There is a difference between morning and evening.

More than 20 years ago, Mr. Wang's second brother went to Taiping (Huangshan Taiping) for business. After gaining a foothold, his family moved here one after another. The two brothers have a good relationship, but the second brother always has little time to go home because of business ties, so we travel back and forth between Nanling and Taiping every year. First take Qingyang along Nanqing Road (Nanling-Qingyang), and then turn to Huang Tong Road (Tongling-Huangshan) until Taiping. Later, Longmen Tunnel was completed, and Jingxian became the first choice. Not to mention shortening the distance and saving time, but the scenic spots scattered like pearls along the way are also worth taking a walk in Jingxian County.

Jingxian County belongs to Ningguo Mansion in ancient times, with many hills and criss-crossing mountains and rivers. With the protection of mountains and the nourishment of streams, generations of Jingxian people have thrived here, living by mountains and water, and gradually formed unique ancient residential villages, which have derived historical stories with individual humanistic feelings. Taohuatan is the location and witness of a touching historical story.

People with a little experience should be familiar with this poem "Peach Blossom Pond", and people with a little culture should be familiar with this poem. However, after going back and forth several times, Taohuatan is always just a landmark that attracts my attention. How many times I passed her by, and how many eager eyes were included in a glance. Subconsciously, I always don't want to meet her as a passer-by, like an affectionate person who doesn't want to wronged what he loves in his heart, insists on legal marriage and unveils her mysterious veil. ...

The opportunity finally came, and several teachers of the photography group met to go to Taohuatan to collect wind. I immediately agreed without hesitation. Travel in dog days, the heat can be imagined. The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon is still powerful. Sitting in a car with poor refrigeration effect, you can feel the smell of hot sweat from time to time. Although the sun is oppressive, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the line of sight is transparent, which can distinguish the distant mountains and rivers and even a tree. The picturesque journey is not long. After more than an hour, we stayed in a local restaurant at Qiaotou, Taohuatan.

In the evening, after an hour's rest, we set foot on Taohuatan Bridge. At the moment, the sun is a little sharp, and the wind blowing from the river brings the coolness of mountains and rivers, which drives away the heat when the sun is smeared and soothes the kisses of tourists exposed in July. Standing on the bridge in the wind, I reached out to catch it and embraced it with open arms. However, naughty as the wind, I swam from my hair and spun from my skirt. It makes you feel its existence wholeheartedly, but it makes you unable to touch it at all. If so, did you abuse the guests in Wang Lun so naughty thousands of years ago?

Walking off the bridge, we began to walk along the swimming pool. At this time, the edge of the sun fell again. After a day of pale clouds scorched by the scorching sun, I began to dress myself up on the natural dressing table on the pool surface, blushing and orange-red, as beautiful as a fairy's colorful clothes, blending with the indigo and faint sky blue in the distant mountains, and changing my clothes in one second, which was unpredictable. I don't know who parked a boat by the pool. This time, the ship seems to be tailor-made for this magic mirror. It stopped there quietly, patiently waiting for the guests who were about to leave by boat ... The ripples caused by the wind added a touch of mystery and charm to this poem. Taohuatan is like a peach blossom at the moment.

Along the bank aisle paved with large and small stones, we continued to take pictures as we walked. Some stones have been laid all the way to the pond, which on the one hand consolidates the embankment and on the other hand facilitates the daily washing of local residents. Sooner or later, I can see them squatting on the stone and waving to wash. Look, there are some residents washing clothes at the water's edge! Around them, there are old people and children chatting and playing. This scene is full of fun, and the combination of people and scenery is beautiful. We rushed over at once, and the applause started. Facing the photographer's flash lens, they didn't avoid it as usual, and they wouldn't refuse to shoot dirty words, showing the simplicity and indifference of the residents in the scenic spot. Photographers who are good at chatting up quickly became neighbors with them, and some photographers came here several times to make friends with the subjects like old friends. At this moment, the setting sun has dyed the horizon red, the sky and clouds hover over the lake, and a vibrant twilight picture of Peach Blossom Lake comes into view. The simple and natural washing posture adds a quaint and agile charm to Taohua Lake.

