The boat slowly left the ferry.

The mist is like a veil, covering the river.

The shadow is the outline of the island, appearing like a mirage and cannot be seen clearly.

A hundred miles long, Changzhou lies in the middle of the river.

Approach, approach again.

Until, dock.

So, we seemed to have fallen into a dream of another world, lost on the vast sandbank.

Numerous tall buildings are hidden on the other side of the river by the misty mist.

An oasis, unobstructed yet boundless.

On the clean and flat river embankment, cars ride in the wind.

The white poplars spread their branches and spread their leaves neatly and slowly retreated.

Fragrant grass spreads endlessly along the river embankment.

Cattle and sheep in twos and threes roam freely on the grassy slopes of the beach, eating grass.

The wind tickles the hair tips warmly, and the air, filtered out of impurities, enters the lungs.

The fragrance of flowers, the sweetness of grass, the fragrance of soil, and the mellow fragrance of cow dung rushed through the car window, so we stopped and stopped over and over again.

I want to take pictures eagerly, breathe greedily, want to lie down comfortably, want to sing, want to do a spinning dance, want to recite a long poem, want to hang out with my beloved and wander in the spring breeze of the embankment.

Pieces of orchards stretch on both sides of the road.

Light green, dark green, verdant leaves; pink, white, red flowers; cherries as red and yellow as agate dotted on the branches, loquats in bunches, the thick leaves cannot hide the strong fruits.

Breathe deeply in the fragrance of flowers, thinking about "spring on the branches of red apricots", "human faces and peach blossoms complementing each other", "spring rain on pear blossoms"...these vivid and vivid scenes with bright colors appear before your eyes.

The fragrance gradually fades away, and the branches are full of fruits.

Bailizhou, in the spring flowers and autumn moons year after year, the poems and paintings are natural and touching.

Wheat, wheat!

Amidst the exclamations, the car suddenly stopped in the depths of the sea of ??wheat.

What a rolling wave of wheat!

The wind is blowing, the blue waves are turbulent, surging, spreading to the horizon, and heading towards the clouds... We pounce on the wheat in Bailizhou and the simple lines of poetry written by the land.

Pinch a plump ear of wheat, chew it, and chew out the thick frankincense and the heavy golden flavor. That is the taste of Bailizhou; fold a straw and make a flute, and the clear and bright tune is undulating.

The wheat waves are twisting and turning.

Passing through the fields and entering the village.

Quiet, neat little street.

Doors and windows were opened casually, and a black cat suddenly jumped out of the window sill and disappeared into the fiery rose bushes in an odd way.

Several dogs chased each other in the streets and alleys, escaping from the backyard of the owner's house and into the house of the west house. They disturbed the excited hens and led groups of white and yellow pompoms to hide in panic.

The old man who was squatting at the door and peeling beans stood up, showed his face, and smiled innocently at everyone.

Niuniu’s home is in the village.

Everyone admired the beautiful and luxurious house, the small courtyard with lush flowers and trees, the capable and enthusiastic parents, and the sweet sugar cane.

When the food was served, the friends were all shocked: countless plates and dishes, rare local vegetables that could not be identified, the color, aroma and taste were so pleasing to the eye.

No matter how sharp and critical the eyes of countless people who are exhausted from reading all the delicacies are, they all sparkle with a strange light for a moment.

(Laughing) After the busy schedule of various videos, selfies and live broadcasts, everyone started a sumptuous lunch in an extremely joyful atmosphere.

After dinner and tea, we chatted about common things.

We learned that Niu Niu’s parents planted more than 20 acres of land and raised countless cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks. In addition to taking care of the village’s water supply facilities and garbage transportation, they also did odd jobs in their spare time; we also learned that Niu Niu, who came from an ordinary farmhouse, was

Such a bright and self-reliant person, not only does he teach well, but he also serves as the Youth League Committee. At the same time, he holds important positions in several charity organizations, selflessly devoting time, energy and even money.

Hard-working and honest parents, beautiful and kind-hearted daughter, what a happy and beautiful family!

Everyone sincerely praised it.

Carrying the sugar cane and vegetables prepared by Niu Niu's parents, the group reluctantly left.

Although the weather is cloudy and rainy, Niu Niu said that Nanhe Beach is a must-see.

Sure enough, the beach of Nanhe is waiting for us to leave deep footprints with its unparalleled beauty.

It must be that God loves this hundred-mile sandbar so much. Why does a river of clear water flow away from here to surround the poetic Yinzhou?

The Jingjiang River flows eastward, and the Nanhe River flows beautifully.

From a distance, the rivers and bays are connected, and the rivers and beaches are alternated, just like a sophisticated freehand brushwork with splashed ink, with a powerful momentum.

The water connects to the sky, the waves follow the beach, the clear sand and white sand are clear, winding and winding; in the stretching of the southern river, a painting of ingenious ink painting is created.

Walking in and taking a closer look, you will see the soft and slender sandline, circle by circle, layer by layer, and the steps are progressive, and the details are as detailed as fine brushwork, and the layers are clear.

The clean and fine sand is like cotton, walking barefoot, it is soft and comfortable; whether you lie down or lie down, the warm and soft sand presses your face, quietly, as if the whisper of the fine sand and the murmur of the Nanhe River are accompanied by the rhythm of the heartbeat of the earth.

Drill into the ears; hold a handful of sand, and it is like time that cannot be held is flowing away from the fingers, and a wonderful feeling arises spontaneously... The rain comes with the wind.

The bright and open Nanhe Beach changes rapidly, from windy and cloudy to misty and rainy.

The river flows silently, and the sandbar remains silent forever.

Over the years, the wash of wind and waves and the tempering of time have precipitated this vast sandbank and this delicate and romantic silver beach.

Driving away, the beach gradually faded away.