Scenery lyrical travel prose

A lyrical travel essay: the drunken beauty of the earth, the so-called Sun Long and the moon in the mountains.

I finally got drunk in the Taihang Grand Canyon, in this beautiful early winter. The temperature is just right, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, the mountains are boundless, the springs are gurgling, and the scenery is everywhere.

This Taihang Mountain is really beautiful. I'd rather be left behind than have a look around.

The weather is fine and the air visibility is high. Walking in the canyon, you can see the majesty of Taihang Mountain.

This is the Taihang I have dreamed of countless times, and it is the Taihang I have been longing for for for a long time. I looked up and I was surprised at the steep and continuous extension of the mountain.

The car is walking on the Panshan Highway, and the driver's master has rich driving experience. This car is not slow, but it feels stable. Outside the window is an endless grand canyon, an abyss.

Taihang Mountain in early winter is picturesque, just like a colorful giant oil painting. The vegetation has not completely withered, and the branches are covered with red persimmon lanterns, which flicker from time to time. My partner said it would be great if I could get off the bus and pick some, but a closer look shows that this persimmon tree grows in the valley and is tall and straight, so it is not easy to pick persimmons.

To go to the Grand Canyon, you must go through the Taihang Pinghu and take Panshan Road, which often makes people too busy to watch.

Just when I was amazed at the beauty of Taihang Mountain, I suddenly heard a colleague say, "Look, Taihang Pinghu is coming!" " "Sure enough, I saw a big sign on the side of the road that said' Taihang Pinghu'. The driver also reminded everyone: "Pinghu is in front. I'll drive slowly. Please pay attention. "

I stared at the window and sure enough, the driver's voice just fell and a piece of clear water came into view. At first, the water surface was not too big, and it became wider as you walked. But under the Panshan Road, surrounded by mountains, there is a Pinghu, as flat as a mirror, and the water and sky are one color, which is spectacular.

Where there is water, there are people. Three families of five, in twos and threes, live by the water, so leisurely. Water gathers together and joins hands to form a lake. Mountains come together to form a forest, and trees come together to form a forest. A lake, a mountain and a tree support a village.

After beginning of winter, the air smells different. The dust settled between heaven and earth, and the lake became clearer. I know this lake must come from the majestic Taihang Mountain, which is made up of many mountain springs. They must have walked a long way and finally gathered here, forming a lake, nourishing vast mountains and rivers and simple mountain people.

This is the first time I have seen such a beautiful lake in the mountains. I quickly took out my mobile phone and camera and started looking for the right angle through the window. I want to take this beautiful scenery back, and even find a most satisfactory photo as my computer desktop. As long as you turn on the computer every day, you can see this beautiful world.

The car passed Pinghu, not far from the entrance of the Grand Canyon.

I got off the bus and felt small in the mountains. Taihang in early winter, the air is fresh and pleasant, surrounded by mountains. In the canyon, but see the spring flowing.

The mountain is slow or urgent, so we follow it. Or take the stone road, or take the plank road dug above the cliff Holding a mobile phone, carrying a camera and taking pictures all the way, there are beautiful scenery and paintings everywhere. This kind of beauty is pure natural beauty and a rare wild interest. Nostalgia, in the meantime, often raises a feeling of self-forgetting and knowing the joy of fish.

Water, the water of Taihang Mountain, is clear and can be learned. Or slow flow, or gallop, or stream, or waterfall. The two dragons play pearls, the sun and the moon flow springs, the Huanglong Lake, the Jiulian Waterfall, the Bixi River, the Qintai, the three steps and one scene, and the five steps and one scene, all of which are dazzling. Clear water is around you, right in front of your eyes, on a high place, or in the distance. Mountains are beautiful because of water, and water lives because of mountains. Taihang Mountain water is beautiful and poetic.

The sun, the sun of Taihang Mountain, is moving and changing in color, bringing a mysterious light and shadow to the mountains. This scene reminds me of those desolate poems of the ancients. In early winter, the leaves are colorful. The reeds are blooming and the calamus is yellow. Living reeds, living mountains, living streams, living waterfalls, living trees. The cold wind is coming, scattered, and it is difficult to see the vigorous momentum of the past. However, the fresh air remains the same.

I think everything in the mountain has its own extraordinary spirit and its own Qingming spirit. Every tree, grass and stone growing on the mountain makes me feel an indescribable excitement. Especially those plants that grow on cliffs, make me fear life. I saw simple mountaineers in the Grand Canyon, setting up stalls on the roadside, peddling their heads of golden bells and cypresses cut between cliffs, looking at those beautiful patterns and fine annual rings and smelling the fragrance of nature, I couldn't help but put it down.

I bought one, which has a good grip and looks like fairy boots. There is a beautiful spot on the upturned end. Simple mountaineers told me in broken Mandarin that this is a mark left by a tree tumor, which is one of the main characteristics of Jin Zhongbai. This thing grows on the precipice, has no soil and grows very slowly. Look at the rings in this circle. You can count how many years it will take to grow so thick. I counted it slowly, and sure enough, one circle, one road, arranged in detail, there were fifty or sixty circles. I hold it in my hand, and my heart is full of thoughts and memories, memories about Taihang Mountain.

