Prose masterpiece appreciation of "The Great Beauty of Qingshan"

Author: Liu Yiding

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There is a peak in the Snow Peak Mountain Range, called Qingshan, a stretch of primeval forest, ancient trees, babbling water, birds and flowers, clouds and mist, strange rocks, mysterious caves, and a variety of exotic flowers and plants.

The green mountains stand majestically, winding like dragons, heading north, passing through the Seven Ridges and Eight Villages, and connecting with the White Horse Mountain. Bowing to the east, the mountain spring water converges into the Qingshan River, which looks like a wispy white belt from a distance, passing through Taihe, Zhongjia, and Shiqiao, slowly disappearing between the hills, gathering trickles, flowing majestically in the Liujiang River and Zhangmu, passing through the fields, the spring and summer rivers rushing and surging, the rice paddies on both sides of the river are turquoise, the green winds are undulating, and the distant mountains and near the trees are colorful. It first flows into the Huangni River, then flows into the ShiJiang River and runs to the sea.

The green mountains are beautiful and the pedestrians look like a fairyland. At sunrise, the springs are clear, the wild fruits are fragrant, and various birds feed on the valley, either singing or soaring. Deep in the forest, there are more than 500 species of trees such as camphor, tulip tree, ginkgo biloba, cedar, maple, nan, chestnut, acacia, and wild peach.

The valley spring water dings, and shrubs such as boxwood, sand willow, privet, holly, palm, moon season, spring, rhododendron, fire thorn and so on are clustered. It is a paradise for pheasant life. In the spring and autumn, pheasants lay eggs, and if woodcutters or tourists approach the pheasant nest, a song is sung, and the pheasant flies into the distance. Experienced mountain people will search carefully in the place where they stand, and if they see the nearby Kongo vine growing vigorously, there is a cluster of emerald green cuckoos below, and the pheasant nest is just below the cuckoos. Take a closer look, the wild eggs in the thatched nest are as few as 6 and as many as 10. The aroma of the mountain trails is impressive, and the morning glory, gardenia, camellia and other second blooms are beautiful.

There is a beautiful village at the foot of the green mountains. The village is rich and the folk customs are simple, and it is named Qingshan Village by the soul of Qingshan. The cement road between the villages is connected, and the bus is convenient for farmers to go to the streets and enter the city, and it is convenient for foreign tourists to watch the beautiful green mountains.

At the foot of qingshan, cloud tea and wild camellia are abundant. When the snow melts, the leaf buds on the tea tree stand first, and when the warm sunlight penetrates the heart of the grass buds, the aroma of the tea leaves is fragrant through the Flowers of April. In a foreign land, a cup of tea from the hometown, a cup of affection, in the boiling water, the leaf veins are moving, sinking is the past of the tea mountain, and floating on the float is the mountain song of the tea picking girl. A cup of hometown tea, a cup of nostalgia, fragrant fragrance full of heart, hometown flashing in front of the eyes, hometown sound kind, birdsong tactful...

In summer, the green mountains are lush and green, and the white clouds regard this place as their hometown. At the foot of the mountain, there are thousands of acres of fertile fields, terraced fields with the undulating green mountains, suddenly beautiful, suddenly mysterious. The small field is only half an acre, and the large field is more than ten acres. There are terraced fields, square fields, round fields, etc., with different shapes and staggers, which are connected by vigorous rice seeds, like turquoise belts, decorating the village and beautiful rivers. In May, the wheat is pumped, the plants are connected, the sound of cuckoo echoes in the fields, and cooking smoke rises in the village.

In autumn, the maple leaves are like fire, dyed with emerald green, like an oil painting falling from the sky. At the foot of the mountain, the yellow and brilliant ears of rice, here and there, everywhere golden to bring harvest and joy to the people. The oranges were yellow, the orchards were like small lanterns, and carts of oranges were sold in all directions. The villagers of Qingshan Village have become rich, building high-rise buildings, cement roads have reached the doorstep of their homes, and the village and the village have been connected to buses, and the days are booming.

In winter, the bamboo forest on the top of the mountain is beautiful. Clustered with green bamboo, it is very tall, undulating along the mountain, like a green ocean. Listen, the rustle in the bamboo forest, like winter shoots breaking through the soil! When it snows, wild boars occupy the mountains as kings, wild sheep are at ease, and groups of three or five are sometimes called on the hill, and sometimes they linger in front of the village gate. Eagles began to patrol the green hills, foxes, wild cats, hares, looming from time to time.

Oh, the great beauty of the mountains!