Slightly rainy Dasongxi is a beautiful and extraordinary Dasongxi Canyon, which makes the drizzle moist, immersed in it and integrated into dreams. The towering peaks on both sides of the canyon are shrouded in smog-like water vapor, fog and cloud gas, still like the Huangshan Mountain in the painting-naturally it is the kind of Chinese painting that splashes ink like water. The thick and humid lush vegetation in sight is so rich that it will drip down immediately-if so, it will really be full of streams. The strange stones on the beach in the valley have never been cleaned. At this time, it was coated with a layer of crystal clear water, which made even the clear sound of the stream more pleasant. Today is not a holiday, not a weekend, and it is still raining lightly, so we can't see tourists shuttling in the sunshine, only umbrellas of different colors that seem to be intermittent, like huge flowers, floating on the winding path. Look at the face under the umbrella. Although most of them are young people, there are also many old people. Du Jun, my traveling companion, and Peng Jun, a Shanghainese I met on the road, are both over 60 years old and retired middle school teachers. The old couple walked slowly all the way, helping each other and pointing out one stone and one tree, which made them happy. When asked, it was their second visit to Dasongxi, and it was raining in Mao Mao. "The last time was last autumn, but it rained. This time, it was intentional. " The old man's mouth is thick and bookish. "Mountaineers are often used to choosing sunny days, but they don't know that sunshine often erases the rich levels and color differences of mountains, while cloudy days reveal the true colors of mountains. If it is such a light rain, it will add a little more beauty to its original appearance. The same beauty is not more beautiful in the bath? " Teacher Peng's comments made Du Jun and I admire him very much. Du Jun said with a smile, "We also learn from Mr. Peng. If it rains in Mao Mao today, it will be intentional next time. " Du Jun's words made the old couple laugh. We have a rest in Qingfeng village. Seeing that the restaurant was scattered, the tourists who ate seemed very calm. The waiter brought noodles to the four of us, and the words were good: "You guys, choose the right time! Even these bowls of noodles are slow work, regardless of the price, the quality is absolutely guaranteed. " Mrs. Peng chimed in: "Late last year, our daughter's son-in-law went to Huangshan on a weekend vacation and suffered a big loss. We can't live in a good shop, we can't eat a good meal, and only people are crowded! " The waiter said, "It will be very busy here on holidays. Usually too idle. I said that it is not easy to adjust the on-the-job time, but why do idle old comrades have to catch up with the peak season and weekend holidays? " After dinner, the four of them simply moved to the outdoor umbrella outside the hall to have tea. Tea is fresh green tea, water is pure water from Songxi, and the color of tea is similar to that of mountains. Brown, the color of the mountain, the color of the rain, the gurgling stream, and the fresh air that can almost wash the soul ... Through the scattered bamboo shadows, we see that Guanyin Peak on the other side of the canyon is particularly affectionate, which is invisible on a sunny day: a large fog cloud surrounds Guanyin and wants to hide it, just like wearing a gauze, and we see the fairy fluttering. Mr. Peng Lao's "literary mind" was restless, so he improvised: ten years of dusty dreams and half a day's leisure, I still remember the drizzle and pine creek. The light rain of dissolving powder has not stopped. ...