Autumn dyeing red sun ridge

Source: People's Daily Overseas Edition

There are many rocks, steep cliffs, grass and trees, this is the initial impression of Red Sun Ridge. Hongriling is located in the old town of Lengshuijiang City, Hunan Province, with an altitude of less than 100 meters, because of the low terrain around it, it has the potential to pull up the ground and move the air. The mountains are rugged and rugged, with stone saga, quiet and elegant. There is a pavilion on the top of the hill, the upper attic, which can observe the red sun, the ridge is the red sun ridge, and the pavilion is the red sun pavilion.

In October, under the sky, the grass color is in the autumn rain. Stepping into the foothills, there is a cool breeze and refreshment. Look closely, a natural cave, the mouth of the cave is like a side lotus canopy, suddenly feel at ease. Looking up at the bottom of the mountain, the mountains are beautiful, the trees are verdant, and the clouds are steaming.

We followed the bluestone steps, twisting and turning, winding into the mountains. The stones are stacked on top of each other, large or small, standing or lying down, and looking at each side differently.

"You don't see the clouds and the clouds, even if the autumn wind is helpless." At this moment, you have to admire the tenacious vitality of these trees, vines and even shrubs on the mountain, most of them grow on the edges of stones, cliffs, and many grow in stone crevices.

But wherever there is dirt, there is the shadow of a tree. The roots of the trees are either deeply rooted in the stone mountain, or exposed to the stone, and are tightly entangled with the stone, you have me, I have you. Above and below the rocks, small red flowers, small yellow flowers, small blue flowers, elegant and beautiful, lonely and proud blooming. Birds chirp in the trees, one after another, adding to the bustle.

The mountain road is winding and winding. Halfway up the mountainside, the greenery is thick and the sun is leaking dappled light and shadow.

It is late autumn, the sound of cicadas is far away, and the sound of birds is near. The sound of birds came from the branches above the tourists' heads and the depths of the forest, singing and listening to each other. In the middle of the mountains and forests, open your nose, take a deep breath, and there is a faint fragrance in the air, refreshing the heart and lungs. Under the forest, tourists walk in pairs, or take a nap on the rock, or look up, or stroll through the forest. There are old people playing against each other on the stone table, the Chu River and the Han Dynasty, you come and go, the horses come out of the car, the horses sound cannons, and the fight shakes the sky.

Pause for a moment, look down at the mountain, the forest sea whistles softly. Purple weed flowers and luan tree flowers bloom a fiery red on the tree, and grass chrysanthemums and unknown wildflowers also bloom vigorously under the trees, which is very similar to each other. Looking up, the Red Sun Pavilion at a higher place loomed in the forest.

Climbing up the stairs, the eyes suddenly opened up and flattened, and the Red Sun Pavilion arrived in front of the tourists' eyes. The stone slab in front of the pavilion gate has auspicious clouds and red sun high illumination patterns, which are exquisite; the pillars are carved with lions, the eaves are painted with animals and birds, and the top eaves are carved with dragons and phoenixes, with a vivid look, or standing, or lying down, like laughing, like playing; the brass bells and colored lights on the cornices, looking at each other, hovering above the eaves of the pavilion, making people feel solemn and solemn. Deep in the foothills, there is a temple, the temple is built under the rock, the morning bell is twilight, and the ancient temple is shining.

Standing in the Red Sun Pavilion, the sky is far away, and the small city is surrounded by mountains and water. In the distance, the green mountains are like Dai, the fog is rising, and the mountains are empty. Nearby, high-rise buildings are lined up one after another, the Zijiang River meanders westward, "the river is made of Green Luo Belt, the mountains are like jasper hairpins", and the water of Zishui is like Bai Lian around the city. My eyes wandered the streets of the small town below the mountain, immersed in the fireworks of the small town.