CMB is walking on the Taihang Mountain Road, and the drivers are all scenic area staff. They drive all the year round and are very skilled. The mountain road twists and turns, shuttling between the majestic Taihang Mountain and the Baiyun Cliff. Heaven, really worthy of the name. In twos and threes in the mountains, or in the ravine, or by the roadside. In the harvest season of wild persimmon, wild jujube and mountain products, the roof and yard are all red.

Stone houses, board houses, buildings. Yellow leaves, red leaves, early winter.

In the glass plank road scenic spot and Tianjing scenic spot, the driver deliberately stopped for tourists to take pictures. My foot stepped on the glass plank road and looked down through the transparent glass. The abyss was at my feet, and I was a little dizzy. Pause, stand, wait for the excitement to gradually calm down, and then look down, only to see that the streams and various buildings in the canyon have become very different from when they came. I can't help but admire the height, danger and beauty of Taihang once again. In Tianjing Scenic Area, overlooking the canyon, looking back, you can see the whole canyon scenic area. At this time, the clouds are light and the mountains are calm, just like a fairyland. In every scenic spot, there are simple mountain people selling local native products, such as golden cypress, wild persimmon, wild apple, Spatholobus suberectus ... The service is warm, the asking price is not high, the authentic dialect, poor Mandarin, and the sincerity of the mountain people everywhere. In Tianjing Scenic Area, buy a cooked corn, which is golden and sweet, thinking it is local to Taihang. In such a place, in the face of such people, I can't help but write about them, and I can't help but write about Taihang.

I happened to be in the same car with a group of tourists from Bao Dao, Taiwan Province Province. Along the way, I often heard them exclaim and be deeply impressed by the beautiful scenery of Taihang. When asked about Alishan and Yushan in Taiwan Province Province, they replied that their styles were completely different. The beauty of Taihang Mountain is fierce and magnificent, much like the character of a northerner. It is true that the beauty of mountains in Taiwan Province Province is exquisite and graceful, with water and soil on one side, people on the other and humanities on the other. Talking with one of the men in his fifties, he said that he was originally from Jinan, Shandong Province, and his grandfather's whole generation had moved to Taiwan Province Province. He has always remembered his residence in Jinan in those years, but he still has a few treasures, and the feeling engraved in his heart is beyond words. The cycle of life, listen carefully, its local accent is faintly discernible.

On the way, I met a group of Korean tourists who spoke simple Chinese and didn't know they were from Incheon until they said hello. Along the way, they were equally excited and took pictures everywhere. Obviously, for them, this is a beautiful cave full of mystery.

I know that in the Taihang Grand Canyon, there are many tourists from all over the country and even all over the world every day. They came and went, bringing back the magnificent scenery of Taihang Mountain and the image of China. All kinds of stories may happen during the tour and will be brought back. Let their compatriots know that on the same earth, a little farther away, there are mountains called majestic Taihang Mountain and valleys called Taihang Grand Canyon, where the scenery is beautiful and it is an unforgettable encounter.

I envy everything about the Grand Canyon.

I have experienced everything I have encountered, like but not possess, appreciate and then give up. I have gone through everything, and I believe that everything will get memories from me. ...

The second lyric travel prose: Jiuzhaigou, a landscape full of spirituality. Looking at the photos of Jiuzhaigou reminds me of my preference for Jiuzhaigou. I have been to Jiuzhaigou twice, different seasons, different scenery and different feelings. Jiuzhaigou with spectacular scenery and mysterious and holy Haizi scenery are even more desirable.

When I walk through Jiuzhaigou, every scene is a dialogue between sound and silence, and it is a kind of enjoyment of eyes and heart. It is a combination of dynamic and static. One scene at a time, one color at a time, one shape at a time and one state at a time.

Qunhai Waterfall painted a magical landscape painting, and Bishan Caishui wrote a unique work full of gullies.

Jiuzhaigou is a colorful jade basin in Yaochi.

Jiuzhaigou is a spotless world of natural fairy tales.

Jiuzhaigou is a primitive, quaint, magical and dreamy fairyland on earth.

Jiuzhaigou, the most charming, moving and lyrical thing is the water here.

The water in Jiuzhaigou has its own characteristics and unique personality.

Water has become the essence and charm of Jiuzhaigou.

The water in Jiuzhaigou is painted with different colors and flashes with different colors.

The water in Jiuzhaigou, smeared with Shanghai, rippled with colorful gestures.

Jiuzhaigou's delicate water and idyllic water reveal unparalleled artistic conception.

The image of water and its strangeness are full of charm in lakes, beaches, streams and waterfalls.

The turbulent current of Nuorilang Waterfall is magnificent, which makes people feel descending in the air, which is extremely spectacular. Wide waterfalls, like silver beads, flood into your eyes, making people's vision more affectionate to mountains and rivers.

