Autumn in Kowloon Bay, quiet, refreshing, delicate, peaceful, distant and mysterious, like a girl covering her face with a thin veil, the spirit show is full of fragrance and sweetness.
The swaying fence in the wind, under the heat of the autumn tiger, the sieve is cloudy, so there is a cool feeling. At this moment, I remembered Wang Wei's poem: "Sitting alone in the fence, playing the piano and roaring, the people in the deep forest do not know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures." "It's a pity that it's noon at this time, and I can't experience and feel the poetry of the bright moonlit night.
The waterfall is the main theme here, giving the silent ravines a dynamic feel. Snow waves that threw pearls and jade roared down, smashing out a turquoise pool. After overflowing, the green water is restored to a white and flawless silk, rippled layer by layer, and sings and dances away.
Sitting on the wooden chair of the pavilion, leaning on the pillar and closing your eyes, listening to the sound of the waves, the wind, and the sound of birds, the hot and stuffy mood of the past few days has been swept away. The water mist, feeling a cool instant electric shock flowing throughout the body, so the whole person has the pleasure and pleasantness of fluttering and ascending to the immortals.
The natural sounds of nature intermingle to form a symphony of ingenuity, stirring the soul, washing away the dust and fatigue. The loose wave and bamboo rhyme that came into the ears swirled in the heart field, "booming" like a ploughshare, sowing a quiet and fragrant fragrance all the way.
The mountains are very quiet, the pleasant sound of birds makes the silent mountains more empty and clear, and how appropriate and exquisite is the ancient poem "the cicada noise forest is quieter, the birdsong mountain is more secluded"!
A winding cobbled path stretches like a snake towards the back hills covered by vegetation. The colorful pavilion on the top of the mountain is faintly visible, adding a little more subtle beauty in the green trees.
Driven by curiosity, coupled with the fact that the mountain is not high, the peak is quickly stepped underfoot. I was surprised to find that there was not one pavilion, but two, built on three sides, and the beautiful scenery was as far as the eye could see. The two pavilions are not far apart, one on the bottom and one on the top, which is the "Twin Pavilion".
Choose a pavilion at a high place to stop, wander your eyes, and savor the picture of mountains and mountains and autumn high air. The cool breeze soaks into the skin, away from the hustle and bustle, surrounded only by the smell of mountains and the heartbeat of nature, a kind of harmony between heaven and man fills the heart. Green fat red thin, only thorns and autumn vines on the cliff side, its color has changed from emerald green to pale green, and the roots of the stem have begun to yellow, indicating that the rich summer has been replaced by a ripe autumn.
Autumn is a season of emotion and melancholy, often making people think about the past and think a lot. Liu Yuxi's poem "Autumn Words" said: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn victory over the spring dynasty." As soon as the clear sky is on the clouds, poetry is introduced to the blue sky. "The poet is bold and dry, full of passion and romance, and insists on writing a sentimental season heroically and vigorously. It can be seen that the situation is created by the heart and has nothing to do with the outside world, which is the so-called "splash tears when feeling, hate other birds and frighten." ”
Standing for a long time, no one disturbed, as if entering the magical Penglai wonderland. People often use "lying stone watching the moon or lying stone listening to the wave" to express a relaxed and detached Taoist feeling. I think that this is not a moaning wind and a moaning without disease, but a philosophy, a realm and mind that transcends the red dust and penetrates time and space!
The stones of the river beach are like watermelons growing in one place, seven vertical and eight, and they are safe with encounters. They are all dazzlingly white and so clean that they can't bear to step on. Round, flat, and square shapes vary, very similar to the warriors of the ancient array, waiting for the general's review and reward.
Where did they come from, where are they going, why are they stopping here, and what have they been through? The stones do not speak, but they leave the world with endless thoughts. Round and moist, light and clean, that is the maturity and sophistication after countless devastation and ravages. This is no longer what it is, because of circumstances, it reveals the wisdom of survival...
Kowloon Bay in mid-autumn, covered in red and green in the moon, opens alone without anyone else, looking untamed. She is ashamed to be a neighbor with the wild vine and inferior branches, standing among the green bamboos, showing a smiling face, and ridiculing the embarrassment of the hundred flowers after falling into the heroes. A little red in the green bush, so that she is more gorgeous and charming, and she is independent. Perhaps this is its cleverness, not to compete with the flowers, and to stand proudly against the Spirit Mountain.
Oh, Kowloon Bay, a projectile land hidden in the depths of the northern foothills of the Qinling Mountains, the land is not large and beautiful, the water is not deep and clear, the mountains are not high and charming, and the forest is not wide and wide. Maybe her name is not yet known to the world, but she still silently shows her beauty every day, blooming Fang Fei...