Poetic Xiaoji

? Xiaoqian Town is located on the eastern coast of Hui'an. It faces the sea to the east, south and north, and borders the narrow strip of Qili Lake in Jingfeng Town to the west, forming a peninsular topography. In the south, it forms an angle with the Chongwu Peninsula, forming a large harbor with the Taiwan Strait looking to the east. There are scenic spots such as the Dongshan Acropolis during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty and the residence of Prime Minister Li Wenhui of the Southern Song Dynasty. In 2012, it was awarded the seventh batch of provincial ecological towns in Fujian Province.

One early morning in winter, a few of us made an appointment to go there. The car drove straight along the coastal channel. It was very cold all the way, but the warmth in the car really felt like home. "We're almost at Xiao'i!" someone shouted excitedly. I was suddenly awakened from my sleepiness and hurriedly looked out the car window. The scenery outside the car window was fascinating. On the side of the road, the waves were as white as snowflakes. , the place where the sea and the sky meet with white mist, seems to be rushing for a feast, so unscrupulous, so impetuous, so uncontrollable, the waves chase one after another, like a group of urchins, with full smiles, naughty Throwing myself on the beach at the seaside, it was my mother's arms. Thousands of piles of snow rolled up, blooming like flowers in the poet Su Zi's pen, majestic and majestic. I suddenly looked up and saw, where did those group of urchins go? I can’t help but be surprised by the vastness and breadth of the sea!

? After several twists and turns, we arrived at Xiaochuan Beach. What impressed me was that the turbulent sea waves I just saw suddenly became as quiet as a virgin. It was a piece of sapphire-like sea water, what a sapphire washed with clean water! The blue is deep, the blue is dark, the blue is like the tears of a mermaid, sad and decisive; the blue is like the eyes of a lover, clear and bright, with deep love.

The morning sun comes as expected, just like the deep and kind gaze of grandma. The sky is colorful and mottled, a charming scene. The sun shines through the clouds, with a faint yellow halo and warm light, warming us. body. There is a golden layer on the blue sea surface, "a rising sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red." Let me imitate the creativity of the ancients and regain the poet's style back then. ah! For many years, I have been looking for the beautiful scenery in the poet's eyes. I actually "can't find it anywhere without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it." I truly understand the artistic conception in the poem.

? On the clean beach, a few fishermen who got up early dragged their nets and wore plastic clothes. They faced the sky and their backs to the sea, looking up at the sea and walking backwards, slowly, but without losing the poetic feeling of plowing the sea. deep feeling. Looking at their leisurely and contented expressions, I couldn't help but envy their working conditions. It was a bit like "catching fish on the sea and leisurely watching the morning sun". "Let me come too, okay?" I said a little begging. "Okay, come and give it a try!" I followed his example to experience the joy of being a fisherman. Unexpectedly, when I got into the water, I was just like a duckweed in the water, staggering around and drifting with the current, let alone harvesting. Some of the seafood are fresh. It turns out that seemingly simple and carefree movements are not easy to do well. As the saying goes: "Every line is like a mountain", it is true.

At this time, a "rustling" sound came from the fisherman's bamboo basket. It turned out to be crabs that just wanted to crawl out and were about to move. If you look closely, some of them had already climbed into the bamboo basket. Half of the wall, some people just climbed up and fell down hard again, their sickle-like claws dancing in the air. Some are pulling each other, you lie on my back, and I pull you off again, enjoying it endlessly, looking so naive that it makes people laugh.

When we walked from the beach to the shore, the roaring sea breeze blew. The white three-leaf electric power-generating windmill on the high mountain spins in circles with the power of the wind. I seem to see a steady stream of electricity flowing to distant factories, schools, villages... Today's technology is really green and environmentally friendly, and I am amazed at the wisdom and cleverness of people.

Xiaomi is a poetic place, and it is a hot spot that generates creative desires. Stand on the tall windmill island by the sea and wander under the electric windmills. Suddenly, I had the inspiration to write a little poem: In the corner of the sea/Kite raised high/Following dreams/Walking between sea and sky/Traveling through wind and rain/Facing the rising sun/Sending away the sunset/Reluctant to leave Day and night/The longing in my heart/Poetic and picturesque/Empty and clear/Full of vitality/Infinite vitality/comes round hope/comes round blessings/comes round luck.

When we left, someone suggested to visit the Xiaoji Art Museum. The Xiaoji Art Museum is located in the old Qili Lake Salt Fields. It was renovated and expanded on the basis of a chemical factory. The building is mainly made of steel structure. Drawing on the architectural style of stone houses in southern Fujian, the stone walls are wrapped in concrete, with the sea in the distance and the sound of the tide faintly audible. The roof is covered with tiles paved with wind stones, and the courtyard is formed by an arch bridge, corridor, and exhibition hall. The space adopts a symmetrical black and white interior. The style is simple and simple. The artistic conception of the Chinese garden has endless stories about women and the sea. You can also hear the sonorous footsteps of the Quannan men fishing in the sea and the cry of not succumbing to fate.

Poetic Xiaoji, please inspire me and give me the courage to go to more distant places.