Text/Liu Zhenduo
Snow wild is the permanent venue of the China International Aviation Sports Festival, the environment is very beautiful, and it is a good tourist and leisure resort. I have passed through the snowy field many times, but I have never looked closely. In my eyes, it is very one-sided and one-sided, I have only seen its edges and corners, and I have not found its "true" appearance, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. Don't know when to see you again?
So, go on another trip to the snowy wilderness.
It was a bright March, with a bright sunshine and a gentle breeze, heading straight for the snowy wilderness.
The light car familiar with the road came to its front. The snow field is large and there are many attractions. We bumped into the lake by the ski slopes. Looking up, the distant mountains are saga, and the lake is vast. The slight waves kissed the embankment, and the tender willows supported the people. A few small children, seven or eight adults, stood on the steps by the water's edge to take photos. Looking at this, we were silent for a long time. In the distance, a huge helicopter was parked there. Several people "circled" around the plane. We hurried to "fly" to go, but the old guard who watched the door blocked the way and placed the sign refusing to visit in front of us. After we left, we saw a luxury Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle speeding away, and three or five seconds later, another Toyota off-road vehicle fished in.
Vision limits our imagination, but what limits our eyebrows? I thought so, laughed at myself like this, and unconsciously walked to the door of the model aircraft exhibition hall. The planes inside, varying in size and shape, are various, very stylish, and interested friends can buy tickets to visit. I like to see the "big birds" in the sky that are free and roaming freely with colorful smoke, and I don't like the "livestock" who are locked in cages and tied to iron pillars for people to bring water and food. It was late spring, the ski slopes were gone, the car showground was blurred, and we drove to a car beach campground.
You don't have to ask its name, you don't care about its coordinates, you just look at it. Only to see, a long golden sand beach, a number of weeping willows, a few cruise ships on the shore, dotted with cars "dotted". The lake water hits the shore with the wind, and how many degrees of water waves roll up? The fish swim shallowly and the shrimp wander. Smelling the skewers (scents) of someone else's picnic, staring at the cold glint of hungry wolf-like eyes – mouth-watering. I really want to hold my head high and have a good meal. Anyway, women and children are companions! The wife was wise enough to obediently buy some grilled squid from a grill stall in the middle of the beach, avoiding the bloody case caused by a string of meat skewers.
We ate and strolled on the soft sand and imagined the golden sands of Huangdao. In autumn, we toured Huangdao, visited the pier, strolled the golden beach, how comfortable! Like this moment? And this moment can only be recalled, can not be said. The love of the distant water and near the mountains, the love of the soft wind and the quiet water, the lover of the youth, more want to walk in the fog, rain, frost and snow in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, such a love, such a scene, such a love, will not be a flavor, right? I thought a lot about it here.
After many days, we passed by the noble and gorgeous community, bypassed the palatial unfinished hotel, and drilled through the unique and elegant villas, which inevitably surprised us a lot. Finally we arrived at a bay.
It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful! Its winding and swirling posture, its high and low undulating state. Holding the shallow bay, holding Tingzhu and snuggling up to the hillock. In the distant mountains, there are mother's breasts stretching out—the milk is dreaming, and the mother is humming a song. The nearby hall Xuan Langfang is well laid out, similar to the cloister of Jiangnan Garden and West Lake. I mistakenly called it Silk Water Bay, and it showed off my eyes, dried my tears, and made my eyes bright. I also falsely called it embroidery spring bay, it embroidered the willow tree, embroidered the shyness of the apricot tree, embroidered the stunning yellow thorn rose, embroidered the industriousness of the bees, the hesitation of the butterflies, and embroidered the posture of spring. I even imagined it as the summer rain lotus of Daming Lake, the green snake white snake of Hangzhou West Lake... My youth, my first love. What is it called? I do not know. All I remember is that we sat in the bayfront hall, eating roasted sweet potatoes, drinking milk tea, looking at the lake hugging the embankment, looking at the leisurely cruise ship, thinking deeply and fascinated. I have read many books about night sailing ships, and I have long passed the age of the first opening of the love sinus for the charm of the swinging ship. I am not in a good position to dream like Zhou Zuoren, to listen to the temptation of Yu Qiuyu and the instigation of Zhu Ziqing? I'm just me, a firework that burns itself and can't illuminate others. On the black canopy boat, my ethereal wisp of smoke could not contain much of my thoughts. Let me describe the beautiful situation, only in the autumn rain Qiming's pen. So, just don't sit down.
