Idle clouds and time in autumn in Zhangye

Zhang Guo communicated with the western regions with open arms. This is Zhangye, a pearl on the Silk Road in Hexi Corridor. The former poem said: "I don't want to see the snow in Qilian Mountain, and I mistake Zhangye for Jiangnan." It can be seen that the scenery in Zhangye is pleasant.

To say the beauty of Zhang Ye, the cloud thinks autumn is the most beautiful. From the Millennium to the autumnal equinox, the autumn value of Zhangye is getting higher every day. After the cold dew, it suddenly exploded to the extreme, stunning and suffocating, no!

Just like many beautiful cities, there is a lake that makes people linger. West Lake in Hangzhou, Shichahai in Beijing, Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, Cuihu in Kunming and Daming Lake in Jinan. Zhang Ye is no exception. There are three big sister lakes in Dew Bay in the north of the city. They are called Yanran, Yunzhong and Juyan respectively.

? Juyan is Xixia language, which means "flowing desert". In the Dongpo era 900 years ago, Zhang Ye was the seat of Guoguo Temple in Xixia established by the Tangut. Today, the temple is still well preserved, and Sakyamuni Buddha is peacefully nirvana in the majestic Hall of Heroes.

Autumn in Zhangye, not to mention the mountains in the depths of Yanzhishan are all red and the layers of forests are dyed, but autumn in Chengbei Wetland Park and Dew Bay Scenic Area is sultry and charming. It will amaze your eyes and make you fall in love crazily.

Dew Bay is near Heihe River. Ten years ago, it was a rocky beach and a mining field. Now, it has become a charming autumn gallery. Three sister lakes, of different sizes and shapes, are arranged in a trapezoid. The black river flows into Yunzhong Lake through Yanran Lake, and finally falls into Juyan Lake, the lowest place, from Xieyu Waterfall.

Surrounded by a walking path by the lake, there are green grass and autumn flowers in rows. The high embankment between lakes is very wide, and the ravine above is very shallow, and the grass is full of flowers. Planting tall trees and shrubs such as poplar, red willow, fir, pine and cypress, torch tree in Xifu, and rare tree species such as forsythia, ebony and begonia that have never lived in Zhangye before.

All kinds of vegetation are layered, and it is green in spring and summer. Every late autumn, the cold wind blows and the vegetation is dyed. In the soft autumn sunshine, the leaves are colorful and dazzling.

On a clear autumn day, the sky is clear and clear, and Wan Li is far away. Under the blue canopy, it seems to be a series of oil paintings with heavy colors, and it seems to be a beautiful and charming Grimm fairy tale.

Take a stroll along the pedestrian paths around Juyan Lake, Yunzhong Lake or Yanran Lake in the afternoon of autumn wind and sunset, or in the sunny morning. Autumn is overwhelming. The wind is blowing in Lin Qiu. Leaves are everywhere and trees are golden. Looking up at the clear sky, blue as washing. Look at the lake. It's blue from top to bottom. Dongpo's ci, "the sky is yellow, the leaves are autumn, the waves are cold, the smoke is green." This artistic conception is vivid.

Walking on the forest path, you can clearly hear the sound of fallen leaves. The wind blows through the Woods, and the leaves rustle like a moving hymn; The change of summer purple sunset is like a beautiful photographic painting. If spring is the season of flowers, then autumn must be the season of leaves falling. In the autumn of Zhangye, you will find that every leaf is brewing her most beautiful figure in the quiet beauty of time.

If you are a person who believes in fate, if you are an imaginative person, when a leaf falls and hits your head gently, you will definitely think of the romantic story of the fluttering leaves in the Han Palace and the flying girl in Shu.

Bundles of reeds stood by the lake, and Shuimei came lightly in plain clothes. Far away, it seems like a peerless Iraqi who came out of the book of songs on the water side, and her clothes are fluttering, which makes people want it.

