Bamei Town's reassuring prose

Xinduqiao is called a photographer's paradise. When we drove hopefully, we didn't see the most beautiful layer of forest completely dyed yellow because of the season. I have some regrets in my heart, but I have to leave in a hurry.

A row of tall and straight poplars flashed by. We are still disappointed, and a rape flower appears in front of us, golden in color, and it is happy to let go. Suddenly, we had the spirit, immediately took out the camera and kept flashing. Along the way, you can see such flower fields one after another, or near the sides of the road, or overlooking the rolling mountains. After our car passed a fork in the road, the scenery in front of us was so beautiful that we held our breath. Surrounded by rows of green hills, a piece of flower field is connected into a sea of flowers. This sea of flowers winds from our eyes to the foot of the distant mountain. Dark green hills and golden flowers are dotted with red huts. Such a beautiful mountain village lies quietly among the green hills and trees, and such a picturesque mountain village is far away from the noise of the world.

I don't know how long she stayed here silently. But I'm used to seeing a bustling city like a dream. When I first saw her amazing face and faced such a pure place, my heart immediately became clear. At this time, the world is spotless and the wind slows down. Occasionally, a crisp bird song echoes the sound of nature. The wind gently brushed the petals, and the flowers stretched in the wind. What shakes me is my lost dream.

An asphalt road winds through the small village. We set foot on this path leading to the depths of the village. At this time, the original gray sky, the clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a clear blue mirror. White clouds are graceful, and her graceful figure swims in the sky. Rape flowers are spread in front of us, and layers of fresh and distinct yellow are unfolding one after another. At present, it is soft and delicate yellow, and when you look around, the yellow gradually deepens; The sea of flowers in the sun is bright yellow, so pure color is enough to shock the soul, so unfocused bloom is enough to make the soul wander here. I stopped to look up at the sky, close my eyes and feel the flowers in the air. The past and the past have become floating clouds in the fleeting time.

We strolled leisurely on the path. The unknown wildflowers on both sides actually bloom by themselves. Clusters of white flowers are in full bloom, and delicate flowers gather into flower balls; On the ridge, blue and purple wildflowers bloom in the east and west. Stars are like clear stars scattered on the earth. Two birds flew over the fence with graceful posture, flapping their wings gently, chirping twice, crossing the sea of flowers and drifting away. There is a woman working in the field, regardless of us passers-by. I think she has been used to this quiet mountain village for a long time, but she is not surprised by our surprise.

There was an explosion of Sanskrit in the depths of cauliflower. A resplendent temple sparkles in the sun. It is the temple of collectors-Hui Yuan Gomba, Gulianhua Temple. A row of white Tallinn, red walls and golden roofs. Light a butter lamp in front of the Buddha, turn the prayer wheel and bow down devoutly. A flower, a grass, a mountain and a stone between this aura-filled heaven and earth all follow the reincarnation of previous lives.

In this quiet country, my heart suddenly opened. Not only after wading through mountains and rivers, but also in the face of her lotus-like jade capacity; What's more, I am troubled by dust. At this moment, my heart can be stable, and my heart has never left.