Stunning Reed Sea

In the early morning, I arrived in Jiuzhai, got on the environmental protection tour bus, left the mountain gate that was still buzzing, and Sedi (a beautiful girl) dressed in Tibetan clothes began to tell the legend of Jiuzhai: A long time ago, the male fairy Dago and the female fairy Voronosedi fell in love deeply, and Dago carefully built a mirror for Sedi. At this time, the Lotus Leaf Village passed by the window, and the hunting prayer flags were washed in the wind and rain for a hundred years, conveying prayers and blessings. Looking back to Gu Song in Lotus Leaf Village, bonsai beach also passed by in a hurry when I was in a trance.

The scream of the little girl sitting in front of me woke me up, and the reed sea came into my eyes: a clear stream of crystal blue meandered through the vast reeds, like a sapphire inlaid in gold, and I immediately gave a "wow". At this time, the whole car had stood up and looked to the left, and the children's exclamations were endless. The tour guide smiled and reminded: "Please pay attention to safety." Outside the window, Haizi is covered with slightly yellowed reeds, reflecting the clear blue of the sky and the clear blue of the water. Occasionally, unknown waterfowl walk through the reeds, wiping ripples like ripples from the quiet reeds. I seem to have entered the fairy tale world, or walked into a beautiful watercolor painting. In the face of the color and beauty of the reed sea, I finally realized that the language is pale and powerless. Apart from the general praise of wonderful workmanship, I can no longer describe the blue bend that still appears in my dreams from time to time.

a clear stream bends and takes me into heaven.

Colorful Peacock Sea

Looking down from the tourist highway, I can see a peacock quietly staying in the valley from a distance through the forest. It seems to spread its wings in a slight mist, and it seems to comb its wings gracefully in the spring. The distant sea blue in the lush forest has fascinated my eyes. This is the soul of Jiuzhai.

Go through a secluded forest along the winding plank road, stroll in the cool mountain wind and approach the dazzling blue sea of flowers under the sky. As far as the eye can see, there are traces of snowing last night in the distant mountains, and the nearby plants are light green in the lake. Even in Haizi, the underwater plants are different due to different angles, and they are blue, sapphire, light green, deep green, or indigo, colorful. When the breeze passes, the waterfowl wakes up, and the colorful lake ripples in circles, which are stained with the underwater trees, corals and small trees and grasses on the water surface.

There are many old trees at the bottom of Haizi, which are lying and upright, with staggered branches and various shapes. They are really like corals in the sea. Taking their bodies as the soil, new life in the lake grows vigorously, creating a spectacle of dead trees meeting spring. If the phoenix is reborn from the fire, they regain their eternal life in the clear lake, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, and the wind and frost no longer leave traces on them, only their emotions remain.

gorgeous and colorful, immersed in the years is extremely elegant.

faint suspension bridge situation

After the chaotic April, in order to escape, I hurriedly chose a destination and jumped into the car. So, on the drizzly morning of May 2nd, I sat on the bus from Chengdu to Jiuzhai. Tiredness was the only feeling when I started my journey. After leaving the expressway, those lofty mountains and towering cliffs are endless, and they have never left their sight. At the foot of the mountain, the Minjiang River, whose river is wide and narrow, is accompanied silently. The mountains are quiet, the water is beautiful and the water is alive. The eyes are full of lush trees, and the insects singing and birds singing from far and near are in harmony. Occasionally, the unique folk houses of Qiang people pass by, and I listen to the music, and my mood is confused and complicated until the suspension bridges break into my eyes.

The leisurely suspension bridge swings in the Minjiang River Valley all year round, shaking off the heat in midsummer and the coldness in winter, soaking up the colors of the years, so it hangs between heaven and earth, even on the cliff, and becomes a landscape. Imagine stepping over the bamboo suspension bridge, along the winding path, and stepping into the secluded landscape. Imagine the quiet Chai Fei at the end of the bridge, accompanied by a pool full of clouds, shaking off the world of mortals and leaving the leaves silent. Inadvertently, I left behind the mask of the city and dissolved into the complex of simple countryside.

suddenly, my heart is like a mirror, and I am alone in the ethereal mountains.

Exquisite multicolored pool

After bathing in the deep and mysterious long sea for five In the snow, I stepped on the stone steps of the virgin forest and walked down the stairs. A delicate and green water area was embedded in the misty snow field, like glittering and translucent jade. The most exquisite multicolored pool finally appeared before my eyes. Because she is petite and exquisite, she is also the only one among 18 Haizi who is not called the sea, but this does not affect her beauty enough to compete with the five seas.

