Prose is hazy.

In early summer, I went to Xia Ya in Jiande, Zhejiang. It's really because of my preference for Fog in Xia Ya and my poetic pursuit of Night Sleeping in Jiande by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty. The image of poetry and painting brought me from the lingering Suzhou to the ethereal Yanzhou. ...

The water of Qiandao Lake, across the mountains, flows lightly to Xin 'anjiang, with clear water and smoke all the way. The water of Xin 'anjiang River flows zigzag when it passes through Xia Ya Town.

On the way to Xia Ya, the mountains on both sides of the strait are winding, full of mountains and green waters, and a small river flows slowly. There is always an irresistible charm that tempts the eyes of passers-by, making people linger and unwilling to leave.

Xin 'anjiang has always been a paradise for poetry and ancient rhyme. Although there are countless beautiful ancient villages on both sides of the river, the purpose of this trip is to go down the cliff. The journey is not short, and it takes 4 hours to drive to Cheyenne.

It was evening, and the setting sun seemed to converge a lot. The riverside is green and clear, pure and soft. I thought it was a little hot just now, and the cool breeze blowing from the river seemed to bring people back from early summer to very cool and pleasant late spring.

Xia Ya has a rich and profound history and culture. Xin 'anjiang flows eastward here, but it is blocked by Pingshan and turns south. In the era of water transport, it was one of the main berths for ships coming and going. Because it is located on the bank of Xin 'an River and under Pingshan Mountain, we take "elegance and water trace" from the jade piece. Meaning, call the pier the next cliff and the village. As a place name, the earliest written record can be found in "Xiayapu" in the Ming Wanli's map of Jiande County in Yanzhou. This town is named after its residents.

At first glance, at the end is the endless and leisurely stretch of Qingshan in the distance. Nearby is a clear and watery river surrounded by green trees and dotted with three or five white-walled farmhouses. As the sun sets, the afterglow behind the green hills shines on the water, leaving a golden glow. The lush green mountains and waters are covered with a beautiful twilight against the sunset glow. This scene naturally reminds people of Bai Juyi's beautiful sentence in Ode to Mujiang, "A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red".

At sunset, because a fisherman named Tang Linglong was not arranged to pose as a full-time model, the scene of "dancing in the sky" and the dreamy scene of "fishing boats singing late" were not photographed.

The next morning, thinking of the strange fog in Xin 'anjiang, we went straight to the river under two tall ancient camphor trees. A boat is quietly moored in the shade of a tree, and there is a slender wetland bank covered with water plants and green trees. The green trees on the embankment are reflected in the water, fresh and elegant, without any noise.

The dawn of Xin 'anjiang is so quiet, except for a few alarm sounds of cicadas, frogs and birds, you can almost hear the gentle swaying of reed leaves.

When they reached the river, several village women were washing clothes by the river. The water surface is like a mirror, the scenery is like a dream, the breeze blows, and the fog on the lake rises with the wind, which casts a veil over the farmhouses and green trees on both sides of the lake. Everything is hazy, like a natural muddy ink painting in China.

In terms of scenery, Xia Ya is just an ordinary landscape of Xin 'anjiang, and there is nothing too brilliant. However, the strange fog in Xia Ya surprised me. The fog after the rain, everything in the world, mountains and streams are all in a dense, if not, this is of course beautiful, but after all, it is common, not surprising, the strange fog in the valley next door is the fog on a sunny day.

The secret of this strange fog lies in Xin 'anjiang Reservoir. The water temperature of the river discharged from the dam bottom of Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station is kept at14–17 degrees Celsius all the year round. The temperature difference between the river water and the air condenses into steam, which inadvertently causes unpredictable river fog in the downstream of the dam. Especially in summer, the temperature difference between the river water and the air is large, and the twilight in the morning is easy to form on the river surface.

Looking out from the trees standing on the shore, clouds of white and soft fog in the middle of the river, like clouds and Feiyun, like yarn but not yarn, hung on the river close to the crystal water surface of dark green, slowly floated and spread, and gradually gathered into a series of graceful and restrained milky fog curtains.

Ge Changgeng, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Water Town Fog": "The light is still green and green, and the river wind blows like rain and turns scarlet. From the water, it still looks like seeing a screen in the curtain. " Although the morning mist is not as spectacular as snow and lingering as rain, it shows endless elegance and gentleness, leaving more room for people to express their true feelings, like a poetic dream and a blank space in a painting.

Thick and faint water mist, the surrounding peaks, villages, Woods and aquatic plants are hidden from time to time, just like a faint ink painting. This picture is not static. As the fog changes, the picture is constantly changing. Villages, mountains, Woods and banks along the Yangtze River ... sometimes appear and sometimes disappear, really like fairyland, more like cardamom girls, showing shyness in ambiguous feelings.

The water is calm, without a ripple, and the towering green hills in the distance fall into the gentle embrace of the vast smoke waves on the river. The water in the morning is like a cicada. There happened to be a boat in the river passing through the reflection and morning light of Daishan, and the poem "Sailing on the blue waves, people traveling in a world of pictures" flashed through my mind.

After a while, the river seems to be more open under the sunshine. The blue sky is flowing, and the reflection is on the clear and bright river. The clear water of the whole river is golden and flows tirelessly and quietly. The same time and space flow, two different natural scenes, conjured up a variety of Xin' anjiang elegance.

A dazzling light shines on people's faces through the veil of mist. The fishing boats drifting and wriggling on the smoky river have gone far away, but my thoughts are still immersed in the situation of "green bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, bamboo, rain and rain" and I don't want to go out.