Rows of golden flashing Yang Shulin, pieces of red-leaf torch trees, dotted among pale green conifers and other miscellaneous trees, look colorful as a whole. Some trees are covered with bright red brocade from head to toe, as if wearing a gorgeous long skirt, which makes Zhangye's autumn intoxicating like wine and gorgeous and enchanting like a lady.

? To listen to the autumn sound, it is excellent to go to the wetland in the north of the city. The ancient Ganzhou "half-city reed tower", the Ming Dynasty poet Guo Shen said that "there is water and clouds in the north of Ganzhou, and every late autumn, I see the Yellow River". The north of the city is a scenic spot for old literati and business travelers to watch the autumn wind on the reed. According to the cloud, this is the best Ganquan Pavilion standing in the Luhai.

In Qing Dynasty, Ma wrote a poem in Ganquan Pavilion, "Looking at willow branches downstream, stepping on the moon and climbing the stairs step by step." I am proud to bring wine into the park. I abandoned my drunken pillow several times and smelled the sound of running water. Today, in the north of the city, Zhangye National Urban Wetland Park has been built. Thousands of acres of open water. There are many streams, springs and lakes in the park. Every late autumn, reed flowers bloom and sway with the wind, just like thousands of white clouds falling into the world, looking like snow, which is spectacular.

Walking on the winding wooden plank road, or standing in the oasis pavilion in the vast reed sea. Cloudy afternoon, or breezy evening, watching the wind blowing reed waves, one after another, surging left and right.

Listening to swaying reeds and rustling reeds, like waterfalls falling from distant mountains, like rain at night, like countless encroachments, like tidal sand, like ice flowing in valleys, like humming, like crying, lingering and sad.

The reedy autumn sounds remind people of the drunken tears of Yancheng and the sad songs of Chu Zhang. The more you listen to it, the more you feel that there is a great sadness between heaven and earth, which makes you feel as if you are in a deep and tragic parting, infected by a subtle and unspeakable autumn, and you can't help but feel dejected and heartbroken.

Listening to the sound of autumn reeds, sometimes a sad sense of desolation rises from my heart. It seems to tell a sad love story slowly, just like listening to Braisaz Farmer, Catrau Fair and Casablanca quietly at night. My soul is quiet and safe, and there is a wonderful sadness circulating in my body for a long time.

? On a sunny autumn morning, the wetland in the north of the city is blue, crisp and snowy in autumn. At this time, lean against Ganquan Pavilion or Yanfei Pavilion, or any corner of the independent wetland, and look around. Qilian Mountain in the south is covered with snow, just like Yaotai.

? Close to the north, on the towering mountain, the sky shines and the clouds change at will. Looking around, reeds are swaying everywhere, light and elegant. As far as the eye can see, the stream winds and hides. Roadside pavilions, Banqiao plank roads and waterside pavilions and wooden pavilions are just scattered in the meantime, which has a unique charm.

Occasionally, we can see the ethereal figures of tourists in twos and threes in the depths of the pale reed flowers, and the resulting vehicles slowly pass by, carrying tourists from afar to sightseeing bus. In a person's time, autumn is quiet and beautiful.

As the sun sets, on the Qinghongqiao Bridge in the bay next to the Independent Sisters Pavilion, thousands of silver candles are dancing against the light, all of which are bright silver. On the left is a crane, and on the right is the sunset, small bridges and flowing water, and Bixi Danshan. Think of Shen Zhou's poem "Clear water and red hills reflect sticks and quinoa, and the sunset is still in the west of Xiaoqiao. In this case, Yu Yun just lacks a stick and quinoa.

With so many courtyards, which is more beautiful, Bihu Qiu Shu in Green Water Bay or Lu Hua Xue Hai in Chengbei Wetland? This reminds the cloud of Zhang Ailing's cinnabar beauty red rose and white rose. Neither cloud wants to let go. So, in the years when Zhang Ye wandered in the sun, the clouds moved back and forth from east to west, in order to see the absolutely different beauty between them.

