Author: Bai Hongbin, Source: "Shaanzhou Big Girl"
Suddenly, I found that Ganshan had changed into spring clothes and was all green in the blink of an eye.
Spring in Ganshan is the most youthful time of the year, like a dancing teenager, lush and glorious. I don't know when it is, nor do I know at that moment, the 80-square-kilometer Ganshan Mountain seems to have turned around gorgeously overnight, and yesterday it was still a vast expanse, such as an old house in disrepair, the grass is broken; like the old man who is old and vicissitudes, wrinkled; like a mine with exhausted resources, a mess... In the blink of an eye, it all changed overnight. The land, the river, the hillside, as far as the eye can see, is all green. In particular, the primary and secondary forests on the mountain, large or small, tall or short, or tall or tall, or tall or delicate, have all changed their appearance. Pine trees, oak trees, birch trees, quercus trees, locust trees, etc., or new shoots, or new leaves, or lush foliage, tens of millions of trees have thousands of kinds of green, tens of millions of greens have thousands of looks, let you can't help but sigh: spring has arrived!
Bright green, it seems to be the country mother's freshly steamed steamed bun, steaming! Pure green, seems to be the best jadeite in Myanmar, graceful and luxurious!
Spring in Ganshan is the opening of the drawing board - the golden spring flowers are the first to open the gates of the garden, and the red mountain peach blossoms are blooming. The white apricot blossoms smiled, the purple paulownia flowers grinned, the bunches of yellow forsythia flowers also bloomed, the snow-white locust flowers also bloomed, the bees flew, the colorful butterflies played, and the air was always filled with a fragrant, sweet smell, like the smell of milk tea in the hands of the girl next door. You close your eyes, smell gently, sniff slowly, you will definitely feel the air of Ganshan different, and this is the taste of Ganshan, such as the person you are familiar with, belongs to his (her) unique taste.
This is also the most beautiful season of the year in Ganshan: on sunny days, you walk on the mountain trails at will, as far as you can see, you can see all the greens you can say and can't say: yellow green, green, oil green, emerald green, bean green, turquoise, dark green and so on. Whether it is grass, trees, or flowers, they are like newborn dolls, full of vitality and vitality. Lo and behold, the dewdrops, still hanging from the leaves, sparkled in the sun, crystal clear.
Blowing noodles are not cold willow wind, a breeze blows, they all seem to bend over to you to say hello, long time no see, are you okay? When you look at them, you can't help but revel in them, you can't help but think of your childhood, think of your little baby toddler, and can't help but sigh: How beautiful spring is, we have to try to live! Here, if you invite three or five friends, find a place at random, chant and paint, or bring your beloved guitar and sing a song at will, it is the most beautiful scenery in spring!
Of course, take your elderly mother, you may wish to wander on any boardwalk, walk slowly, look slowly, after all, such companionship, for you and your mother, is a seemingly simple and difficult luxury in life, life is not easy, and it is a pity!
Spring in Ganshan is a spectacle in the fog. It is said that the spring rain is as expensive as oil, after a shower of rain, with the emergence of a stream, a clump, a piece of fog, the clearly visible Ganshan suddenly like a newly painted Chinese painting soaked in water, suddenly became extremely hazy, it seems to become a veiled Arab woman, mysterious and wonderful. One of the eight scenic spots of ancient Shaanxi Prefecture, "Da Nang Mountain Smoke Mist Lock Zhongzhou" is not a vain name, you stroll among them, the whole mountain has no sound, suddenly fell asleep.
You can't see through wherever you look, the front is fog, the back is fog, the left is fog, the right side is still fog, even the sky is hazy, as if it has been drilled into the delivery room of the silkworm baby, it seems that nothing can be seen, but everything seems to be visible - in the fog in the clouds, half drunk and half awake. At this time, if you are dressed in neon clothes and walk on the mountain trails, the people who see you will surely exclaim: Immortals! There are gods here! Of course, at this time, if you want to stand on the Wentao Pavilion of Yang Eighteen Ridges, you will find that the heavens and the earth are the same color, the peaks of the past are looming, and everything else is shrouded in clouds and mist, and it seems to see the original appearance of this world, the heavens and the earth are chaotic, the heavens are the earth, and the earth is the sky!
If you're lucky enough, the sun will come out in a moment and you'll be thrilled: it's dawn! The sky is blue! Under the sky, there is no end in sight, the sea of clouds flows, the waves are magnificent, and the heavens and the earth are vast! You can't help but be bold, and you will suddenly think of the chairman's poem: Ask the vast earth, who is the lord of the ups and downs? A gust of wind blew through, and the main peak of Ganshan Slowly appeared in the sea of clouds, green and tall, like the ancient Qingyi King, mysterious and charming!
Spring in Ganshan is a cheerful stave. Walking on the mountain paths, the most cheerful thing is the mountain stream, and the ravines are cheerful songs. Spring creeks, the purest and most simple of the four seasons of the year, the water flow is not large, from the foot of the mountain, from the bushes, from the stone crevices, from the mounds, quietly seeping out, converging into a stream, gushing flow, clear, vivid, not afraid of the future, all the way forward. Occasionally, you will find a small squirrel, after looking around vigilantly, happily drinking, furry like a sneaking baby, making you smile involuntarily.
Of course, there are also the birds on the mountain, and there are as many birds as the mountain is. Twittering magpie is the most common aviator in Ganshan Mountain, as long as you come to a place in the mountains, you will hear his cheerful cry, making you can't help but think that there will be good things today, after all, as the saying goes, good ---- magpies call chirping, good things will come home!
Of course, Ganshan's most arrogant voice is the red-bellied golden pheasant, and spring is the season of courtship of the red-bellied golden pheasant: the ordinary-looking female golden pheasant looks like an enlarged version of the sparrow and emits a "click... Click..." the cry, as if to say- I want to get married! I'm going to get married! The rooster, wearing a golden crown and a multicolored robe, hurriedly replied, "Return... Gui", "Guigu... GuiGu" or a pleasant short "Cuckoo..." sound, as if to say look for me to find me! The cry of happiness and eagerness is no less than that of a young girl whose love sinus has just opened. There are also some unknown birds, and from time to time sing a few spring songs, adding infinite joy to the spring of Ganshan!
Green burning Ganshan, beautiful infinity...