Pack my bags and lyric prose.

When I miss my bow, I polish myself into a sharp arrow that can be shot into the distance at any time and put it on the full bowstring.

That lazy weekend afternoon, I began to quietly pack my bags that were also lazy in the corner.

Folding umbrellas, pills, bread sausages, mineral water, and even washed and picked green onions, cucumbers and bean paste.

In fact, these are masterpieces of handsome and tasteful.

The sun set again after the rain. The westbound train shuttles through the gray mountains and plains, transforming the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Tangwang River into a soothing pastoral symphony with a long and melodious pastoral melody, which reminds people of picturesque childhood.

It was a hot afternoon in July.

Zhazha's train laid eggs on this poetic green pool and abandoned us. We are not only a little disappointed, but also at a loss.

People flocked to the family hotels run by railway workers, except us, all of whom were urban white-collar workers and couples who had an appointment.

This is the only place where you can stay here. Because Lvtan is only a work area of Suijia Railway, there is only one commuter station all day.

In the small shop, some photos like Chun Xue are very conspicuous, all of which are based on local scenic spots. They are very beautiful, but they are not in harmony with simple houses.

When we learned that we were all photographers, the little boss named Lao Ba immediately became much more enthusiastic. He also said that many photographers from other places come here to live and take pictures every year.

When we are still sighing at the hurried footsteps of the sunset in the mountains, the cowbell has shaken off the stars all over the sky. The night breeze in mountainous rural areas is warm, frogs are clamoring and fireflies are flying, which is quiet and distant, and it is easy to give people too much leisure to think. This is a long-lost fairy tale world.

Sleeping on the distant siren, I gradually fell into a strange dreamland: I dreamed of rhubarb dog in the yard, a small fish wandering by the river, and Wang Laoda was fishing in the river with a water fork and a net on his back.

Remember the fog that morning. At three o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by urine and went to the toilet by the railway. Looking back, I caught a glimpse of the mist at the first bend, which spread along the Cui Yong River. I think the mountains, trees and villages on the other side are already ethereal and an axis of ink painting.

It was in my dream that I searched for her thousands of times, and when I looked back, it was in the dim light.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I ran back to pull the pig's head. The three armies, large and small, rushed out of the city in the dew and sleepy eyes, sweeping the mountains and rivers with one shot.

When I came back, everyone had hundreds of pure and exquisite pictures in their cameras, and after a wonderful addiction, it became the eternal theme of that trip to the Green Pool.

The beauty is far more than that.

Wang Laoba's daughter-in-law, the squint cook, is a good cook.

Whenever we climbers and swimmers are tired and hungry, we can hear the melodious symphony of a spoon cooked in a big iron pot in the yard, and we can smell the attractive smell from a distance.

The white smoke rising from the kitchen was shouted by the chef to the tourists while eating.

Sitting on the dining table, there will always be a table full of scrambled eggs from Huang Chengcheng, fried fish from Susu, stewed mushrooms with wooden chicken, shredded pork and fungus. Pour another glass of beer and take a sip with cold water from the well. I forget what year it is tonight.

That time, I also tried AA consumption in a trendy way. Bao Han takes care of the accounts, and spends 30 to 50 yuan for three meals a night. He really feels the benefits and simplicity of the villagers.

That night, the sunset glow painted half the sky into a beautiful oil painting on the other side of the ridge.

What a good song, clouds chasing the moon, mountains singing late.

At this time, in the quiet twilight, the setting sun is shining on a pair of beautiful flower umbrellas on the lying cow stone on the peninsula in the upper reaches of the river.

In the flowing Yuanyang River, a couple is winding the romance of love into a beautiful scenery.

Boy, I stopped him with a smile when he was peeking at the camera.

A gentleman is even good for virtue. As the saying goes, a ship is built in a hundred years, and a pillow is built in a thousand years. This is the fate of past lives, so why go on a honeymoon.

When we left the Green Lake that day, we met again: when the maple leaves are falling and the mountains are blue, we must take some more photos of autumn scenery in the Green Lake.

Later, I heard that Cong,, and have been there, but because some things at home have not been done, there is a faint regret.

Back and forth.

Wandering in the beauty and tenderness of the green pool, I am not only deeply touched: there may never be a lack of beauty in life, only our discovery and pursuit, and sometimes it is just a turn around, a look back, a little impulse or excitement of teenagers!