The Beauty of Xin 'anjiang Prose in Qiongyao Wonderland

Xin 'anjiang originated in Huizhou, Anhui Province, also known as Huigang. Gather thousands of streams, collect hundreds of rivers, climb mountains and mountains, rush to the west of Zhejiang and flow into the upper reaches of Qiantang River. Clear water and misty waves all the way, green mountains and green waters, known as "strange mountains and different waters, chinese odyssey".

When I traveled to Xin 'anjiang in summer, I took Moon Bay Hotel as my stop. This is a four-star hotel with 14 floors, elegant and quiet appearance, located in Baisha Town, Jiande County, and 10 km away from Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station Dam. It happened that I was resting in the river view room, neat and spacious, with a small balcony and a view of the Xin 'anjiang River close at hand.

Xin 'anjiang is beautiful and elegant, and is famous in the south of the Yangtze River. The mountains on both sides of the strait are winding, the peaks are beautiful, the Woods are green, and the mountains are green; A river of clear water flows slowly, like silk and satin, soft and charming, fascinating, and worthy of being a beautiful landscape gallery. The mountains are green and the water is green, as if only green is left, a pure green world. Some people admire: "I don't know whether the mountain soaked the river or the river soaked the mountain." People go to Xin 'anjiang, and even their eyes are dyed green. "This statement is really true!

The water in Xin 'anjiang is green and clear, pure and soft, and crystal clear regardless of depth. Whether in spring or winter, it is as bright as a mirror. Many poets and poets have expressed their feelings here: Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty said, "The lake crosses a wide hole and the river flows into Xin Anqing. "The poet Li Bai's Qingxi clears my heart, and the water is different. "Excuse me, Xinanjiang, what is it? The man seems to be walking in the mirror, and the bird seems to be flying in the screen. Crying to the dead orangutan, wandering sadly far away. Shen Yue, a scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty, said, "A hole is as deep as it is shallow, and there is no winter and spring in a mirror. Thousands of people write trees, and a hundred feet see scales. "When Yu Dafu, a talented scholar in the Republic of China, stayed in Tunxi at night, he also wrote a song" Sleeping at Tunxi at night ":"Xin' an River is full of water, and people on both sides are scattered like boats. A few nights under Tunxi Bridge, heartbroken spring scenery is like Yangzhou. "

Time flies, the sea changes, but Xin' anjiang is still clear. This is a national first-class water body, clear and transparent, with visibility of 9 to 14 meters, which can meet the drinking water standard without any treatment. A little sweet "Nongfu Spring", a household name, is well-known, and its water source is in the upper reaches of Xin 'anjiang River.

Of course, going to Xin 'anjiang depends on the water, but it depends on the fog. If you ask me what scenery I am most attached to in Xin 'anjiang, I will not hesitate to answer "white sand strange fog", which people call the soul of Xin 'anjiang.

When I woke up from my sleep in the morning, everything in the town was silent, as if I were still asleep. Thinking of the "strange fog" in Xin 'anjiang, I quietly walked out of the guest room at dawn. Strolling on the Rainbow Bridge across Xin 'anjiang River, the cool wind is blowing head-on, which is warm, fresh and refreshing.

In the early morning light, I looked out from the railing and there was fog in the middle of the river. Clouds of white and soft fog, like clouds and Feiyun, like yarn and like non-yarn, curl against the dark green crystal water surface, slowly float and spread, and gradually converge into a series of milky white graceful "fog curtains", which are illusory and flutter on the river, and the wide river surface seems to be divided.

After crossing the Rainbow Bridge and walking along the river, you can see that the endless fog and haze are still rising on the river. The clouds are steamed like cotton wool, as thin as gauze curtains, as white clouds, as layers of waves. In a short time, the tall and rugged pier of Baisha Bridge in front is almost submerged in the misty white fog, leaving only a long bridge deck, just like

At this time, a light small awning boat suddenly "broke through the fog" under the bridge and floated on the river. It turns out that fishermen are leisurely casting nets to catch fish. This hazy scene composed of blue sky, green water, white fog, small bridges, fishing boats, fishermen and other elements looks so distant, ethereal, quiet, graceful, so dreamy and amazing! I couldn't believe my eyes and stared blankly. In front of you is a beautiful and ethereal ink painting scroll, whose artistic conception is like lyrical notes, like meaningful poems, pure and refined, lovely and moving, making you relaxed and happy, and your imagination wandering. In the face of the hazy "half river fog and half river water", I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, but I can only mutter to myself: there is no such scene in the world, and it is clearly a paradise for Qiong Yao and a fairyland on earth!