This autumn seems particularly charming and beautiful. Living in the city for a long time, secular affairs bother me, and I have no time to go out of the city for many days, almost missing the autumn. /kloc-one afternoon in late October, the clouds came to Dew Bay, as if they had entered a colorful ocean.

Sitting on a rock by the lake of Yanran, watching the autumn water and the sky are the same. The breeze caressed the water, ripples came round and round, and the nearshore disappeared silently. Behind the cloud, in a golden poplar forest, four young people wearing black T-shirts, sunglasses and cockscomb heads surrounded a big brown horn. One of them is holding a microphone and singing the same song over and over again.

"Sister, you are my man, and I forbid you to marry someone else's house ... There are thousands of good people in Qian Qian in the world, and I am the most suitable person for you ..." The affectionate song floated through the Woods in the quiet autumn afternoon sunshine. Youth can be so unrestrained, unrestrained. A couple walked hand in hand romantically through the sutra drying platform, and crossed the Buddha statue of Tang priest Amitabha with their hands folded. Both inside and outside the world of mortals are actually practices.

Zhang Ye's Autumn is both literary and romantic. Yellow weeping willows in Green Water Bay, smart chrysanthemums, clear autumn water, passionate autumn rain, yellow leaves fall without wind, and cold insects in the grass sing silently. Wandering alone in the forest path, watching the vegetation wither, feeling the beauty wither, the past is far away, and there is nowhere to pursue, which makes people feel a kind of leisure and a trace of melancholy.

In the sunset, an old woman with white hair, red sweater, black trousers and her hands clasped her knees sat quietly under a green elm tree, looking at a row of golden Yang Shulin not far away. Autumn grass and cold forest, in the sunset, that touch of golden spread, quiet and cold, as if to experience the perfect color of life to the extreme, solemn.

In the bright morning, tourists are weaving, the breeze passes through the light and soft sunshine, and the lake is quiet and beautiful. A young couple with children took pictures of their children, and a pair of girlfriends traveling together walked through the clouds talking and laughing. The mountains in the distance are like moths, the lakeshore is like gills, the afternoon is like wine, the water surface is like satin, and the poplar leaves are like gold. Sitting in front of a blue wave, the grass and trees are reflected, the Shui Mu is bright, the fish swim in the shallow water, and if you take a breath in class, the clouds will be fascinated. .

That weekend, Huang Yun was in the wetland in the north of the city. I saw ducks playing in the crane shadow lake and swans dancing gracefully in the vast smoke waves. Tourists stand under the pavilion in the lake and take pictures of waterfowl with their mobile phones.

On that day, the cloud strolled on the winding sightseeing plank road in the wetland. Stepping on the pond, I looked up and saw reeds, which rippled on both sides, refreshing. The autumn water in the bay is crystal clear and the reeds are clean. The breeze is blowing and the water is rippling. Reed is swaying in my ear, and the sound of rustling is slowly heard.

? I didn't mean to listen, but one or two ducklings chirped from the reeds deep in the smoke waves, as if talking in the wind. A group of white swans gathered on a floating island made of dead wood in the lake. Some were singing in the sky, while others were painting feathers. Suddenly, they entered the water one after another, lined up, slowly slid across the wide water surface and swam to a row of waterfront plank roads on the shore. Their silhouette in the afterglow of the sunset, from a distance, looks like a canoe of even size, picturesque.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The west sea is poor in mulberry fields, weak in water and black in river. A leopard cannot change his spots, and history is gone. Looking back at the long river of years, from the letter written by Li Ling to Su Wu, the cloud can still clearly see autumn scenery in Zhangye two thousand years ago: the autumn wind is bleak, the vegetation is shaking, and the wild goose is heading south, which is desolate and sad.

