Is this Joan's world or a sea of ??flowers?

In the misty, jasper-like forest sea, the green forests seemed to have received instructions early in the morning. They came lushly and opened their enthusiastic arms to us.

The golden sunlight shines through the layers of branches and leaves, and falls on the wild flowers on the grass. The flowers, clusters and clusters, ignite the plush hillside, and they are colorful and colorful.

The creek also became happy. They danced on the rocks and grass tips, making pleasant tinkling-dong-dong-dong sounds.

Along the winding mountain path, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus becomes stronger and stronger, but when I look for it, I can’t find the tiny yellowish “rice grains”. This fragrance seems to be floating from outside the clouds, and it seems to come from the bottom of our hearts.

Give birth.

Before we could express our sincere admiration and exclamation, Mozi’s hometown has arrived.

Looking around, the towering Yao Mountain, like a fairyland, seems to be a soaring dragon, cruising on the two rolling Boshan and Yiyuan mountain ranges, while Xiangjiagou, the ancestral home of the Mozi disciples Xiangshi and Helianshi,

, like a sailing boat, sailing among the blue waves and green sea.

"Good peaks change everywhere, and secluded paths are lonely and confusing." This is the hometown of calligraphy and painting, and this is the paradise of poetry.

As we walked up the river along a curve of plain water, we kept our voices and footsteps very low.

But the fish here are not afraid of people. They sit in groups on the mirror-like surface of the pool and stare at you curiously.

Throw it at you with a branch or stone, and then swim lazily and slowly. Occasionally, you will turn around and spit out a bunch of bubbles at you playfully.

It had rained just now, and the river was flowing loudly. In the narrow valley, the drop was getting bigger and bigger, and the water flow was getting faster. From time to time, a curtain of water dropped from the sky, and it spread out for thousands of miles.

The splashing water mist, fine and crystal clear, gently touches the soft corner of our souls.

There was a slight ripple of mist in the jungle, and it was like a gauze hanging between the green curtains above our heads and behind us.

The air is very humid, as if you can sip the clear nectar with just one mouthful, and every pore in your body can produce a refreshing coolness.

The most lively things along the way were undoubtedly the birds hiding in the dense forest.

In particular, there are many thrushes living here. They often fly in the dense forest, or sing among the branches of the dense trees. Their songs are melodious and melodious, seeming to wish everyone "good luck, good luck".

Of course, there are also many clever and timid little animals, such as squirrels, pheasants, mountain cats, hares, hedgehogs, antelopes, badgers, etc. They play in the shallows or lie down on the bluestone slabs by the roadside to sleep.

I'll bump into you.

They have graceful postures, may be light and elegant, or may be round and round, but what they will always leave you is a graceful and graceful back.

After passing through the deep Wuling Cave, the azure inkstone washing pool, caressing the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion that houses hundreds of cities, and the chessboard stones with still surviving chariots and horses, we finally found the defense map of Mozi City Shou Zhu Chapter.

This ruined old city wall is the wonder of the world that each of us is proud of - the father of the Chu Great Wall.

"The stream is more than ten thousand meters long, surrounded by thousands of trees. Roaring tigers ring in the poor mountains, and cranes roar in the empty forests." You can imagine the dangers here.

Standing on the ruins of the "Old City of Mozi" with the northwest wind blowing, I can still hear the sounds of fighting and fighting, and the roar of people.

The load of the wooden cart moved like flying, the wind and mist on the temples, and Mozi in civilian clothes and straw sandals stood out in awe from all sides.

In front of the king of Chu, he took off his belt to build a city, used the ultimatum as a weapon, and lost Panjiu.

The red heart is green and the blood is green, the grass is withering and the sun is setting. Some are unmoving, or the rocks are flowing with gold. The defensive method of "stopping the Chu and attacking the Song" more than 2,400 years ago. The defensive weapons have long been integrated with nature. The sun and the moon are flat.

Heaven and earth admire each other.

Today, Xiangjiagou, where Mozi lived in seclusion, has been given a new mission by history.

"Lingshan and beautiful waters created the saint Mo Zhai, and the simple food and drink gave birth to the workers Zuluban." On the Camel Peak where they carved stones and played chess, and on the Kite Mountain where they competed with each other, majestic and majestic ancient archways and pavilions stood high.

The long corridors are all decorated with carved beams, embroidered columns, flying pavilions and flowing eaves, and the architecture is exquisite.

There is a door inside the door, and there is a mountain outside the mountain. The east and west gates correspond to each other, just like the heavenly palace on earth.

Next to it, the cedars washed by the clouds and mist are full of vitality, flapping their wings in the air, and their lush and dense branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun.

Occasionally, a few skylarks fly over, seeming to tell people their thousand-year feelings.

With the deepening of the party's poverty alleviation and relocation policy, and at the call of the local government, the descendants of Mo and Lu walked out of the remote and isolated mountains and forests. They searched for tricks and made the most of their ingenuity to transform the small bridges and flowing water that had been covered with dust for thousands of years.

Pavilions, terraces, pavilions, Shuimu Qinghua, Yaotai Langyuan, have been moved to the eyes of the world.

The superb and unparalleled skills are undoubtedly reproduced in Mo and Lu, which are breathtaking.

They gathered the wisdom of their ancestors and built this place into an experiential tourism project that integrates cultural experience, live performances, special snacks, leisure vacations, tourism and shopping, and water entertainment. It condenses Mozi culture, farming culture, and market culture.

, temple fair culture, and catering culture are integrated into one garden, creating a grand market scene with courtyards in the houses, streets in the courtyards, scenery in the streets, and dramas in the scenery, turning the formerly poor and backward mountain villages into a well-known 4A-level tourism

Resorts, using mobile phones, computers, dialects and food to open a door to the world.

The updated Mozi Ancient Street is like a dazzling pearl deep in the mountains, leading to prosperity.

The mountain air is majestic and the purple air comes from the east.