The mountains are covered with snow, and the green waters set each other off. The lake is dark green, green, light green and slightly green, spotless, like a natural jasper, without any flaws. It is said that in summer and autumn, the pool water is like an overturned palette, and it will show dozens of colors such as dark green, dark purple, sapphire blue and goose yellow like a sea of flowers. Think about the fascinating customs when the empty valley is long, the grass is green, the chirping birds are accompanied by lilac drops. On this occasion, only the Xiushan forest is as clear as a mirror, as unreal as reality, as far as the bottom of the pool is concerned, and pebbles cascade down, only to see the dark green background is deep and distant, and I don't know which beautiful time and space leads to.

Pick up the snowflakes in Chi Pan with your hands, and enjoy the exquisite colors like painters.

Water in my hometown (composition in examination room)

Water is the source of life and everything. Without water, there would be no living things today.

after reading the beautiful scenery of water written by many writers, I can't help but be intoxicated with it, and naturally think of the water in my hometown. Although the water in my hometown is not famous, it feeds more than 1 households and more than 3 people. In our eyes, it is our mother river.

The river in my hometown is crystal clear, and traces of fish and shrimp can be seen in the water. The tortoise was also impressed by the beautiful scenery. It clumsily climbed to the shore, craned its neck and narrowed its eyes slightly, quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery and watching the fish playing in the water. Sometimes, when people come to it, it doesn't even notice it. When they find people, they reluctantly jump into the river, and the splashed water beads dance happily, sometimes falling on the lotus leaf, shaking it for two or three times, and then returning to the river, as if telling the lotus leaf how happy they are.

The river in my hometown is like a slowly flowing light blue crystal. In the sunshine, it glows with light blue silver light, and the mountains and trees are reflected in the water, as if thousands of trees are gathering in the water and dancing lightly with the flow of the river.

The river of hometown at dusk has a special interest. The sunset glow is reflected in the water, which is in harmony with the sunset and the mountains. We are often playing games and playing games in these thousands of sunsets. We are very happy.

In winter, the river in my hometown is like the mouth of a behemoth, which spits hot air in the cold wind. My aunts and sisters wash clothes and carry water in this river. The water is so warm that washing clothes here in winter is the best choice. Children who are not afraid of the cold often swim, bathe and fish here. When you are lucky, you can have a plate of delicious marinated fish on the dinner table at home at night.

hometown water, I love you.

Responder: Brother Fu Pengge-Level 1 29-2-21 12:41

White moonlight was shining on the ground, and crickets' mournful cries were everywhere. The fragrance of the night permeates the air and weaves into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. What the eyes come into contact with are all things covered with this soft net, no matter what the grass and trees are, they are not as realistic as in the daytime. They all have vague and illusory colors, and everything hides its details and keeps its secrets, which makes people feel like a dream.

(Ba Jin's "Home")

Moonlight shines everywhere like silver, and the bamboo rafts on the mountain turn black in the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me is as dense as rain. From time to time, from somewhere, suddenly a grass warbler will "fall and hiss" at its throat. Soon, the little bird seems to understand that it is midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still sleeps with its little eyes closed.

(Shen Congwen's Border Town)

He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but it seems that they only feel the excitement in the sky. A comb like the moon describes an immature girl, but she is not shy when she sees people, and the light and outline are fresh and engraved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects in the small garden grass talk at night in trivial ways. I don't know where the frogs, Qi Xin, work together to make a bugle call, like the sound of the fire boiling. A few fireflies swim and come, unlike flying, like floating in thick air. In the dark place where the moonlight is out, a little firefly flashes, like a little green eye on a summer night.

(Fortress Besieged by Qian Zhongshu)

The pool in Zhongshan Park is like a mirror, and the round moon is reflected on the pool surface. A few street lamps by the trees near the pool, the round lights are reflected in the water, just like a small moon, around the moon in the pool. Bloated white clouds slowly moved across the pool surface, like a group of old women, bending their backs and struggling to walk in front of the moon step by step, trying to cover it, but the moon poured bright light through the gaps between the clouds. A piece of white clouds and a piece of white clouds are connected, such as the same wide and irregular belt, which divides the clear sky into two halves. White clouds passed by and gradually disappeared in the distance. The sky is clear and the moon is particularly bright.

(A Morning in Shanghai)

The northern night at the end of May is the freshest and most beautiful moment. The sky seems to be brushed, without a cloud, blue and crystal, high and far away. A round moon, climbing out of the east ridge, is like a big lantern, illuminating a valley densely covered with strange stones, projecting the shadows of branches and young grass on the path, and swaying leisurely. Birds are singing on the branches, bugs are jumping in the grass, and spring seedlings are growing in the terraces; There are also thousands of lives in Shan Ye exulting ...

(Sunny Days by Haoran)

Moonlight fills this garden, and the distant Woods, with silver brilliance on the top, bake a thick shadow in the forest, which is silent and serious. The water from the fountain and the microwave in the pool all reflect the bright moonlight, rippling there, and the greenery under her feet and the flowers and plants nearby are covered with moonlight, which is soft and silent and trampled by her.

