Lyric prose on a trip to Xinghua

When I left home, it was raining non-stop. I checked the weather forecast and it said it would rain in Xinghua.

It took an hour’s subway ride to reach the departure meeting point. I simply closed my eyes and thought about what was on my mind. Are sisters beautiful? Can they accept me, a latecomer? What do mountains look like?

The rumble of the subway broke the silence of the city at dawn. The fluorescent lights flashed in front of the car window. With luck and curiosity, my thoughts followed the car...

The phone rang, and Sister Feixue's crisp voice came from it. Voice: "Hua'er, where have you been?"

This was the first time I heard Sister Feixue's real voice. I said with a little excitement: "Sister Feixue, I've arrived at the station. Just come out."

Sister Feixue spoke calmly and firmly, "Hua, I'll wait for you at Exit 3."

My heart was moved by "Hua." "The words stuck in my heart, kind, sincere, and warm. The "timidity" in my arms flew away with the wind. An inexplicable force pushed my body, and I ran out of the platform...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. I calmed myself down by the roadside, and Sister Feixue was waving to me. Ignoring my image, I quickly ran to her side. Sister Feixue pointed ten steps away and said: "The mountain is there."

I turned around and saw a gay man in a black coat and white glasses smiling at us. I quickly stepped forward. I went and shook hands with him and said, "Hello, Gaoshan. Nice to meet you!"

Under the introduction of Sister Feixue, I met Sister Pingju, Sister Mary, Jingjing and Zixin. Shake hands and chat with the sisters one by one.

Sister Feixue said to everyone: "Hua, this is my first time to participate in an event. I hope you will take care of me."

Warm and rhythmic words, in this late spring day, There was a bit of warmth inside. Warm atmosphere, the most beautiful encounter...

The bus moved forward rhythmically, and there was a burst of singing and laughter in the bus...

The tour guide told us, Today’s first attraction is Xinghua’s “Water Park”. The second stop is the "Qianduo Rapeseed Garden" that we are looking forward to.

After leaving Nanjing, the rain gradually lightened up.

After three hours of travel, the rain stopped and the wind came.

The clouds were blown open by the wind, revealing a few gaps, and a few weak beams of light entered the car.

People were pleasantly surprised. In the rainy season, after several days of wind and rain, they finally had a temporary respite. The speed of the car slowed down, and the big words "Water Park" in the distance became more and more clear from blur...

Water Park, as the name implies, is a garden of water.

When you walk into the door, there is no obvious feature of "water", and all you can see is a patch of light black plants.

The tour guide told us that the name of the tree is "Metasequoia". It is named because it is planted near the water...

There are many cedar trees, and there is a forest on the left. Right into piece.

The sky was blocked by the cedar trees in the garden, and the clouds seemed to cover the treetops. The wind blew through the fir trees, and the dark forest looked cold and gloomy.

Rows and columns of cedar trees separate the water system into natural waterways. The water surface is quiet and traceless, and the cedar trees are reflected in the water, cutting the water surface into two rows of black battlements that look like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River...

The reflection of the thick clouds in the picture is natural on the water surface A white water belt is formed, making it difficult for you to tell whether it is the sky or the road in front of you...

After walking across the wooden bridge, a spacious road stretches into the distance, boundless as far as the eye can see... .

A few soft chirps of birds broke my thoughts.

Looking up suddenly, an egret jumped lightly from the branches of the fir tree to the branch of another tree, while the other spread its wings and jumped steadily from the branch to the ground. Perhaps noticing the pedestrians stopping, the shrewd egret groaned, made another "sudden" sound, and then rushed towards the branches of another fir tree...

White feathers, black fir forest. The white light flashing in the forest was unknown, whether it was the photographer's flash or the egret's spread feathers...

Without the brightness and flyingness of the poet's "A row of egrets ascending to the blue sky", the egrets The soft chanting walked through the lonely forest, and the sad singing penetrated the heart and spleen...

He stopped and held his breath. People couldn't bear to break the tranquility of this moment. ....

The black cedar forest is the habitat of egrets. Lonely, cold, bleak, and full of glamour. If we meet a great poet, maybe he will write a quatrain that will be passed down from generation to generation...

After walking through the wooden pavilion, we boarded the Timber trees in the water.

The chops moved along the water, leaving ripple marks of varying depths...

The fir trees stood on the shore and quietly passed by us. As I passed by, I suddenly remembered something.

Turning around, an old man wearing a blue cloth coat, a straw hat, and a wrinkled face was slowly and rhythmically pushing the bamboo pole in his hand into the bottom of the water. There was a slight ripple, and the pole was gently lifted again...

The gentle movements and peaceful expression were a kind of satisfaction from the heart...

The wind is picking up, my heart is chilling, and my heart is craving for farm food.

The restaurant is on the water side. On the river bank, under the tent, is a simple cupboard.

Walking into the restaurant, there are four large round tables covered with white tablecloths, simple and clear.

The chefs are overwhelmed, and the waiter is my grandma.

Since it is a farm meal, fish, meat, soy products and vegetables are indispensable.

Braised fish, Qianzhang braised pork, tofu, fried shrimps with onions, green vegetables, cucumbers, fried eggs with leeks, potato soup, etc. Red, yellow, white and green are the most original natural colors and the most essential and simple style and spirit of country people in full bloom on the dining table...

The wind is getting stronger and stronger Big, at this time, we want to go to the rapeseed flowers even more...

Walking into Qianduo Rapeseed Garden is like walking into the "Yellow Flower Island".

Looking around, the field ridges are long.

There is no road on both sides of the field, only yellow flowers swaying in front of the eyes. The green stems and branches set off countless yellow petals, and the golden cauliflowers are swaying in the gusts of wind, as if they are calling to the passing crowd...

The sisters can't help it.

The half-covered elegance in the rapeseed flowers, the beautiful unrestrainedness in the sea of ??flowers, the classic and implicit stage steps, the boldness in the meteor stride...

Ten steps One scene, hundreds of steps, several shadows. The sisters couldn't wait to be among the flowers.

People are drowning in the rapeseed flowers, and black dots are dancing in the sea of ??yellow flowers...

A ignorant wink, a colorful scarf flying, a The special figure and the sisters in the rapeseed flowers; there is also a moment, warm and bright smiling face caught in the sea of ??flowers... Pictures

Elegant, Broad, subtle and unrestrained, accompanied by the naturalness and simplicity of rapeseed flowers, every scene and every click of the shutter records the image of the most perfect combination of man and nature in the "Qianduo Rapeseed Garden"...

The cruise ship around the island came and we got on the ship.

The boat is passing through the water, and the wind blows through the collar, making people feel chilled.

Boats passing through the rapeseed "island" often pass by each other, leaving you confused about the direction.

The boat moved slowly and arrived at the shore.

In the sky, gray-black clouds lowered, as if they were about to press on the rapeseed flowers that filled the "island".

The raindrops are like silver needles pricking into the water, and the withered rape petals are floating on the water.

The short flowering period is originally a sigh, but it is also gratifying, because withering, the next flowering period will surely usher in the gestation...

The wind blows harder and harder, and the flower spikes sway in the wind. , they are nodding to the ships passing by in the wind, because they are the most beautiful flower spikes on the island...

Goodbye, Xinghua Qianduo rape flowers, goodbye to the next flowering period... ....

The trip to Xinghua started in the morning rain and ended in the night rain...