Continue to stroll along the river, a pavilion in the Lu Yu and a neutral stone tablet are engraved with the four vigorous characters of "White Sands and Strange Fogs" inscribed by the famous calligrapher Sha Menghai. After watching it for a while, I walked out of the pavilion and saw clouds curling along the river, the river was misty and rippled, and the clouds were reflected on the river; The white walls and tiles on the shore are shadowy, and the distant mountains and green hills are hidden from time to time. Elegant and beautiful lakes and mountains, one scene, one painting and one painting, are filled with graceful charm of Jiangnan everywhere. Many people stopped by the river and praised "beauty" in unison. They held up their cameras and kept shooting this beautiful fog in the "click click". It seems that they came after the fog like me. Everyone has a love of beauty!

It is said that the "white sand strange fog" is particularly spectacular when the wind force is lower than level 3 and the air pressure is lower than 1020hpa, but this magical sight can not be seen casually. Although I chased the fog all the way in the morning, I still missed the most magnificent strange fog in the legend, but I was lucky to meet such a charming and soft fog scene. I was fascinated and drunk.

When the afterglow of the sunset smeared the red river surface, the fog gradually melted and the river surface seemed to become more open. The blue sky is flowing, and the reflection is on the clear and transparent river. The clear river is glowing with golden light and flows tirelessly and quietly. In meditation, I suddenly wondered: Why did the literati of past dynasties only praise the clear water of Xin 'anjiang, but not the strangeness of fog, leaving countless poems praising "clear water" but not lamenting "the strangeness of fog"?

Later, I asked the tour guide to know that the "strange fog" did not exist since ancient times, but was a "modern wonder" formed after the construction of Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station. Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station was fully completed on 1965. The dam with a height of105m makes the mountain lose height and the peak becomes an island, forming a large reservoir with a storage capacity of 178 billion cubic meters, named "Qiandao Lake". When the cool lake water gushes from the sluice at the bottom of the dam, the average water temperature of the river above the dam 10 km is about 15 degrees Celsius. In the early morning or dusk, the temperature difference between water and air is very large, so it condenses into steam and forms dense fog. Often the greater the temperature difference, the more dreamy and fantastic the fog is.

In order to better experience the "three wonders" of "clear water, cool air and strange fog" in Xin 'anjiang, we decided to take a boat tour. In the evening, I arrived at the dragon boat pier upstream. Unfortunately, several teams beat us to it and watched all the dragon boats carrying them down the river. The host made an exception and agreed to drift at night for fear of our disappointment.

After dinner, at eight o'clock, we came to the dock again. There is no moon, no starlight, and night hangs over the river, giving off a dark light. With this faint light, we put on life jackets and filed down to sit on the dragon boat. The dragon tail of this dragon boat is beautifully carved and brightly painted, which is very vivid. The dragon boat can sit 14 people, with paddles and power. The most reassuring thing for everyone is that the ship is also equipped with a professional helmsman.

Several dragon boats competed at the same time and ran straight to the middle of the river. The river is black, and the banks are also black, which makes it extraordinarily quiet. In the dark, everyone paddled and shouted in unison, which was magnificent. But after all, they are all weak scholars with little tenacity. After three axes, they were exhausted and retreated, letting the dragon boat go down the river.

Some interesting people want to have a water fight, but when they see that the river is so cold at night, they dare not play any more. A brave colleague tried to put his hand into the river. When the time reading was less than 100, he shouted that he could not stand the cold. At this time, I realized that Xin 'an River winds eastward, just like a huge natural air conditioner, which contributes to the unique local microclimate. No wonder the river is so cold, the wind is so cool and the fog is so charming.

Wandering on the Xin 'an River in midsummer night, it is about 6 kilometers from the starting point to the end point. I don't know why, but I didn't encounter the expected river fog all the way. Everyone felt sorry for missing the strange fog, but I was glad that I had walked alone in the morning and quietly enjoyed the dream and charm of white sand fog.

The dark and quiet river is empty, only the river is beating against the ship's rail. I put down my oars and sat quietly in the cabin, listening to the cool breeze, letting my thoughts wander, feeling tired and refreshed. I really want to indulge in the deep night for a long time and look forward to the long road ahead.

The dim town is getting closer and closer, the river is brightly illuminated by colorful neon lights, and cheerful music slowly flows into my ears, as if it were a feeling of returning to the world. At the urging of the helmsman, it was time to go ashore. We reluctantly left the dragon boat and bid farewell to a river and clear water.

Goodbye! Xin 'anjiang, a fairyland in Qiong Yao. I am just a passer-by in this summer resort with "clear water, cool breeze and strange fog", but its water, wind, fog and elegance have left a long coolness in my heart.