I have long heard that Xiuzhu Lotus Garden, with thousands of acres of lotus flowers in full bloom, is very spectacular, so I yearn for it wholeheartedly. This morning, my uncle and aunt said that they would take my sister and me to Xiuzhu Lotus Garden. My sister and I jumped three feet happily.
Hardly had the sun appeared in Dongshan when we hit the road. We sat in the car and enjoyed the scenery on both sides of the road. On the left are rows of tall and straight trees, on the right are patches of green farmland, and pink lotus flowers can be seen from time to time.
Finally arrived at Xiuzhu Lotus Garden, where several women were peeling lotus seeds. Looking at the fresh white lotus seeds makes my mouth water. We stood far away from the lotus. Wow! At first glance, Tian Tian's green lotus leaves set off the lotus flowers, red, purple and white ... Lotus flowers, one after another, like a graceful fairy, more like Sister Lian Xiang, graceful and charming ... thinking of Yang Wanli's poem "The leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different way". Lotus Shadow is a traditional Chinese painting hanging in our hometown, with transparent levels.
We slowly approached a blooming lotus, only to see a small golden lotus in the middle, surrounded by small stamens, just like the "messenger of the sky", and the faint lotus fragrance came to our face, which attracted the bees to kiss in the dance of "the nearest love flower".
We stood in the lotus garden, surrounded by lotus flowers. I heard menstruation say, "I have never seen such a spectacular lotus!" "Words exude praise for the lotus garden. At this moment, my aunt held up her digital camera and said to us, "You are standing among the lotus flowers, and I will take a picture for you.". "My cousin and I stood on the path next to the lotus and made a lovely gesture. There is only one crack. menstruation said, "Well, you are more beautiful than a lotus. "My heart is full of sweetness. Really, I suddenly feel that I am one of the lotus gardens, fully open to my beautiful hometown under the morning breeze.
I was intoxicated in my reverie when a white-haired grandfather came over and gave me a lotus flower, saying, "This is a fresh lotus seed. Take it home and try it."
At this time, the sun rose to ten feet. There is an endless stream of tourists visiting the lotus garden.
I received grandpa's lotus, and I was moved by it. Lotus is beautiful, and people in Lianxiang are even more beautiful!
Tianchi trip
Tianshan Mountain, the mountain I yearn for, the majestic peaks and the dense forests have all reappeared many times in my dreams. Especially the pearl-like Tianchi Lake under Bogda Peak that day, the little girl who picked up the peel on the green grass in Chi Pan, made me miss Tianshan Mountain and all the Tianchi Lake. ...
It was two years ago, when I was still studying in Xinjiang, my father took me to visit the jade Tianchi embedded in Tianshan Mountain. When our car drove through a winding winding mountain road, crossed a deep canyon and came to Chi Pan in Tianchi, everything was so novel. Mountain, Emerald Hill, like a crouching tiger, towering forest, like a huge band, played a mountain symphony of "Flowers" under the command of "Wind"; Water, green Tianchi water, is as calm as a mirror. Facing the mysterious lake, I spread my imagination wings. Is this Tianchi the queen mother's footbath? Is the legendary exorcism mirror? Is it the treasure belt of Shanxian? If not, how can it be so clear that you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the pool? Why is it so quiet? It's so quiet that people can't feel it flowing. Ah! The landscape of Tianchi is enough to make people "drunk" ...
"Everyone is carefree, carefree and happy ..." A cheerful song interrupted my drunkenness. I found a lively and lovely little girl dressed as a local in front of me. After talking, we hit it off and walked side by side to Tianchi Waterfall.
When I came to Tianchi Waterfall, I was completely attracted by its beauty. Look, the waterfall falls from the sky like a white practice, splashing silver beads all over the sky. Isn't this just like the magnificent scene of Li Bai's poem "Flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days"? Look up a little, and the foggy water will splash into your eyes. One step closer, your underwear will be half wet, making you comfortable all over! There is a clear spring under the waterfall, shining in the sunlight. The rocks under the water are clearly visible. Some of them are monkey king-shaped, while others look like big crabs. They are really varied and beautiful. "What are you thinking?" The little girl suddenly asked me. I smiled and didn't answer. Suddenly, she stood up from the stone as if she had found something and ran forward quickly. I caught up with her and discovered her secret. It turned out that there was a pile of fruit skins on the green grass, and she was kneeling there to pick them up! "Why did you pick this up?" "Look, this is a tourist attraction. How can it be dirty? " I was persuaded in a few words. I also squatted down to pick it up with her.
After picking up the peel, we parted reluctantly. Looking at her distant back, I realized: "Tianchi Mountain is beautiful in water, and the people here are more beautiful than Tianchi." ...
One day in August, we took a bus from Lijiang City, Yunnan Province to visit Yulong Snow Mountain.
When passing through Ganhaizi, we saw the majestic Yulong Snow Mountain. The sun shines on Yulong Snow Mountain, and the snow reflects the sun's brilliance. Snow Mountain looks so dazzling, just like a vigorous Yulong, winding from the blue sky, leaping over the splendid land, full of magnificent beauty.
Entering Yulong Snow Mountain Scenic Area, we took a tourist bus to Yulong Snow Mountain. Sitting on the ropeway car, I was really scared at first, but I got used to it. I looked at my feet. There are so many plants under it, but they are all low and their leaves are needle-shaped. According to the tour guide, in order to adapt to the harsh climatic conditions, most plants growing in the high-altitude place of Yulong Snow Mountain in Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau grow very short and their leaves are needle-shaped. On the mountain, in order to adapt to altitude sickness, we walked slowly forward and soon found ourselves in a primeval forest. In the virgin forest, fungi grow on the ground, trees grow tall and big, and trunks are thick. Some people need three or four people to hug each other. The air here is fresh, the birds in the trees are singing happily, and our altitude sickness is not so obvious. Unconsciously, we came to an open mountain pasture. The green lawn is full of purple flowers, one after another. The breeze blew and the flowers swayed. It's really beautiful. Looking up, Yulong Snow Mountain has appeared in front of our eyes. A piece of white cloud winds around the mountainside, just like a belt tied to Yulong Snow Mountain, adding a bit of charm to Yulong Snow Mountain. There are thirteen peaks in the snow-capped mountains, which are crystal clear in the Ming Che, just like a row of jade pillars.