108 lake and 108 mirror.

Colorful pond, the essence of Jiuzhai Lake. In the lake, it is a wonderful, dreamy and colorful Jiuzhaigou, bright blue, orange red, sky blue and olive green.

Every drop of water hides its essence and exudes its own charm.

Pearls are rolling on the pale yellow travertine in Pearl Beach, dazzling.

Five seas of flowers, Jiuzhaigou is a must. Sections of trees appeared at the bottom of the lake, with thousands of gestures.

Five seas of flowers, the essence of Jiuzhaigou. Colorful leaves interweave into brocade, and flames flow gold.

The color of the lake, clear and colorful, from yellow to green, dominates Jiuzhai with different transformations.

The water rhyme of Jiuzhaigou constitutes beautiful music, from which we feel broad, profound and wise. I suddenly realized my existence and gained the value like a landscape.

My understanding of Wuzhen in the south of the Yangtze River stems from Mao Dun, a great literary master born in Wuzhen. His representative works, Spring Silkworm, Autumn Harvest and Linjiapu, are full of descriptions of life in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River in the 1920s and 1930s. Wu Peng's boat, stone bridge, old street and the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River all left people with endless yearning.

Wuzhen is located in the fertile Hangjiahu Plain in northern Zhejiang, at the center of the Golden Triangle composed of Shanghai, Hangzhou and Suzhou. Wuzhen, known as "China Traditional Carnival", is beautiful, quiet and rich. It is a pearl embedded in the poetic south of the Yangtze River. Wuzhen is very small, with internal rivers interwoven, stone bridges, high walls and deep alleys, and cornices in Shui Ge, showing typical water town scenery everywhere.

When you enter Wuzhen, the first thing you see is stone bridges of different shapes. This hump-like stone bridge spans Chexi River. Although it has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, it still stands there, smiling at the visiting guests, sitting on the stone bridge, and the wet cool wind blows against my face. Occasionally, a girl wearing a blue cloth and holding a red silk umbrella passes by, and the green water reflects the red umbrella and the orchid sets off the ancient bridge. In a trance, they seemed to walk into Dai Wangshu's rainy lane.

After crossing the stone bridge, I gradually walked into Xiaoshi Street and into the classical Chinese medicine shop along the street. Looking around, time seems to go back hundreds of years. Rows of bluestone tile houses, one resting on the clear water bank, the other resting on the blue tile roof, carved along the corridor, the old house has been vicissitudes for hundreds of years. The brown carved window lattice seems to tell countless ancient stories. You can't help but set foot on the stone road hundreds of years ago and look for traces of passing away along the tunnel of time. Carved doors and windows, mottled ancient brick eaves, all reveal a strong Jiangnan classical atmosphere and outstanding elegance.

At the west end of the street, Zhong Shi Guanqian Street 17 is the former residence of the contradictory literary master. It faces Guanqian Street in front, Yanfeige Shopping Mall in the back, Xinhua Road in the west, Lizhi College in the east and faces south. An apricot plaque says "Mao Dun Memorial Hall". This is a four-room-wide, two-entrance, long and narrow courtyard with two-story wooden frames, which is divided into two units. There are several fairy natural tables, tea table chairs, screen calligraphy and painting in the living room. The bowl that Mr. Wang ate in those days is still on the original dining table, and Mr. Wang's study still smells fragrant, except for the bronze statue added later. Everything is the same as when Mr. Wang left. It smells like a book.

Tired of walking, I turned into the teahouse by the river and asked for a cup of chrysanthemum tea. While drinking tea, enjoy the charming scenery of carved beams and painted buildings on both sides of the strait. Jiangnan in my dream is picturesque. The beauty of Wuzhen can be seen and heard. Walking on the stone bridge, there was a smell of wine inadvertently. When I looked up, I saw lanterns swaying and wine flags hunting. I went in and drank a cup of local Sanjiu white wine, a light blue wine, which was mellow and long in my throat. One side of the soil and water raises one side, and the south of the Yangtze River drizzles with apricot flowers. This mild yellow rice wine has accompanied many literati who are nostalgic for this place and written many popular articles.

The flowing water swings, the awning boat shuttles over the clear water, and the sound of sculls bursts, singing songs that will never change. Sunset doesn't want to fall on the treetops in the horizon, and the veils at dusk slowly cover the old stone bridge house. At the beginning of Deng Hua, thousands of red cages lit up Wuzhen, walked into the night of Jiangnan water town, sat on the Wu Peng and looked around the river. With a glass of sake and several dishes unique to Jiangnan, friends got together and laughed. Occasionally take a night view of Jiangnan Zhang. Occasionally, I heard pipa and guzheng playing a song, which was continuous and clear. Into the rural water town, there is not much luxury, just let you carry more warmth.

Author: Zhang Zhaozhun, pen name: Bauhinia, Zijin, Shang Mo Yingchunkai, etc. Linyi, Shandong, now works in Shang Lin Bank.

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