Fu of loving father Ping tian hu

South of Wanjiang, at the foot of Jiuhua Mountain, there is Chizhou City! Enjoy the reputation of a thousand-year-old poet and be good at the beauty of an ecologically livable city. Have a big hand, win in the city; The lungs of the city are called Hirata. Huiwan River springs, holding thousands of hectares of flowers and waves; Dressing case, goddess, has become the spiritual water of Pinghu.

After twists and turns, the soup is vast. The Baiyang River winds in the south, the Qingxi River winds in the west, and the Qiupu River crosses in the north and flows into the vast Yangtze River.

Beautiful lake, full of weather, islands like pearls, surrounded by islands and bays. Free and unfettered world of mortals, as if between fairyland. There are sunny and rainy days, and the scenery is different; Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the scenery is infinite.

The songs are sunny and the seagulls are flapping their wings. Wild flowers are in full bloom on the beautiful shore, and silver rainbows are in the blue waves. Diving scales jump and splash on the water; Good birds sing and play the music of reeds and grass. Beautiful women with partners, smiling at beautiful wooden houses; Literati and men of letters are in droves, wandering in the grass. In the dark night, the lights are crimson and the water is neon; Looking at the evening, the bright moon is like a mirror.

If it rains, the water and the sky are connected and empty. Three or two tender, leisurely; Thousands of splash, poetic. As soon as the sun rises, the morning light shines. On the road around the lake, men and women in summer sunshine are exercising and singing loudly to the morning fog. The setting sun is brilliant, the sunset glow reflects the water, and the golden waves overflow the scales. Leisure is a quiet guest, taking pictures or hanging on a pole. Then let the son of downtown wash away the noise and dust; I realized that life is really interesting and I care about the coast of mountains and rivers.

In spring on Lake Ruofu, the water is as blue as the sky and the grass is as green as smoke. Peach blossom flies away, burning its brilliance, blooming and spreading; Miss Liu, hanging its green, dragging her silk and brushing the shore. This is the dance of flowers; Guan Guan Tea Tea is a cuckoo in every leaf. Close couples, taking pictures by the water; Wandering in Weng Bay, the road is gentle. The breeze blowing on my face makes me feel fragrant and refreshing; The sweet songs are soft, and the beautiful sounds pluck the strings. ?

If Xia Feng blows gently, the lake will be cool. Beautiful trees are shaded, shaking the shadows on the curved river bank; The mountains are green and the setting sun shines in the blue. And Shenggang branch are covered with thousands of trees. Lotus Yao is clear and has a variety of customs. Call a friend, a small town woman, riding a bicycle on her feet, which is very fast; Swimming in Apollo, beating water and waves. ?

I especially like the crisp air and rippling water in autumn. Frost forest drunk, maple leaves blush; Jin Ju holds a lamp, while Dangui offers incense. Green duckweed floats in Tianjin, while Polygonum cuspidatum invades the shore. Where does the beauty live? Gulls and herons are graceful, longing and soaring. The shore grass is covered with frost beads, and the moon between the lakes is heavy. Elegant people are friends, they express their feelings; The curtain is on the ground, it is screaming and suppressing.

In the third winter, the snow fluttered, the mountains were still green, and the water was cooled rather than frozen. Plate the branches with broken crystals and decorate them with dazzling beads and dew; The vast cold wave in the cage created a beautiful Qiong Yao. Flowers never die, and birds never die. The trestle is flying and practicing, and it wants to dance; Luo Daoyin is wrapped in plain clothes, and Yingying sells Meng. The water is as dark as sleep, but fortunately there are swimmers who cut the waves; The embankment is as white as a blanket, which makes tourists happy and surprised. Suspected of stepping into the celestial world, I like to forget and worry about worldly dust; Afraid of fleeting wonders, I smiled and took pictures.

Different colors in four seasons are endless. There are beautiful scenery around, I hope it is touching. From a distance, the green hills are all green, and the screen faces east; Qishan is rugged and towering on the side. Moon Lake is full of cranes and birds, and Wanghua Building is full of beautiful images.

I especially love Peach Blossom Island. Scarab Island is like scarab worshipping Jiuhua. Lotus platform lotus lies in the water, and the plank road bridge plank road is on it. Prince Zhaoming once fished in Guichi and praised the beauty of the fish. Li Bai, a poet, travels at night and praises water like a horse. The city is charming because of the lake, and the lake and the city set each other off; The wonderful scenery is beautiful and charming, and this place is a flat sky.

Pinghu, a prosperous lake, refuses modern elements and grows in a primitive state. The Lijiang River is as beautiful as a miracle, but the West Lake is not so interesting. It's really a jade pool in the sky, a paradise on earth, and it stops when you look at it; Being in it, I am as happy as a fairy and dare not swim.

(Yi Fu Chinese New Rhyme)

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