When the red and purple are about to fall and the grass is not fragrant, hold the stick to the pool at the beginning. It is better to look at the flowers than the leaves, and the green shadow helps to

When the red and purple are about to fall and the grass is not fragrant, hold the stick to the pool at the beginning. It is better to look at the flowers than the leaves, and the green shadow helps to dispel the meaning. It is meaningful to reflect poetry and shadows.

Red, purple and falling grass are not fragrant,

It is suggested to take a stick to the pond at the beginning.

It is better to look at the leaves than the flowers.

Green shadows are meaningful.

Luo Song and Looking at Leaves

In May, spring is long gone. In May of this year, in a chilly wind and cold rain, I "endured countless roads of red dust and endless grass" and realized the significance of "what is the greatest sadness and joy in life, that is, welcoming the spring to bid farewell".

This trip to Chenzhou revived my gloomy and messy heart. In the process of shooting, you can struggle out of many obstacles and feel the meaning of life in the green of nature.

Chenzhou Tian Fei Scenic Area belongs to Danxia landform. As it is not the tourist season, there are few doors. For me, sparsely populated is more suitable for shooting. It's just that it was late in the morning when I got here, and the light was very strong, so it was difficult to shoot excellent works. However, in the "walking in the green smoke", there is another style to appreciate the leisure of "sunny and beautiful scenery".

The creator's uncanny workmanship is unpredictable, which makes me addicted to it and lose my way. I pay special attention to the green life between "the cliffs surround the wild and the barren people cut the scars".

On the Red Cliff in Yan Dan, nothing grows. However, that unknown young tree can take root in barren cracks. Only a little soil, a little water and a little sunshine can make life so tenacious, endless and lovely.

The east wind is blowing, and the reeds are dancing lightly. In the distance, there is a family on the boulder, which is more and more lonely in the faint sound of cicadas in early summer. Perhaps, "the dust is unbearable", this is the paradise. I am "very lonely and embarrassed" in the mountains far away from the noise. After all, I have been depressed for a long time

I walked slowly, silently thinking about my own thoughts, and unconsciously, I was left behind by my fellow travelers. I am in no hurry, because not everyone can appreciate the pleasure of "walking in the moss and standing in the shadow of the Woods"

The mountain road is getting more and more rugged, and the path is covered with thick residual red leaves. I stood by the side of the road and had a rest. One or two butterflies are dancing in the flowers, and one or two bees are busy in the flowers. Faced with this picture, I am thoughtful. Perhaps, it is no longer appropriate to describe the scene at this moment with "people are left alone, butterflies fly with the flock".

Recently, in addition to photography, I am also obsessed with the poetry of Tang poetry and Song poetry. In the process of walking, my mind is constantly changing the picture described by the poet, searching for the scenery in front of me from time to time, and searching for poems that match the scenery in front of me in the memory of poems. Maybe someone will make fun of my pedantry, but I am addicted to it and enjoy it. There are many kinds of happiness, and this way of thinking is just one of my happiness.

In the vast sea of poems, my favorite poems change with different periods of growth. Young and vigorous, I love the lofty sentiments that will never return; This year, I am not confused, but like the subtle and graceful taste. Recently, I suddenly found many poems suitable for my own mentality in Song poetry, which are exquisite and energetic, fragrant and cold, and have a meaningful aftertaste. Among them are poems written by Luo.

Luo and his career were bumpy and he devoted himself to Taoism in his later years. I have always loved the knowledge of Zhuangzi and Zhuangzi, and I have a relaxed attitude towards life, and take pleasure in it. After a recent period of tempering, "I feel that my mind has won a little, and I gradually have a clear poem and spleen." It seems that I am not far from Luo's mentality.

Everyone has different views on the interest rate of fame and fortune. I have long been tired of chasing money, fame and status. My mind has become simple now. Looking at flowers is flowers, looking at water is water; People's life, the so-called seats, tickets, wives, children, houses and cars, seems to be colorful and beautiful scenery, and its essence is a mirage. In the end, it is empty. Why should I stick to it and can't extricate myself?

Only the mood is your own.

The mountains turn around and shine at the moment.

Deep in the bamboo forest, it suddenly became clear. There is a quiet pond here. Across the pond, in a green ocean, there is a little girl in white, running happily on the shore. Such a picture gives me a refreshing feeling. I raised my camera and fixed this beautiful scene permanently.

By the pond, in the shade, "cicadas and swallows are in harmony, and the pool surface floats." Although there are only a few scattered lotus leaves and no lotus flowers in the lotus pond, the scenery is still charming.

Leaf shadow mottled, flickering; Lotus leaf field, dripping green; Lotus stems are thin and handsome, dancing elegant tango on the clear water. The nameless grass by the pool, though not commensurate with the safflower, is still charming.

Flowers are easy to fade, and only simple and ordinary green life is the most permanent.