Xingping Mountain is picturesque and the Lijiang River is sparkling.

When I was still wearing a red scarf and thinking about school meals all day, the Chinese teacher took pains to explain He Jingzhi's Landscape of Guilin to us. When I wore a Chinese school uniform and cheered without waiting in line after school, the slightly philosophical "I'm going to Guilin" floated around the campus. Guilin, a place mentioned by Chinese teachers, geography teachers and even history teachers. Han said that she was "the blue ribbon on the river and the jade hairpin in the mountain", and Du praised her for "the five mountains are hot and she likes Guilin alone."

Guilin is really an unforgettable name.

Time passed, but I had no money or time, and gradually forgot the Guilin dream, until one day my four-year-old baby pointed to the cartoon waterfowl in the picture book and whispered, "This is the mother of cormorant Perot." Cormorants, Lijiang River, Guilin, only at this moment ignited the desire that has been buried deep in my heart. Hand over the work, pack your bags, and visit Guilin on a beautiful and fragrant April day in the paper-end ink of childhood.

It was a lazy afternoon to abandon the ship and drive to Xingping ancient town in Yangshuo, Guilin. Different from the hustle and bustle of Tang Xi ancient town and Lijiang ancient town, Xingping ancient town is as quiet as if the wind were still. Blue brick tile, a deep alley in the ancient city, walked slowly along Qingshi Road, and only the sound of luggage wheels came from my ear. This is a clean world far from the world, gently embraced by the mountains. In front of the house, a flower cat half squinted, enjoying a pleasant late spring afternoon, and an old man selling water chestnut in the corner not far away also squinted and dozed off. Everything in front of me seems to be a cycle of hundreds of years, and time seems to be fascinated by this vast fairyland on earth, stopping the pace of rushing forward. A misty rain, a lifetime of vicissitudes, no prosperity, no loneliness. Every brick and tile is a story, and every grass and tree has long looked down on human emotions.

Passing through the deep alley of the ancient town, my eyes suddenly opened up. Due to the early arrival of the flood season, yellow ripples have appeared on the Lijiang River, and the beautiful scenery of Luo Qing around Jasper has been slightly discounted, which is less beautiful, but also more generous. Rows of bamboo rafts docked on the shore, waiting for the water level to subside. Really tired, I rented a tricycle at the dock and took us to the hotel in Egendi Village. Settle down, take a short rest, rent two bicycles from the boss, and take my baby daughter for a walk in this ink landscape painting.

There are bursts of fruits floating on the banks of the Lijiang River, and a bright orange figure is hidden under a large dark green leaf. The breeze brought a little damp coolness, and also attracted the rustling of orange trees. The orange figure suddenly shook her head, as if singing a happy' ballad'. Several banana trees are mixed in it, staggering, leaving a few strings of green fruits on the trees, just like suddenly rising notes. There is an inconspicuous dirt road hidden at the junction of the orchard. At the end of the path, there are several houses scattered in the arms of the mountains. Mencius once said, "We look at the green trees surrounding your village and the light blue mountains." That kind of cheerful mood, even after this thousand years of time and space, will not decrease. It's a pity that I'm just a passer-by here, and I don't have any old friends to talk about Sang Ma with my teacup in my hand. You can only follow the beautiful scenery and continue all the way until you reach the river. The excited daughter shouted again: "Mom, look, there are two big birds." Following my daughter's finger, I saw two cormorants on the roadside who keep pace with the times and have been fishing for a living. Under the sparkling Kuroha, a pair of blue eyes with gods are also watching us warily. After paying ten yuan, my daughter happily took a group photo with Mr. Perot in her mind.

Abandon the boat and go upstream along the Lijiang River like the Yellow River. When you get off the boat, you can see the classic of Guilin Mountain-Jiuma Painting Mountain. Sitting on the shore, listening to the gurgling sound, carefully looking for the sight of nine horses on the cliff. There is a local saying: "Look at Ma Lang, look at Ma Lang, ask how many pairs of horses you have, look at the second place in the seven-horse list, and take a fancy to the nine champions." Once again, I deeply proved that I am ordinary, except for marveling at the wonders of nature. I recognized several horses only by imagination. Call the baby and let her have a look. The little guy is even more puzzled, alas! It seems that this kind of good thing can't be forced.

Twilight rises by the river, and the sun pulls the shadow too long to go back to the original road on the other side. I don't want to go back to the hotel so soon and continue to walk in the direction of the ancient town. I was talking and laughing with my husband, and suddenly a few words flashed in front of me-20 yuan background observation deck. Get off the bus and go to the river to find the bad terrain. When the familiar paper beauty suddenly appeared in front of us, there was no secular spirit of yellow and white things, and some were ethereal, ethereal, elegant and ancient. As the sun sets, the water waves churn, birds fly high, and the peaks are scattered and spread out layer by layer. Light fog, such as silk, rises gracefully, a green belt is born around the river, and the dark green brush strokes gradually fade from near to far. Facing the flowing water, the birds on the mountain are whispering, and the green islands in the middle of the river are like pearls falling from the Yaochi. What a quiet and elegant ink painting, the people in the painting can't stand impetuousness and impatience. Peace of mind is like water, as if you have integrated into this landscape. The sunset soon set, and the sky was only dark purple and purples, leaving only a thin layer of red in the blink of an eye. Frogs in the fields are getting louder and louder, and the wind is blowing at night. Suddenly I feel that the painting style in front of me has changed. The landscape painting, which was originally beautiful to the extreme, has a somewhat mysterious and strange feeling, and gradually the distant mountains are hidden in the night.

After dinner, I took my daughter back to the hotel. The little guy is chewing fruit happily on the balcony, listening to his beloved fairy tales and adding a few words of his own thoughts from time to time. My husband will lovingly wipe the juice from her mouth. I really like this comfort.

Guilin is no longer just a word in the ink at the end of the paper for me. Guilin, a slowly spreading landscape, is hard to describe even the national player Dan Qing. Guilin is a beautiful and refined poem, and no amount of exquisite language can describe its charm. Guilin, only when you have been there, can you understand what "the most beautiful scenery is on the road", while Guilin, only when you have been there, can you understand what is really "haunted"!