(Autumn River by Yu Dafu)

The moon is coming out soon. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people think it rises from the dark abyss. A faint light inlaid a lace around the top of the tree on the high slope, like the edge of a goblet, and the silhouette of the tree peak reflected in the faint light became darker every minute.

(Falloman? Roland: "Mother and Son")

The mist has dissipated, and the silver moonlight is like a dazzling widow's mourning dress, covering the vast beach. There is not a boat on the river, not even a trace of microwave can be seen. On the banks of the river, there is peace everywhere, which is like an endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.

(Tagore, India: The Shipwreck)

After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, the dark clouds suddenly disappeared. There was a blue sky on the top of the gorge, and a few small golden clouds floated, and a note of sunshine fell like lightning on the cliff on the left. On the right peak, a white cloud shines like silver, but the sun hasn't come yet. At this time, far ahead, countless mountains, misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist. You see, the crimson peaks set off this fog, which is really beautiful. Just like the flash of red gems reflected upward from the deep valley, it seems that people have entered the realm of myth. At this time, when you look up at the river, it is also colorful: two huge rocks with reflections like ink; There are twists and turns in the middle, but it seems to have a flashing road, with fine waves swinging on it; Nearby mountains are as green as jade. Time goes by minute by minute, and the red mist in front is redder and brighter. As the ship approached, it gradually became clear that there was a peak standing in the red fog, and that red mist turned out to be thousands of strong sunshine. At 8: 2, we came to this sunny golden sunrise.

Liu Baiyu's Three Days on the Yangtze River

What separates people from me is the fog all over the sky. Ren is a high-rise building, such as water vehicles and crowded pedestrians; Everything no longer exists, and even the arm that swings out when walking disappears into confusion.

Jin Yi's "Fog"

The morning fog outside the house, which was so thick that no one was seen on the opposite side, has faded and faded. In the slowly rising sunshine, the white fog ideas churned and drifted away like rustling sound. Fences, mounds and walls all show vague images in the fog.

Wang Xiyan's Spring Back to the Ground Warming

Fog

Like gauze, like haze, like clouds; Hanging on the tree, around the roof, on the mountain road, hiding in the grass. One moment it's like a surging tide, and the other moment it's like Bai Ou roaring. Xiayan bursts, floating to float, everything, everything has become hazy. In an instant, this milky light haze turned into small water drops. Sprinkle it on the road, in the bushes, on the head and face. Gently, greasy, a little wet. People feel a little tipsy when they breathe in the smell of wild chrysanthemum medicine.

Qiu Zhijie's Ode to Fog Yarn

Morning fog

Night fog gradually faded, and its color turned white, like flowing transparent body, and the east turned white. The floating veil-like fog hangs over Caoyang New Village, where buildings and trees are absent. Say it does, but you can't see the whole of those buildings and trees; Let's say it doesn't. Where the fog is clear, the outlines of buildings and trees are faintly exposed. With the shade of the fog, it changes like a mirage.

morning in Shanghai

I don't know when the fog started. At dawn, dense fog rolled in from the upstream like a cotton ball; Climb up the river bank, climb up the trees, and spread to both sides ... The dense fog filled the shed and stained my face wet and greasy; None of us can see whose face clearly.

Ye Weilin's On a River Without Navigation Signs

One foggy morning, I came to the bank. Everywhere, the mountains and lakes are gone, and there is only opalescent chaos that cannot be seen through. The sound of alas is from far and near, corresponding to the pleasant bird sound. There was a faint idea in the white hole, and then the outline of a ship gradually emerged. This is the earliest yacht of the day.

Yu Min's West Lake Scene

In the early morning, it was foggy. According to the doctor's orders, I took a leisurely walk by the lake. I can only hear birds singing in my ears, but I can't see their exquisite figures. Clouds of mist with a slight chill flutter over my face from time to time. On weekdays, the street lamp with dazzling high-pressure mercury bulbs looks so dim and faint today, flickering and blurred in the billowing fog. I seem to be walking into a fairy tale world.

Morning Fog on the Mirror Lake by Zhang Ping

Night Fog

Once I walked back to the Songxue Building from the ski club, I suddenly noticed that there was a layer of fog on the road, which suddenly thickened and dispersed. It was really a wonderful experience, as if I had walked into a fog tent, and the fog flowed spontaneously, from my ears and from my fingers. It's like sailing in a foggy river, and the sound of pines on both sides can't stop. As soon as the canoe turns, it has passed Chung Shan Man. Looking back, I can't see the fog coming, and I can't see that the fog once stayed here.

Lin Qingxuan's Impression of Hehuan Mountain

Spring Fog

Just at the beginning of April, primrose blossoms, and a warm wind blows through the newly dug flower beds. The garden is like a woman, deliberately decorated to welcome it.