Stunning Jiang Xiaodong

Stunning refers to the most beautiful color in the world, generally refers to extremely beautiful women, and is rarely used to describe scenery.

I've been trying to find a suitable word to describe Jiang Xiaodong's fantastic "wonders" these days. In the end, I think only "stunning" is the best match for this charming landscape.

Every April-June,165438+1October, whenever the sun rises or sets, between steep and winding canyons, on the narrow water surface of the Jiang Xiaodong River near 10 km, a layer of thick and thin white fog will curl up. When the sun rises, the clouds are steaming and hazy, and the beauty is a bit unreal. It is said that films of foggy Dongjiang River were not allowed to take part in the photo contest for many years.

Jiang Xiaodong's stunning appearance is similar to that of Rime in Jilin, both of which are "temperature difference effect". When Dongjiang Power Station generates electricity, the water in Jiang Xiaodong is pumped from the bottom of the dam with a depth of more than 65,438+050 meters. The water temperature is kept at around 8-65,438+00 degrees all the year round. The water is hot in the morning and cold at night. The huge temperature difference and the lush vegetation on both sides of the river stored enough water in the air, so this picturesque fog overflowed Jiang Xiaodong.

Before dawn, I walked slowly to the riverside plank road with a flashlight. Although it is July, the wind is cold and cold. I wrapped my coat, put my hand on my mouth and breathed the hot air. Mr. Wang found an unobstructed place around and set up a tripod and camera. Before half past five, there were many people on the plank road.

The sky is slowly turning blue, and the mountains and villages on the other side of the river are faintly visible. The clouds rising in the ravine slowly poured into the river. In the dim night, canoeing broke the tranquility of dawn and soon disappeared into the fog, and everyone on the plank road was waiting for it.

I heard someone say, "Attention, coming, coming!"

I searched for weeks with my eyes wide open, but found nothing.

I can't help asking, "Which way?"

"It's in front of you on the left."

Sure enough, there is a boat on the water, and the fisherman's hat and hands are rowing slowly on the bow, and it is still foggy around. Only in the dense forest on the other side, several tall old trees stand in the fog, and everything becomes so vague, mysterious and profound.

With the passage of time, the blue in the sky gradually becomes pale, and the distant sky shows a faint red light. The morning fog on the river suddenly became much clearer. It's really wonderful to clear the sky after a long wait.

However, the fog seems unwilling to disperse, and the faint fog slowly gathers from the river and soon begins to diffuse. A breeze blew, and the white fog danced freely, and the graceful dance was like the ying ying sleeves waved by Luo, the goddess of the East China Sea. Looking around, I saw clouds floating in the sky, leaving only a hazy silhouette in the rolling mountains.

When the sun rises slowly from the other side of the mountain, the red sun passes through the Woods in the mountain, forming countless overlapping but extremely clear rays that directly hit the river. It is like a gorgeous light show, without a director, dancers and actors, but nature presents itself at will, which is an unrepeatable beauty.

As the sun rose higher and higher, more and more white fog was dyed golden, and the canoe stopped in that golden light and shadow accurately after pulling out the fog. The fisherman turned around, slowly took out the golden fishing net from the cabin and skillfully threw it into the air. Shadows swaying in the distance, boats nearby, fishermen behind fishing nets, wandering in the clouds in the sky, are a beautiful landscape painting soaked in the river.

The boatman slowly put away his fishing net and rowed the boat to the trestle. Another net fell and a beautiful arc fell into the water. On the sparkling water, countless strings of gems are scattered in the lake, like stars in the sky scattered around the ship. There is nothing but beauty.

The sun continued to climb the mountain and then set on the treetops in the blink of an eye. The Woods became a little blurred in the golden light. The rising water mist and the fishermen on Wu Peng's boat were frozen in the light and misty fog, and I felt half on earth and half in fairyland. That's great.

No one is talking around, only the shutter sound of "dadada". When I arrived in bridge three from Bridge 2, I don't know who cleared the fog, leaving only a clear and wide lake. It seems that the golden fog that just curled up and floated gently on the water is always an illusion, just like Baoyu strayed into a dreamland and woke up with nothing.

I once again returned to the haunted Jiang Xiaodong River, but everything in front of me felt like a lot of things.