Fengsha Lake Travel Guide Fengsha Lake Travel Notes

Fengsha Lake, located in Tongling City, Anhui Province, is a scenic spot with extremely natural characteristics. The water quality here is very clear and the ecosystem protection is quite perfect, which makes people feel a little relaxed and comfortable. Here, I would like to share with you the travel strategy of Fengsha Lake.

Tired of the cement forest in the city and the noise of the city, my friend invited me to visit Xiafeng Lake in Dongxiang, which was like a foreign voice and left in a hurry.

Cars run along the hillside like screens, spread their wings in the air like kite stones, and the jagged green of bamboo forests and the romantic red of mountain flowers pass by.

Brief introduction of Fengsha Lake:

Fengsha Lake spans Wuwei and Zongyang counties. Take Wuwei and Zongyang's 20-acre mouth as the boundary, and reach the mouth of Longwangshan. The water quality has reached three categories. Since the reform and opening up, it has maintained its original ecological state, and there is no pollution source around the lake, which is a part of the wetland in the Yangtze River basin. 10, most migratory birds migrate here for the winter, and the scene is spectacular. The observation points are Hao Duanchong, Weijiadun, Happiness Ridge and Wujiabai Ferry.

The peaks and valleys with different scenery are all relics of Dabie Mountain. The rushing Dabie Mountain left the end of the magnificent movement to Dongxiang. Do you have a soft spot for Fengsha Lake or special care for Dongxiang people? Naturally, who can guess her secret!

Soon, I saw the sandstorm lake in the distance. Under the boundless sky, a vast expanse of white water has been extended to the horizon, the sky is up and down, the lake wind is gradually disappearing, and the waves are calm. At this time, the lake is unrestrained, silent, quiet and peaceful, much like a sleeping baby lying in the arms of Mother Earth.

Yes, the small waves that occasionally surge in the lake bay are really like the little feet that are occasionally tilted by sleeping creatures. After a while, the lake came alive. A white waterfowl rustled into the lake, and the mountain wind broke into the lake with the waterfowl and danced with the lake.

The clear lake is shaking like a huge colored silk. The waves burst on the waves and sang at the foot of the embankment. How shocking this scene is! Only the sky dares to compare with the lake, and it also drags a cloud to roam on the lake;

Only humans dare to compete with her. At the end of the water on the horizon, a mustard-like ship slowly came here. When the wind blows, the sails rise. Then the white sail is the cloud released by human beings!

When we boarded the speedboat, the boatman let out a long whistle, pulled up the engine and lifted the bow of the speedboat, just like a frightened sheep flying on the grassland; The white water splashed when plowing, like the grass covered by sheep after running, soon mixed together.

The speedboat galloped freely on the green water, like an urchin, and suddenly became the owner of a brush and a piece of white paper, so he scribbled disorganized. In this lightning-fast and flying speed, people have no fetters, no thoughts, and everything is released, as if they have become the masters of this lake.

However, when the motorboat approached the ancient ferry in the maple forest, only a few black boulders stood on the shore, and only a few village women were slowly hammering clothes. Suddenly, we feel that we are not the master of this lake, nor the master of this world.

Isn't the bustling passers-by on this ferry already illusory? What exists is the undulating lake and the green hills reflected in the lake.

The boatmen seem to be able to connect with us, slow down the boat, and let us savor the ancient ferry, hoping to find something shiny from the dust of history.

However, everything disappoints us. Who can finish reading something in such a short time? With a long whistle, the motorboat drew a beautiful semicircle and crawled slowly along the shore of the lake.

What catches your eye is that several buffaloes on the lakeside gracefully wagged their tails and chewed the grass without distraction. The lake rushed to their feet, shrank back, and came up again, as if it were close to the buffalo, trying to tell something.

I think the cow probably understood. Look at it eating and eating, and suddenly it gives out a sweet high moo! Seems to appreciate the affection of the lake.

The boatman is really a well-informed guy. He parked the boat in the middle of the lake and sat at the stern, smoking silently. In fact, after this steamboat charge and crawling, any language is pale and powerless at this time.

We just put our bare feet into the lake, feel the cool and warm lake, feel the boundless scenery with the same color as the sky and the lake, feel the beautiful picture of the green hills on the other side of the lake that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and listen to the string-free poems played by the lake.

It suddenly occurred to me that passers-by on the ancient ferry and now we will eventually disappear into the historical sky. Thinking about thinking, your temperament will be open-minded, and your mood will be cheerful: the so-called harmony between man and nature probably contains such a meaning-in the final analysis, you are also a piece of sky, a piece of land and a piece of water!