Is the spring season.
Poems goes: Poets of the New King in the spring, Luk Lau Wong and a half did not have before. If the pending Shanglin flower looks, out Ju is to look at flowers.
Every time this time, the total reminds me of a student's last outing. Our class had more than 30 students out for three days, so three days into the minds of the most precious memories.
That destination was Wuxie, but we first had a night in Shaoxing City, which is a rather cultural atmosphere of the city, the total time to time people think of Lu Xun, Lu, and that part of the poignant love story with the "Chai Toufeng . "
Early next morning straight Wuxie the way again after Xi Shi Sha place - Zhuji. Unfortunately, the piece has already been broken places, and only Jigen lying in pickle, "Sha Stone" on the sun, if not there is a teacher who knows where the introduction of a great beauty who lived in it.
Zhuji, and Wuxie can not be compared.
Wuxie is a very Peugeot places: mountains, water, people, landscape is good over there alone.
Wuxie mountain America.
Walking on gravel it is a way to slip away from us which Zuo Zuo Wei E Mountain mountains tall and straight.
Spring is very soft, very delicate, like his mother's hand Managing Rourou face of the wind blowing gently, with a touch of rape incense and the fragrance of newly renovated together penetrate into the nasal soil, which is pastoral flavor is Mountain taste, as in large cities have not had the taste, so the new fragrant and seductive, I am desperately trying to learn from the greed of the most beautiful air, because the following day will no longer be such a refreshing smell flavor.
For a girl living in the city is able to smell this fresh air is not easy, let alone to see it will appear only in the dreams of the big mountain then?
Then a mountain is one, and endless, like a barrier for a long time obscured the blue sky. Undulating hills dotted with blocks of castles in the air, and sometimes to see my streaks of mist and slowly float from the mountains, and then ran to drift into the Youran blue sky. I smelt the air seemed to smell. What is this? Oh, it must be wafting cottage in the flavor of dishes.
Mountain enchanting evening, but shy. Sun hanging low in the sky, sunset dyed the whole mountain, the golden Yuguang pouring in the face of the mountains, mountain seems to have become a "Qiao wife." If there is fog, mountains are even more fleeting emptiness up, "castles in the air" has become the "mirage", sometimes none, dreamlike, as if like to "Penglai Xiandao", suspected to a fairy tale.
In the evening about a few bold boys to climb. We are one next to a carefully into the mountains. This time, the mysterious mountain is just as confused as his face, only that little bit of Yinghuo let us see the mountains had a vague way. Soon as an unknown incoming calls Tude ears, so we "wind," to run down the hill, who do not know what it sounds, we were terrified, thinking what would be terrible to find the ghost can be filled saturated stomach food. Asthma Xu Xu's run down the mountain, stopped at the side, but also calls us scared stared a while, this time we hear the voices of ghosts is not that it is a boy who calls issued by Gai, and why? That is because he breaks through the moonlight to see our land is an unknown grave. I immediately thought of Lu Xun's novels in the "medicine", that human blood steamed and later graves. We are afraid to lose one's life to go downhill and that the grave would be what sprang to. Back to the room was surprisingly found that feet can not be called the soft feet, so that in subsequent sleep to pull up the curtain will find out there was something. Our adventure in a second night of the panic is over, looked at his watch - from the mountains to come down we have only spent less than half an hour, seems to be "people scare scary people", then it is justified. I think perhaps the only day we hear the owl hoot fills just born in the big cities of us will know what it? Later I found that the men in a daring much smaller than we imagined.
Wuxie the HYDRAT.
No streams, had heard the gurgling sound of flowing water, and inward and distant, as if the desert rains since the Tuoling Sheng. Approaching the river, the river was found Blanchir to brightest, large and small, soft-rock mess goose shop in the river, occasionally saw one or two small fish from a crevice in the fast slip past. So bold boys tease the high pants, took off his shoes into the water. In the boys led them around the corner and we are beginning. A step by step, towards the river, this river was actually so cool and crystal clear, I clearly see in the water Jiaoya. 1, 2 ... ... the small fish slip past our feet, looking at a grasp, Ju Qi Wang is just one clean water only. Finally caught a fish, little fish are very clever - "wind," that they look again fled to the water, well, small fish and sometimes a little smarter than the people are still呀.
This is like a river Bi-yu, soft like silk, soft touch about water, there have been a tiny ripple, like the fairy on the day of yarn woven into a charming and moving. Rafting and, on behalf of the paddle with feet, feet to draw a Road ripple. Dim rooms seem to hear that someone is playing the "Mountain and Flowing Water", sounds leisurely triumphantly, vague, Akira ran between the two seems to see the figure who trained the elderly man was Ming kept trained fragrant tea, and that music is from their slender fingers in the pouring out of music. "The clear qin melody on and listen to the song cold. Though I love old melodies, modern people more than bombs." Although I have frequented between the high mountains, but how is that the city's hustle and bustle throwing it?
On the shore, they saw the clumps of Taohua Lin. The hearts of a switch majors: "Mo has come to the 'Tao Huayuan'?" It is to be the one poem: "Peach Blossom Face form a contrast red", I have never seen a more beautiful than that of the peach blossoms. Mountains, water, bridges, people, heaven is not a good polish on the Vice-natural pastoral landscapes! You are still alive Wu Daozi stance may not be able to draw such a harmony of a painting, not artificial. Others dotted with mountains, bridges accompany flowing water, with was so natural, not even the slightest affectation. "Takada 2 Mai House San-ching, Bangshui Teita green fallow. Taoxing Mitsumura spring looks, Ta Ge Guo Qingming vertebral drum." Elegant simplicity of the place so, how willing it destroyed? At this time I would prefer to forget the way the distance of the.
Real Wuxie are those five waterfalls, ancient Chinese literati had poems here. "Ryongchu diarrhea fifth leaks, swept past the snow flying Chiaki", no better than that "Fei Liu Mashimo 3000-foot" bad bar. This waterfall is only 5 did not bring my little impression, if given the chance will go to see the mountain Look at that water, that peach ... ...
Author: huangbei