There are mountains and water features that are more beautiful. After we enjoyed the snow-capped mountains, we also enjoyed the beautiful Black and White River. Baishui River is clear, beautiful and magical, with cascading waterfalls along the river, lush plants on both sides nearby and snowy peaks in the north in the distance. The river winds out of the mountains, emitting unforgettable coolness. Heishui River is called Heishui River because there are many black stones with water flowing on them. White water and black water meet and become a black and white river.
Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, this beautiful scenery, how can it not make people linger!
Travel notes of Jinziling
My impression should be that I climbed Jinling with several classmates more than six years ago when I graduated from primary school. The details have been forgotten, and none of my companions at that time can remember them, so there is no way to verify whether it really happened. Going back is not a delusion. You know, the past is irreversible. Like blowing in the wind, I am exhausted every day now, and I can't pursue it in the future. We always walk in the river of time. Maybe it's because of my promise, maybe it's because I want to be bitter. Unexpectedly, I took the initiative to invite a trip to the mysterious Jinziling in my memory.
On April 26th, 2008, I woke up at 8 o'clock. Suddenly called and invited me to climb Jinling. At 9 o'clock, my companion and I drove. The mountain road twists and turns. The cement road dug on the cliff is only 3.5 meters wide, thanks to the good policy of the government, which makes the road accessible to every village. This road was only built last year. People who used to live there had to bear a heavy burden, but imagine how difficult it was. The driver shouted nervously. If there is a car coming from the opposite side, slowly back off or pull over, find a wider place, stop the car and let the barge from the opposite side pass. Turn the corner, stop-and-go, only 9 kilometers of mountain road, I feel dizzy and just want to get off in a hurry.
The winding road surrounds the castle peak like a white ribbon. Because this is the first time we drove to that mountain, I'm afraid we took the wrong road, and we didn't see any villages along the way. Every once in a while, we meet people who work on the roadside and ask for directions. They always give enthusiastic answers. People in the deep mountains are always so simple. After crossing the street sign in Jinyun village, I walked three or four kilometers inside and saw several cars parked there. Naturally, I knew it was time to start hiking there.
There are several villagers in the parking lot, and I am dizzy. I took advantage of my companion's efforts to find a place to park and asked about the distance. They said that if you hurry, you can reach the top of the mountain in an hour and a half: "But if you look at it like that, I'm afraid it will take more than two hours." I looked at the time, it was 9: 40 in the morning. I didn't make up my mind to climb the summit before I set out. When I stood at the foot of the mountain and saw that the top of the golden ridge seemed to be in front of me, I made up my mind to reach the top. The first road is in the field. The temperature in the mountains is low, and the fields are still weeds before sowing and transplanting. I only saw a few people working in the fields. We laughed all the way and walked up easily. The road in the wild is always complicated and there are many intersections, so we naturally choose the road. Not far. We were very ignorant when we heard an old man waving and shouting at us from the top of the mountain. Listen carefully again, only to hear clearly, he told us that we were going the wrong way, and then we turned around again. Walking through the fields, I began to climb the mountain, and I saw azaleas scattered all over the mountains and cliffs. The azaleas at the foot of the mountain have withered for more than a month, and the flowers here are still very bright. I'm surprised. Because I haven't picked azaleas in the mountains this spring. Of course, I'm glad to finally meet my old friend in this deep mountain. Just climbing the mountain, I am out of breath, which is expected. Going home and climbing the fifth floor on weekdays will also be out of breath. I believe I can conquer myself as long as I persist.
Mountain roads are all slopes of nearly 20 degrees. There are no trees in the mountains, only some bushes overhead. Stone steps are also made of local materials and embedded in yellow mud. Each stone step is covered with traces of natural wind erosion, stripes and grayish blue. Although it's only April, the sun is already very strong, and it's coming directly, and there's nowhere to hide. Mountain roads are all zigzag. Most of them just turned a dozen paces. Some people walk forty or fifty steps in a row, and when they see the long steps ahead, they will feel afraid of difficulties. Walking on the mountain road, don't expect to be flat. I turned a corner and saw the same slope and stone steps as I walked. If you want to stop, you can only sit on the stone steps and let the sun take the lead. I walked in front, far away from them. Every once in a while, we will shout to each other, hear each other's voices, but not see each other. Tired of walking, I sat on the stone steps and could hear my heartbeat and blood flow. A breeze blew and the sweat stopped. Hear the clear calls of birds. Neither wind nor birdsong contains any impurities. So pure. My heart has calmed down. On the way, I met people who went down the mountain one after another. They said they would leave at six in the morning, so they went down early. I have seen several children, the youngest is only five years old and the oldest is only ten years old. They don't look too tired. They shouted to me, "Aunt, come quickly." I'm braver. Walking through the "Fushou Pavilion", the journey is just over half. The pavilion was rebuilt on 1996. The roof of the exhibition hall is precast concrete slab, but the appearance has peeled off and looks a bit vicissitudes. The name of the donor is engraved on the concrete slab on the inner wall of the exhibition hall. The name on the wall is written by tourists in black charcoal, and the handwriting is scrawled and untidy. There are also many love declarations. I think love is so deep that it is not enough to express it without telling the world. Who has actually met true love?