For ten years, I have been in your arms, but I have never found you so beautiful, even if I look back this summer, it is more kind. It turns out that after so many years of leaving you, you have long been famous, and after all, you still can't hide from the eyes and lenses of the world, showing your dazzling brilliance. In July, the sea of flowers in haibei.
Without convenient transportation, no matter from any direction to enter this mysterious sea of flowers, you must cross the snowy mountains of more than three thousand meters, perhaps, this is the hidden beauty. (Now there is a high-speed rail direct, unfortunately),
Over the Daban Mountain, all the way downhill, the terrain gradually flattened, cattle and sheep flocked. Looming in the distance is the Odori River Bluestone Zui Bridge, a 50-year-old ordinary cement bridge that connects the stretch of Dasaka Snow Mountain with the 300,000 acres of flowers. Under the bridge is the muddy Odori River (Haomen River), which is still cold and bone-chilling even in the height of summer.
Qingshizui Town, an important town in Haibei, is a multi-ethnic and mixed transportation fortress. Twenty years ago, the scene in "The Knife Man in Double Flags" was no different from here. Nowadays, the new house has changed its old appearance, less horse dung smell, more business experience.
The path that crosses the middle of the yellow-green chessboard has been walked countless times, and the green is barley, and the yellow is rape flower. Nowadays, the white concrete pavement has long replaced the blue gravel road, and it is no longer difficult to see the slippery sheep dung eggs, nor can you hear the rattling sound of the bicycle pressing over the stones, however, the floral fragrance is still the same, and the breeze, soaking the heart.
July afternoon. Haibei, on the Beach of the Haomen River, in the sun. Barefoot on the grass of the Haomen River beach, babbling streams, colorful wildflowers, a calf that is comfortable eating grass. A little girl picking cow dung, dressed in red flower pants, wearing elastic cloth shoes made by her mother by hand, a childish face, mixed with a hint of shyness, but it is difficult to hide the happy mood. One rib, another... There was my home on the riverbank, my mother was cooking, and I entertained myself for a while.
There has always been a question: Where have all the cattle and sheep that were once everywhere gone?
If you have to leave a place, a place where you have lived, loved, and brought you the first joy of your life, you must be forced to do so. Some say that never believe that the past is best because they are dead. However, time passes and the beauty remains.