognized on the one hand, "people walking in the mirror, bird crossing the screen in the clear brook, clear my heart, the color of the water is different from all the water, ask the Xin'anjiang River, the bottom of the see how so? ......" and think of the year when Li Bai traveled through the Qingxi River, climbed to the river ancestor stone, talent stirring, the scene of the lyrics of the scene. However, time has passed more than a thousand years, things are not the same, leaving only the old tree pale cliffs, a thousand years of poetry.
"Luo sister yoho good dress, Qing brother yoho you do not busy walking, lending you a copper mirror to make up a yo"...... from not far away from the support of a number of bamboo rows, rows on the head of a colorful blue and white short dress dressed in the village nuns, holding up bamboo rows all the way to sing, straight towards the Jiang Zu Shi, the row sitting on a pair of red men, men and women, the pair of red men and women, the pair of red men, the pair of red men, the pair of red men and women. Row sitting on a pair of red men and women, they hit each other on the water, while holding a camera "click, click, click" on the shutter greedily photographed the scenery on both sides of the river, listening to the village nuns of the song, and from time to time burst out bursts of laughter.
"Qingxi tower old lifting a matchmaking yo, the sky is falling apart, not separated"...... the village girls on our row echoed the distant song, swinging on the Qingxi River. Along with the song, a crisp cell phone ringing, the village girl with one hand standing Penny, a hand holding the chest of the phone, face from time to time ripples out of the cheerful look, turned apologetic face to us, said: "two big brothers, really sorry, fast on the row, there are a lot of tourists over there waiting for me!" Xu Lao and I only had to get on the row, the row drifted towards the center of the river, the Penny was in her hands left and right, paddling the water, splashing the water in the sunlight flashed a string of diamond-like brilliant points of light.
"Luo sister yo ho well dressed, Qing brother yo you don't busy go" ...... clear and distant song, red men and women's laughter, accompanied by the sound of the Penny striking the water, stirring on both sides of the Qingxi River, Qingxi River ancient and poetic river, let me The old and poetic river, let me intoxicated ......
Qingxi River Essay Essay 4After dinner along the Qingxi River will walk, which has become a habit of mine. The night shrouded, Qingxi River willow, the river under the moonlight seems very quiet, the breeze, rippling with clear ripples, the river on both sides of the willow gently swaying, together with the moon shadow fluttering and moving. Bathed in a silver dress, the wind blowing my face, brushing my long flowing hair, willow leaves clattering around my ears, the dark night under the hazy moonlight everything seems so charming, soothing, so that people are almost intoxicated. I took a deep breath, the night air with the unique breath, let a person's mood relaxed, the spirit of a revitalized.
At the lake, not many people fishing, playing music, singing, dancing, practicing Tai Chi, but a lot of people, I'm not a person who likes to get together, those who have a lot of places, I tend to go less. According to my preference, go to the lake, in order to enjoy the lake, the vintage pavilions and promenades. There are a lot of pavilions built here, with stone tables and benches, where you can bring wine and food, sit there and drink slowly, and at the same time read books and essays, and sing lowly. I have fantasized about it several times, and every time I feel so poetic. May I ask which five-star hotel under the sky has such a good air, grass and flowers, birds and mountain environment, can give us this kind of casual, refreshing and open-minded? And all this is free. I often think, far away from the literary friends came, I must be here to entertain them, they do not know how happy it will be.
I walked across the Huijing Bridge, only to see the front of the antique pavilion and the promenade, has long been a dense wall of people surrounded by a small field. Curiosity drove me to make enough strength to squeeze into the wall of people, only to see more than half a hundred of the two women, one dressed in a red Tang suit, a white dress, is holding a microphone, tastefully sang the "husband and wife to see the lights" of the Huangmei opera excerpts: "...... fat man came to see the lights, he squeezed sweaty. The thin man came to see the lamp, he squeezed into a handful of tendons ...... "Beside them, I do not know who brought the small speakers from home, is with the dong dong ding ding dong gongs and drums and melodious and pleasant gaohu for them to accompany the music. Although their voices are no longer as clear and melodious as those of young women, their bodies, eyes and voices are not inferior to those of professional actors. Particularly they are in a say a sing, raise their hands and feet, the kind of calm confidence shown, the kind of rate of simplicity, as well as written on the face of the kind of fulfillment, so that the whole field inside and outside the men and women, are immersed in a faction of the happy happy Tao Tao scene.
