After staying in a small town for a long time, I feel better and better about this town, but I can't tell where it is. I just feel that every grass and tree, mountain and water are close and lovely. Not far from my home is Shatian River. On both sides of the river are the most beautiful wetland parks and cultural ecological parks in the town. This river is as simple and quiet as its name, so quiet that I often can't feel its flow. It is as graceful as a shimmering jade belt, from south to north, passing through the city and pouring into the West Sea of Lushan Mountain.
Walking along the Shatian River, the cool evening breeze, with a fresh smell of vegetation, blew away the summer heat and fatigue of the day. Looking up, the "Eight-tone Building" built near the water stands in the northwest of the city, relying on the "Eight-tone Park" named after "Eight-tone Classification of Musical Instruments Made of Gold, Stone, Silk, Bamboo, Mud, Leather and Wood in Ancient China". During the day, people can climb tall buildings and have a panoramic view of the new town. At dusk, in the fresh and melodious music, the "Eight-tone Building" is brightly lit and colorful. From a distance, it looks like a crystal glass tower, lighting up the night sky in a corner of the city.
Qili Castle Peak, like a green natural barrier, guards the north of the town across the lake. Reminds me of when I was a teenager, I went up the mountain with my friends to cut wood, pull out bamboo shoots and pick wild fruits. At that time, under a huge old ditch tree on the hillside, there lived a kind old couple who used wooden tea barrels to provide camellia fruit herbal tea for passing guests free of charge. And I often pass by to cut wood during holidays, and I never like this camellia fruit herbal tea for clearing away heat and relieving fatigue. Today, I still remember the refreshing fragrance of camellia fruit herbal tea. Nowadays, wild flowers and fruits on the roadside are swaying in the twilight, reminding me that the fragrance of flowers and fruits is not an illusion.
The path along the Shatian River is the most beautiful place. Here, the vegetation is lush, patchwork and layered. The tall ones are willow and camphor, the short ones are boxwood, mangosteen and oleander, and there are all kinds of green grass and trees, but I don't know most of them. In early summer, weeping willows have grown slim and graceful, and the soft branches hang down long and short, gently brushing the water and swaying people's feelings. Although it is June on the earth, the flowers that bloom in summer are still in the water, competing for beauty. Whether it is red as fire or yellow as silk, it attracts the attention of pedestrians. Pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, oleander is in full bloom, and many nameless flowers are quietly blooming in the dusk, which makes the whole dusk extremely beautiful and slightly melancholy. Are these flowers lamenting the passing spring breeze, or are they mourning the fleeting beauty in the dusk?
After crossing the Changshu Bridge, we came to the other side of the river. Here, the streets are wide and tree-lined. New schools, nurseries, theaters, parks, commercial buildings, exhibition halls, new residential buildings, administrative new areas, West Haiyan Wharf and tourist centers have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. This is Shatian New District, which the townspeople call the Pearl of the West Sea. The cultural ecological park next to Changshu Bridge is connected with the wetland park, and there is no obvious boundary between them. Almost all local species of flowers and trees gather in the ecological park. Among all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, the history and culture of the people in this small town are told with words, sculptures or pictures, so that people can enjoy the beautiful scenery and feel the rich cultural heritage of this small town.
At this time, there are few pedestrians and the scenery is quieter. A winding bridge and promenade floated on this wave of smoke, and at the end, a delicate arch bridge stood just right. People are very greedy for the gentle river wind with steam here. When they walk in the evening, they often walk around here. There are tiny duckweeds on the water, as well as new varieties of lotus and aquatic plants. In the past, the arch bridge was a deep tree-lined path, and the flat road was covered with marble. Walking on it, it is quiet, with a little privacy and kindness, which is pleasant.
The covered bridge at the end of the path is a wooden structure, which is antique. You can look at the water against the railing outside, and you can choose a chair to sit in the corridor inside. When we pass the covered bridge, there are often three or two tourists sitting around chatting; There are also young people, playing mobile phones alone and enjoying the cool breeze here. Maybe he (she) is waiting for his lover? On the willow tip moon, by the delicate and fragrant lotus pond, young couples walk hand in hand as promised.
As dusk grew, there were more people on the path. People like to walk here, mostly because it is as level as a mirror and the environment is elegant. The banks of Shatian River should be regarded as the small West Lake in a small town, surrounded by lush greenery, pavilions on the lake, small bridges and flowing water, which are scattered and elegant. At dusk, all kinds of lights reflect each other with the pavilions by the lake, reflected in the water, like stars scattered on the clear river, which is particularly blurred and dreamy. "This kind of scene should only be seen in the sky. How many times have you heard it on earth?" The legendary Qiongtai Yuyu came to Yaoge, so I guess so. Sitting in the promenade by the lake, listening to songs and watching the scenery is really beautiful. The wind and water are good, and you have a different mood.
When you walk, you often meet acquaintances on the road. In a city separated by buildings like a mountain, it's really a wonderful thing to meet acquaintances and friends I haven't seen for a long time at night. When we met head-on, people's faces were full of surprises and joy. In their spare time, they have to stand by the side of the road, chat with the lakes and mountains for a while, and say some unimportant household words to kill every inch of time in this early summer evening.
It was not until the willow branches on the moon, listening to the frogs in the river, accompanied by the coolness of the lake and stepping on the leisurely mottled trees, that the dusk of the town quietly left with the last bit of sadness.