Compared with the brilliance of the sunset projection pool bottom, the color of Taohuatan in the morning is much dimmer. But many tourists who come here will choose to stay here for one night, and the secret is in the morning. In order to uncover the mystery of Taohuatan in the morning, we also arranged accommodation and set foot on Taohuatan Bridge at dawn again at four in the morning. The wind that lingered all night completely drowned out the summer heat, and now it means autumn wind rustling. Three or five figures were faintly visible on the bridge, and all the people in the same trade leaned over to look under the bridge. Then he shouted in disappointment: There was no fog this morning! As soon as I heard this, I quickly opened my eyes and searched on the water. Indeed, there is nothing on the calm water. "yes! How can there be no? " I can't help but agree in disappointment. It turns out that the secret of Taohuatan morning lies in the morning fog that permeates the river. Taohuatan is located in the upper reaches of Qingyi River, which is a section of the river between Zhai Village and Wan Village. Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the river has a large temperature difference, and it is easy to form a fog cage on it. What is even more peculiar is that the morning fog in other places is sometimes influenced by climate and season, while the morning fog in Taohuatan is lingering all the year round. One to two, the morning fog in Taohuatan has become her most attractive highlight, and it is also another label for people to gather here. So how can we not be surprised that there is no fog this morning?

Embarrassed, we began to walk along the riverside tunnel to the scenic spot. The water level is much lower than last night. (In order to facilitate flood control in rainy season, Taohuatan will release water at night in this season, so as to make a certain water level for Chencun Reservoir, the source of the upstream, so as to release water into the pool the next morning. ) The calm lake is lazy like a sleeping woman. With the dawn, I looked up again and was overjoyed. I don't know when this woman put on a white gauze, which surprised you. It turns out that advection fog started to be on the river near the scenic spot at a certain time, and the fog became thicker as it went in. This fog is first applied to a woman's forehead like a white powder, and then hung on the lotus root arm like a misty gauze. If so, the pavilions on the other side have hidden cornices, leaving only a rough outline for people to imagine. I think, Li Shenxian must get up early with a hangover every night, otherwise, the morning mist in the Peach Blossom Lake might have been famous all over the world with his passionate poems! I fell in love with the morning mist in Taohuatan at first sight, and I was a little anxious. I just feel that my vision is not enough, and my peers have long since disappeared and I don't know it. When I caught up, another wonderful fairyland appeared in front of me like a dream.

I saw a piece of mist hanging low on the edge of the pool like a veil, and the bamboo raft hovered there word by word. The front end of the bamboo raft is inclined, echoing the old man sitting firmly at the back end of the bamboo raft. The old man looked intently at his fishing net and seemed to be sorting out some fish that had just been put online. The faint morning breeze pushes the foggy color, making the old man looming. The flashing shooting on the shore didn't interrupt his concentration on the harvest at all. This focus has the detachment of Liu Zongyuan and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, the indifference of Jiang Ziya's straight hook fishing, and the nature of ordinary people begging for food in the water. This time, man and nature skillfully merged into an ink painting, which was breathtaking. At the moment, I can't help but believe that each of those famous Chinese painters, Dan Qing, has such a real scene as a footnote, even worse. The old man was satisfied with the harvest this morning. He put it away as soon as he saw it, and the bamboo raft slowly drove out of our lens. At this time, another ship broke through the fog in the distance, and the boatman

The ship kept shaking its oars and quickly left the water for an unknown distance. This quiet action can be called the pen of morning songs in Taohuatan, which adds infinite charm to her.

At this time, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun shines on the top of the mountain, reflecting the fog color like liquid snow, making it have its own light color, and the cliffs and castles on the other side of the mountain present charming scenery. Then the liquid snow slowly disappears in this light, where the sun shines, the fog disappears invisibly, and Peach Blossom Lake slowly unveils its mystery in this fading morning fog, thus slowly opening her noisy and enthusiastic day …

"Li Bai was going by boat, and suddenly he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. Poems celebrating the Millennium often arouse people's homesickness like ripples in the Peach Blossom Pond, and a hymn about friendship is always sung on both sides of the Peach Blossom Pond.