A brief history of scenic tourism in winter and summer

A brief history of scenic tourism in winter and summer

The fog along the way, the rain when it comes, the wind in the morning, the light in Chu Yang, the sea of flowers, and the afterglow of the sunset glow; And seeing the blue sky at first, then meeting the blue sky, makes the clouds vacant; There is also the purring of water, the singing of birds in the fields of Daoxiang, and the singing and dancing of gypsies, which together constitute my most vivid impression of Europe.

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On the road: clouds on the mountain as gifts

Mountain can't be described by a beautiful word, but it can be described in a few minutes. The charm of the peaks in the snow is that sitting in the car, through the closed window, we still have the fresh and cold feeling of cold air crossing the border, and the slight snow lotus dyed the moss red. This is a beautiful illusion, a poetic accident, and a subtle synaesthesia from vision to touch. On the trip to the Reggie Snow Mountain, the peaks are winding and green, looming, as pure and ethereal as white jade, even more ingenious than when I asked your students under the pine tree. Through all these clouds, how do I know? ■ Question and answer. As the car keeps moving forward, the shape of the mountain in people's eyes is also changing. According to Lin? There are no clouds in the mountains, like spring without flowers and plants? This smoky mist permeates the mountains and is as bright as makeup. I have been carsick, cooking in the car, hypnotized by myself, and I don't want to miss this beautiful scenery. So, I use my index finger as the distance area, and in the hazy window full of screen, I wipe out a small world, so that I can always see the distance clearly. Through this small window, I saw the ups and downs of clouds, the veil of mountains, and the ghosts in autumn and winter, although I felt this time. Looking at the leopard in the tube? Suspected, but not quite critical, who is not looking at the vast Wang Yang in a limited circle? This is the real feeling on the way to Lucerne Interlaken. There is no pain of carsickness, no silence, no helplessness, but a poetic existence, because it puts? Behind the mountain? The misty mountain range of St. Regis Snow Mountain gives you a gift, which makes you feel tired and hard all the way.

Being a guest: a leisurely life as a gift

Maybe it's because of rainy days, maybe it's because the clothes are thin, maybe it's because of the original temperature of latitude and longitude. My first impression of Colmar, a small French town, was cold. The pouring rain kept pouring down, and the arrogant wind was still raging, so pedestrians had to open umbrellas in the wind and rain. As soon as I got off the bus, I immediately switched from warm to cold, from dry to breathable, from quiet to urgent sound. Feelings are hard to express, so you have to feel them yourself. As for the bumpy road, I hurried by, hiding, even the picture scroll wrapped in smoke on the way was wet, and it became blurred and illegible in my mind, which made people doubt its existence. I cleaned up well, and I have forgotten what the reason is. I left the warm hotel, sneaked into the dark field outside and threw myself into the arms of the silent night. Looking around, the house was swallowed up by the dark night, only a few lonely lights were flashing, the doors of one or two families were open not far away, and a few sporadic pedestrians were driving in the driveway, which seemed very lonely and late at night. And I stopped walking in the street, afraid to go far, afraid of being drowned by the night, and afraid of being taken away by the rain.

But when I looked up at the sky, I had an unexpected surprise. This is a dark blue sky. This blue is an imperceptible faded dark blue. It is pure dark blue precipitated by years. It is a quiet dark blue, drifting to distant countries. In the reserved room, it fascinates you. At this moment, I was attracted, moved and immersed by it, and I immediately forgave the cold injury caused by the biting wind and rain. I think this is its unique charm, which can cure all unpleasantness and give you an indifferent and peaceful state of mind. If Colmar in the dark night is slightly deserted and heavy, then during the day, it shows the simplicity and nature of the town, the quiet and beautiful scenery and the ease and comfort of slow life, all of which are unobstructed. Early the next morning, a ray of light fell obliquely from the gap in the curtain, mixed with misty bird songs in the distance, and I woke up in such an atmosphere.

The morning wind is fresh and free, but when I walk along the river with the morning light, it is even colder and wetter. At this time, the world is still quiet and simple, and the shimmer also unifies the colors of mountains, water and people. At this moment, watching people walk around the green water and watching flowers and birds sing is an interesting enjoyment. The windmill in the distance has been turning for decades, and the green water plants are still flourishing. Last quarter, the town was composed of many irregular squares, and the roads between the squares were interspersed with historical sites such as St. Martin's Church and Head House, which concentrated the historical heritage of Western Europe for hundreds of years. When we reached the bridge on the Ile River, a tributary of the Rhine River, the warm sunshine had just been laid. This late smart card, deeply understanding the truth that it is better to come early than to come opportunely, is trying to justify its sleep in time. Therefore, when the cold river wind cools the pedestrian's face, blows away the traveler's skirts, blows away the complaints and sorrows, it will sprinkle warmth on time, shine all around, and give all things energy.

Actually. Conspiracy? It did succeed. Facing the warm sunshine, bright light and warm touch, we somehow forgot the long-simmering crusade weather and praised it instead: the sunshine is just right, and the breeze is not dry. What a beautiful day, said in the preface to Lanting Collection? It's sunny and sunny? I'm afraid this is the realm. So cleverly fooled, we also turn a blind eye and pretend not to know. In the face of such a lovely grandson, who is willing to blame?

Into memory: cornflower sea fantasy poem.

In addition to mainly watching the architecture, folk customs, costumes and scenery of various countries, the most beautiful episode we left behind is undoubtedly the lingering cornflower sea in Germany. Centaurea is the national flower of Germany. It blooms in the sun, in the loess and in the smiling eyes of pedestrians. The most memorable place is the Potala Palace in Lhasa under the blue sky and white clouds. The most easily reminiscent of a poet, the most beautiful lover in the world, Cangyang Jiacuo; It is the easiest for us to evoke a feeling, sincere love of life and death; It is the easiest to arouse an emotion, a long-term mysterious yearning. It is a tenacious chrysanthemum with beauty and poetry. Few people don't love it!

The sea of flowers in Neuschwanstein Castle is vast, prosperous and picturesque. Walking in it seems to be in a beautiful fairy tale country. A breeze blows, all kinds of flowers are swaying, flowers are attached to leaves, and dew rises with the sun, like the fragrance of sunflower combined with the fragrance of earth. They are singing, snuggling and light, and they all jump out of the most beautiful dance in nature under the blue sky. However, this kind of dance is not static, but a kind of beauty of color change, such as brilliant red, scarlet, pink, red in white, red in yellow, tender white and yellow, and a very rare variety of color levels from red to white from outside to inside. Poetically speaking, maybe we can use Tasiram? I wrote a poem that was misunderstood as Cangyang Jiacuo: No matter whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; Miss me, or don't miss me, I feel there, and I won't come or go; You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. It doesn't worry for anyone, it doesn't miss anyone, and it doesn't disturb its peace for anyone. It never attracts your attention with exquisite scenery like Paris; Never learn from salespeople and flaunt yourself by shouting advertisements; Unlike the catering industry, it stimulates your desire with large posters. Like an independent beauty. On the other side of the river, it attracts you and the beautiful scenery in the distance, and sends you affectionate eyes frequently. But still wandering calmly, let you face this elusive, approaching but unable to walk in? The so-called Iraqis? , has been released? By the water? Feeling helpless.

When I bid farewell to this beautiful flower sea and the elusive Swan Castle, and walked in an almost deserted town, the sky had already slowly darkened. At the other end of the mountain, the afterglow of the sunset is still bright, which is poetic orange, dazzling light, and the tranquility of the town. And I slowly towards the distant in this immersed state, leaving the dreamlike sea of flowers and merging into the noise of the world!