Treading the bluestone path, circling the shore Zhi Tinglan, strolling and watching. Suddenly, my eyes lit up again. Only to see, among the green trees and lush pines, there are many quaint and quiet buildings looming. Looking up, the five big characters of "Xueyuanchang Fishing Village" are impressively carved on the lintel of the wooden archway of the village. Walking in and taking a look, it is really a quiet side, it is really a pure land. Green bamboo, earthen walls, flowing water, pond fish, stone mills, stone mills, stone houses, quite a harmonious new countryside charm, but also see carved column painting buildings, bucket arch cornices, but also flowing with the beauty of ancient architecture. Compared with Zhuquan Village in Yinan and the puppet garden in Qingzhou, it is not inferior. I often returned, wandering upside down again, quite imagining: listening to the wind under the pine, smelling the rain under the window, looking for flowers in the garden, reading under the grass... It was a nice and very special treat. Even more standing under the window front porch to look west, the lake light is extinguished at four o'clock, and you can see it all. ay! I want to sit in such a place with mountains and water in my lifetime, and read books for a few years- read a few essays, recite a few poems, and get a few tips. Wash away the long-dusted mind. We took many pictures of our son inside, at the beautiful West Gate (Xueyuanchang Fishing Village). Especially the West Gate, Hangzhou West Lake is no more than that.
The West Gate is not only beautiful, but also a great place to see the lake. Only to see that the restaurants were crowded and bustling. I have to say that the most beautiful scenery has the highest commercial value. But thankfully, I think it's worth it. I've enjoyed the charm of Yukino Lake here, although it's only one-twelfth. For me, however, it was enough. Because I will come back, just like I look at the Hulushan Reservoir in my hometown, one and three, then four, four and ten, is not enough taste... At that point, I can stand tall and speak out. Don't talk about these complicated topics. Only to see, the snowy lake is bright, and the water surface is sparkling. The small Nagisa in the water is more elegant. The distant mountains are verdant, and the near valleys are quiet. Flywheels are speeding, ferries are speeding across the lake—as if passing through time. Closing your eyes and thinking, there is a kind of thorough epiphany, and there is a sigh of no one who has never come before. If I am a painter, I will show its beauty; if I am a poet, I can also write poetry. It's just a pity that I'm just a layman who does nothing, a passer-by. My wisdom depends on you to give it up. What can I bring you? Don't say it, let's say it's already confused. It is better to go to the dragon gate and have a good afternoon of fun.
We really played here for a long time, and it was made up of many square plastic buckets floating on the surface of the water "nailed" together, in the shape of a T. Although the wind is not very strong, when it blows to this shore, it has become a bit "choppy". I saw that the catwalk was swaying up and down from side to side, and the old man, children, and lovers were all walking on it with great interest. The old man was fine, especially the children were very naughty, startling the delicate little girls and babbling. Young girls are the most beautiful landscapes: feminine, simple, bold, shy; long hair, short hair, round (face), delicate (skin); formal, sportswear, denim, ultra-short; slim, plump, emaciated, rich and so on. Looking straight at me, my heart was pounding, I felt that I had become much younger, I had the urge to fall in love, and I felt as if I had been addicted to it for a century.
Later, we went to the pavilion to see the lake, we went to the lake to play in the water, we went to the water's edge to admire the boat, we went to the boat to look at the dam, we walked on the dam. We played in the snow field for a long time, but we just couldn't bear to leave, and we just wanted to go step by step.
The most beautiful is in the heart, not in the distance.
As the sun sets, the light of Yukino Lake must still be there. If you look back, it is a matter of course. Although it is not tearful, it is also difficult to calm down. Therefore, the head did not return, and drove back home.
One point number Liu Zhenduo
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