A 600-word essay on travel notes to Kowloon Waterfall

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, we came down from Yancang Mountain and went to visit Jiulong Waterfall in Dongshan Mountain.

Although it is already late autumn, the heat has not completely subsided. The weather was too good, with no clouds overhead and a round of autumn sun shining on the top. Walking all the way through mountains and rivers, people can no longer take off their clothes and are always looking for a place to take shelter from the sun. We wanted to get to that waterfall as quickly as possible. When the students knew where they were going, they all started running, leaving me hanging slowly behind with Yu'er. No wonder, at the age of seven, he was able to hike to Yancang Mountain with his older children.

Crossing a field, climbing up a hillside, and passing through a bamboo forest, the loud echo of the students' noise in the valley rang loudly in my ears. My eyes suddenly opened up, and a grand canyon appeared at my feet. This is Jiulong Waterfall - what the locals call "Mara Water".

When we arrived, the teachers and students of Zhukou Middle School who were walking in front of us were leaving one after another, and we were able to enjoy it comfortably. This is a canyon formed by mountains and rivers, with steep cliffs on three sides, like ghosts and gods chiseling. There were more than one hundred and sixty of us scattered at the bottom of the valley, and we looked so small. At the bottom of the valley, the sun seemed weak, and I suddenly felt a chill, and the heat that accumulated on my body disappeared in a moment.

The waterfall cascades down from a stone wall dozens of meters high, and a depression is formed at the bottom, which contains a pool of water that is as deep as a person's. It is so clear that you can see the fish swimming clearly, which makes people envious. It's amazing, I really want to melt myself into it. There is a rock protruding out of the water. Think of it as a buffalo playing in the water. Due to the continuous drought in the past few days, the water in the waterfall was very small, very economical, and trickling, really like a mare peeing. We felt a little sorry. But the top of the rock is as flat as a stone and is tens of meters wide. You can imagine the turbulence and the force of the rainbow when there is a flood.

The water was first like a bunch of threads, flowing halfway, colliding with the rock corners, and was divided into several strands, like a string of pearls, shining brightly in the sun. There are some protrusions at the top of the rock wall, and the water hangs down from the sky. People can pass underneath. There are many students crowding around, holding water bottles, rolling up their sleeves, and holding the beads. The hair and face are splashed with water droplets. Look. Quite interesting.

I felt itchy in my heart, so I took a bottle, touched the wet rock wall, stepped on the slippery rocks very carefully, put aside my pretense of being a teacher, and went to relive my childhood dreams. .

The water dripped from a high place and fell on a big stone. It was smashed into pieces and splashed with water foam, which reflected a rainbow in the sun. I found one first. Another teacher said there are two. Another teacher said he saw three. I looked at it from his point of view, and sure enough there were three. There is a strip above the head, reflected by the water mist blown by the mountain wind. It appears and disappears, and changes position as the observation point shifts. It is of different lengths and postures, as if it is alive.

Unexpectedly, just when we thought the water was too small, we found that the water in the waterfall slowly became louder, and the sound of the water changed from the original beeping to a rushing. The rainbow in the sky also becomes bigger, longer and brighter. We were so surprised that we all screamed in surprise.

It hasn't rained in the past few days, and the mountains upstream are not very high. Where does this water come from? Do people care? Divine?