In those days, in Wang Ting, the land of Xiongnu, Li Ling described in a letter to Su Wu that "the land of Xiongnu was frozen with snow, and the soil beyond the Great Wall was frozen and cracked into pieces. In the bleak September and autumn (October in the solar calendar), weeds wither and fall, and you can't sleep at night. When you look closely, Hu Jia's voice comes one after another in the distance, the whine of the herding horse, and all kinds of voices are intertwined and ring in all directions. " Sitting alone in the morning, I couldn't help crying. "

Finally, Li Ling said, "Hey, Qing Zi, what does Ling care about? How can you not be sad! " This is the scene and inner feelings of autumn in Saibei when Li Ling just came down. Zhangye, a frontier fortress at that time, belonged to the Han Dynasty, but it was adjacent to Saibei, and its autumn scenery was not much different from Saibei.

Autumn in Zhangye is not what it used to be. Politics is clear, and autumn colors are generally clear. When you are frustrated in the general life of Liling, when you are covered in clothes and proud spring breeze, take a walk in the autumn of Zhangye. Water and sky are the same here, and the wind and smoke are clean.

In the autumn wind, the reeds are swaying and rustling. In the twilight haze, we can see the beautiful scenery of "Lonely Qi Fei in the Sunset" and feel the breadth of "Autumn waters grow together, and the sky is the same color". At this time, if you enjoy it with your heart, eyes and ears, the worldly dust on your face and the troubles in your chest will be swept away.

As Yu Dafu said in Autumn in the Old Capital, "Autumn is always good wherever it is." Autumn in Zhangye is the best. Its beauty, broad-mindedness, and special temperament and charm make people wander among fallen leaves and flowers, knowing that the fading of life is like the passing of a fallen leaf, impermanent and short. So that people often maintain a humble mood. Also let people know the beauty of nature and life, so as to cherish time and life more.

Zhang Ye's autumn sometimes makes the cloud feel like Mona Lisa's eyes and smiling mouth, natural, peaceful and demure, with an indescribable beauty and calmness. Autumn in Zhangye is always different from autumn in other places. "There are beautiful women in the north, but they are independent after death." At first glance, it is refreshing and reminiscent of the cloud of Fu Fei, the beautiful goddess in Cao Zhi's heart.

Also let Yun miss Qu Yuan's gentle, affectionate and graceful female ghost in the mountains. She walked vaguely at the corner of the mountain road, "being taken care of by Li Xi." "'Beautiful eyes, beautiful smile. "Du Heng is headed by Shi Lan Xi." Graceful figure, graceful figure. There is a primitive and mysterious beauty.

Autumn in Zhangye is a warm and beautiful side hidden in the depths of the years. After dinner, on weekends, go for a walk in Dew Bay, sit on a bench and look at the lakes and mountains. At this time, the years are quiet.

This is the peace and leisure in life. In the warm autumn afternoon, take a casual book, make a cup of tea, drive to the wetland in the north of the city, read a few lines and listen to the autumn sounds alone in vast expanse. Even for a while, you will deeply feel the unparalleled comfort of being away from the hubbub and being in nature.

Autumn in Zhangye is not as dry and cold as spring, as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter. It has the most beautiful appearance in a year: the quietness of the Heihe wetland, the magnificence of the snow-capped mountains in the canyon, the beauty of colorful Danxia, the vicissitudes of the Great Buddhist Temple and the desolation of the Gobi Desert.

The charm of autumn in that colorful color is slow and short, long and mika. Zhang Ye's autumn rhyme is not like porridge in autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, nor like dry steamed bread in autumn in the north. Just like Zhang Ye's special food, it is unique and unique.

I remember a netizen said: If you love someone, take her to Zhangye for a walk in autumn, where the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn will definitely make her fall in love with you deeply and unforgettable. If you hate someone, take her for a walk in autumn in Zhangye, where the wind is light and the sky is far away, all the resentment and hatred in your heart will be alleviated. This is autumn in Zhangye. (Zhang Ye Zhai Yun 20 19 autumn).