Mist, like yarn, covers the river. Vaguely the outline of the island, like a mirage, I can't see it clearly.

Hundreds of miles in Changzhou, lying in the middle of the river.

Come closer, come closer. Until the dock. As a result, we seem to be caught in the dream of another world and lost in the vast sandbar.

The tall buildings on the other side of the river are hidden in the mist. Oasis, unobstructed but boundless. On the clean and flat river bank, cars are driving against the wind. Poplar, Shuzhi spread its leaves neatly and slowly retreated. The green grass spread endlessly on the embankment. Cattle and sheep are in twos and threes, walking freely and eating grass on beaches and grass slopes.

Wind, blowing hair tips warmly, air, filtering out impurities, generally seeping into the heart. The fragrance of flowers, grass, earth and cow dung rushed into the window one after another, and we stopped again and again. Eager to take pictures, greedy breathing, comfortable straight want to lie down, want to sing, want to dance a spin, want to sing long poems, want to hang out with my beloved in the spring breeze of the state dike.

Orchards are on both sides of the road. Light green, dark green, lush foliage; Pink, white and red flowers; Cherry is dotted with red and yellow branches like agate, loquat clusters, and thick leaves can't cover up the solid fruit. Breathing deeply the fragrance of flowers, thinking that "the branches of red apricots are spring", "the peach blossoms on the human face set each other off in red" and "the pear blossoms are like spring rain" ... those vivid and vivid scenes are in front of us. The wheat straw died and was full of fruit. Bailizhou, spring flowers and autumn moon every year, poetry and painting are natural and touching.

Wheat! Wheat! In an exclamation, the car came to an abrupt end in the depths of the sea of wheat. What a wave of wheat! The wind is moving, the blue waves are surging, surging, spreading to the horizon and heading for the clouds ... We pounce on the wheat in Bailizhou and the simple poems written on the land. Pinch a full ear of wheat, chew it, chew out thick frankincense, and chew out a heavy golden taste, which is the taste of thyme porridge; Fold a straw to make a flute, and the clear timbre bends around in the undulating wheat waves.

Cross the field and enter the village. Quiet and tidy streets. Open the doors and windows at will, and suddenly a black cat jumped off the windowsill and disappeared into the fiery rose bushes. In the streets, several dogs chased each other, escaped from the owner's backyard, escaped into the Westinghouse, disturbed the excited hens, and led the small white yellow fluffy balls to hide in panic. The uncle who squatted at the door and peeled beans stood up, and Yan Yan smiled at everyone.

Niuniu's home is in the village. Beautiful and rich house, small courtyard with lush flowers and trees, capable and enthusiastic parents, and sweet sugar cane, everyone is amazed. When the dishes were served, my friends were shocked: countless plates and dishes, rare and indistinguishable local dishes, full of color, smell and pleasure. The eyes that have seen the aesthetic fatigue of food are sharp and critical, and there is a strange light for a while. (Giggling) After busy videos, selfies and live broadcasts, everyone started a sumptuous lunch in an atmosphere of great joy.

After dinner and tea, we talk a lot. As we know, Niu Niu's parents planted 20 mu of land and raised countless cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks. In addition to managing the water supply facilities and garbage transfer in the village, they also do odd jobs in their spare time. We also know that Niu Niu, a sunny and self-reliant girl from ordinary farmers, not only teaches and educates people, but also serves as a member of the Youth League Committee. At the same time, she also holds important positions in a number of public welfare organizations, selfless dedication of time, energy and even money. Hard-working and simple parents, beautiful and kind daughters, what a happy and wonderful family! Everyone sincerely admires.

Carrying sugar cane and vegetables prepared by Niu Niu's parents, the group reluctantly left. Although it is rainy, Niu Niu said that the South River Beach must be seen.

Sure enough, the beach of Nanhe River is waiting for us to leave a deep footprint, which is unparalleled in beauty.

This must be God's special love for this Li Bai sandbar. Why did a river of clear water change its course to poetic Yinzhou? Jingjiang River flows, and the south river is beautiful. Looking from a distance, the river bend is connected, and the river beach is alternating with each other, just like an old-fashioned freehand brushwork, with a vigorous and open momentum. Water meets the sky, waves chase the beach, sand white, twists and turns; In the endless south river, a wonderful picture of Danqing ink painting was created.

When you look closely, the soft and slender sand line is round and thick, and the steps are progressive. Meticulous brushwork is generally subtle and distinct. Clean fine sand is like cotton, walking barefoot, soft and comfortable; Or lying down, soft sand touching your face, quietly, as if the murmur of fine sand and the murmur of the south river accompanied the rhythm of the earth's heartbeat; A handful of sand flows through your fingers like uncontrollable time, giving you a wonderful feeling. ...

Rain comes with the wind. The bright and open south river beach is changing rapidly, and it is gradually misty and rainy. The river is silent, and the sandbar is silent forever. How many years, the erosion of wind and waves, the tempering of years, precipitated this boundless sandbar, this exquisite and romantic silver beach.

Driving away, the beach is getting farther and farther away.

When the ferry carried us back to the hustle and bustle of skyscrapers separated by a river, the revolutionary Bailizhou, Bailizhou with red sleeves and Bailizhou, Niuniu's proud hometown, were all fixed in our eyes and in our hearts, just like a fairy tale world with fragrant fruits and dreams in the south of the Yangtze River.