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The Xiang River goes north and flows endlessly; on both sides of the river, it has become a trend. The new model of Shanshuizhou City, the new living room on both sides of the Xiangjiang River, and the core growth pole of Wangcheng. Wangcheng's 35-kilometer golden shoreline of the Xiangjiang River, a new round of innovation and entrepreneurship tide is coming. Resources and capital collide here, and industry leaders and elites gather here. Seize the opportunity, vision the future; one river and two sides of the strait, achieve dreams.
From now on, Le continues to launch a series of essays by Chinese and foreign famous artists, writers, literature lovers and other essays in Wangcheng, to see what kind of magnificent scenery is on both sides of the Wangcheng River written by the literati and inkers, so please pay attention!
The sound of the willow forest wind
Zuo Qi
There was such a white cloud in the blue sky, hanging and not moving.
There were a few reeds scattered in the water, standing and not moving.
The clouds stopped in the sky, as if to give the sky a deep kiss to this big face.
The windless sky, anchored with misty clouds, is light and thin, and it resembles cosmetics such as "highlights", making the tile blue of the sky a soft pink blue.
On a clear twilight, the sun is still blazing. The evening view of the mountain is clear and bright, and the gentle slope of turquoise in the field slopes down, connecting with the deep green beach by the river, which is as natural as the fit of the upper and lower lips. The joints are covered with yellow crystalline flowers, is that the lip gloss applied to the waters?
The white huts on the other side are full of shadows, which is the place where the body and mind rest! The sky was mighty north and south behind the hut, along with the silent rushing Willow River.
The beautiful scenery in front of you is as quiet as a dream, and the beautiful dusk spreads out by the river.
Cows graze, graze in a green field. This grass has the strongest life, green enough to have a liquid texture. The cow ate it, wagging its tail with joy.
Their piercing eyes were so focused that they were silent except for chewing. Can their tails talk? Will they be grateful for the abundant water and grass of the Willow Forest River? Their muscular legs and stout bodies disappeared in the places they passed, and the painting of the countryside was about to be eclipsed. Do you need to reinvent this piece?
Just like water birds flying through the sky, like dragonflies crossing their feet, the shadows they leave behind must be added by the embroidery lady.
The wind was blowing, and the cloud hanging in the sky had gone nowhere, but there were many clouds coming from an unknown place. The cloud is in the sky, and it steps lightly with the help of the wind, does it have feet? It is not like time, time has feet, the movement of time emphasizes rules, it never slacks off, and it is never coerced by external forces. Yun Ke was cunning, he wanted to go, he wanted to sleep, and no one cared about it when he suddenly washed his face with tears, sometimes he cried his face black, and he could come back in an instant. The whole sky is full of these magician-like devious guys, tangible, invisible, good-looking, not good-looking, a swarm of bees coming, a swarm of bees disappearing...
In the end, there was only this one left, hanging alone, like a smiling lip flap, strange and good-looking.
The wind is blowing, the river is smiling, its curved eye lines are like cascading fish scales, and it is very appropriate to think of it as a huge fish with blue scales, it is the fish of the sky, the fish of the town, the indispensable fish of this endless land. If you dive into the bottom of the river, are there swarms of fish swimming towards the warm place where the sun shines?
"Qiaokou Fishing Capital", the leaping ground of fish, the joy of fish.
The river flows eastward, enjoying it in the hotbed, just like a baby taking a warm bath in the bathtub, comfortably closing its eyes, listening to the music of nature, the wind talking, the birds and insects.
Legend has it that Little Joe once stayed here, did the beauty leave the beauty, or did the beauty give birth to the beauty? Don't dig deeper!
oh! A water bird stands on a reed pole, its posture is beautiful, described as well-behaved, and its wings that have just skimmed the surface of the water are wet, like a concubine out of the bath.
Can I call you Little Joe?
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