I squeezed out of the wall of people, want to go to the opposite side to see a lively, but only approached the small square outside the pavilion, I was immediately attracted by the elegant melody of the dance music: here is another side of the world! I saw men and women, young and old, holding their invited dance partners, twisting their soft or heavy limbs, walking lightly or clumsily, forgetting to be in the middle of the dance melody. Slowly, the original stand aside to watch the people, also happy to join in. So, more and more people dancing, even the river is also in this wonderful melody fluctuation, the river surface ripples.
I stood under the weeping willow, looking up at the moonlight, which is silent and beautiful, serene and lovely, calm and gentle. Then look down at the river, the moonlight sprinkled on the river, with the flow of water, undulation, as if a milky white silk in the river meandering fluttering. Willow trees on both sides of the river reflected in the river, but also for the river to add a few points of beauty and spirit. I bent down to pick up a stone into the river, the river surface ripples, fish scales. So beautiful, so beautiful; moonlight walk can cultivate sentiment, the beauty of the Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River and Moonlit Night" reminds me of "the river and the sky, no dust, bright air lonely moon wheel" feelings.
Qingxi River, which adds infinite cultural, spiritual and divine energy to Chizhou. It is a clear spring in this fickle world! It not only moisturizes and decorates its own world and life, but also makes the world of all people become bright and clear!
The egret is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful of all birds. They have a beautiful, elegant, slender neck, slender beak, and slender legs, and even the toes are slender. And that white as snow feathers, more let them in the green mountains and blue water between the long aura. Not to mention that they are in the breeding season, will magically grow long decorative wedding feathers, that is, the flow and the style of love, just to win the hearts of couples.
Two orioles in the green willow, a line of egrets in the sky. This is the only line, in love with the egret in love with the poem.
The egret is really a poem, a rhyme in the bones of the prose of the poem: the snow-white straw raincoat, the whole body of the streamlined structure, the iron color of the long beak, the green feet, increase a minute is too long, reduce a minute is too short, one of the vegetarian one is too white, one of the Dai is too black.
I thought that the egrets in my hometown had already moved with the fall, but unexpectedly, when I passed by the rocky bay under the bridge of Zhaojiaba, a bright white shadow dazzled my eyes.
The rocky stone is a bare beach in the watershed of the Qingxi River. The river flows quietly over the rocks, and the gravel is strewn under the dry weeds.
It was there with its back to me.
It was there, with its back to me. The small head was bent like a bow, the oval body was just the right amount of solemnity, the long foot rested in a shallow puddle, and the other foot was closed under the belly and hesitated to move.
I don't know if it is in the puddle waiting for fish, or thinking about what.
Suddenly, its long beak pierced the calm of the puddle. One time, another time, but nothing came out of the long beak. I couldn't help but take two steps closer. Perhaps frightened, it looked back to see, long feet to step away, a moment, its two feet straight back, wide wings frequently drumming, has been flying away.
Under the lush green bamboo is the home of friends. I can't help but mention the egret again during the warm family dinner. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
I was slightly surprised. So many? But didn't I say that the birds are hard to see because of the environmental damage over the years?
Haha, you're rehashing the old calendar again.
This is the first time I've seen this.
Early winter in the dry field under the point of wheat has not yet grown, the paddy field is still wet, shallow wave overflow, there is a party of small water mirror, reflecting a white bird fairy. They or groups of three or five, parked in the field to enjoy the winter scenery; or only shadow alone, perched on a person high tree looking back at the spring.
I asked my friend, they do not fly south for the winter?
I asked my friend if they don't fly south for the winter, and he said some of them didn't fly away last winter.
I asked my friend if they don't fly south for the winter.
My friend said that some of them didn't fly away last winter.
I laughed and said, "That's great, it's become an open-air park.
My friend also laughed, yes. Although they stole some of my fish, but I still love them. The fish and the egrets, I would like to have both!
We both laughed. The eavesdropping elves, however, did not say anything, still parked in the silence of the small trees, mirror frame on the field, as white-haired ginger fisherman straight beak seeking fish, leisurely.