Zhong Jianlin
Going home, back to your home in Mount Qingcheng, is also another kind of tourism.
Returning to my home at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain this weekend, I saw my friend's photos of glowing red leaves on WeChat, and I suddenly realized that the frost had fallen, and we had not yet traveled far to look for autumn. So I agreed with my wife that the next day, if the weather was good, I would go out to shoot autumn scenes.
When I got up early in the morning and opened the curtains, the maple trees in the yard were already red, and the ginkgo trees were full of yellow apricot leaves and white fruits. Most of the weeping begonia leaves in front of the window have fallen, and those that remain on the tree have turned yellow and red; several thrushes and white-headed men are pecking at the orange-yellow fruit in the branches. In the small fish pond dug by the wife in front of the door, there were a few fallen leaves, and seven or eight koi carp seemed to float motionlessly suspended in the clear water. The thin clouds in the air are dim, and if there is some sunlight in the air, it is difficult to judge whether it is cloudy or sunny.
Taiping Town was there on the day, so we went to catch up first. After eating the famous local "Zhang Mash" in Taipingchang, he came to the market. To the southwest of the market is the fruit district, where fixed stalls, temporary stalls and minivans are connected along the street. The fruit in the stalls is rich in variety, especially in autumn: there are grapefruit from Fujian and Jiangxi and red grapefruit from Pujiang County, apples from Longxi, Liangshan and Maowen, winter dates from Shandong and Hebei, rock sugar oranges from Guangdong, kiwifruit from Dujiangyan, northern persimmons with red as agate and pomegranates with red like amber... The sales of the small trucks are quite imposing, each car sells only one kind of fruit, full of piles, or light yellow grapefruit, or red apples, or green oil oranges, or golden oranges, like hills.
To the northwest of the market is the flower market, where various flowers are placed on the ground along the street, like a gallery of purple and purple: succulents, fragrant and elegant orchids, colorful rhododendrons, blooming longevity flowers, cyclamen dancing like butterflies, "salvation food" hanging with red coral-like fruits... The most eye-catching is the chrysanthemum, which occupies half of the flower market: cornflowers, marigolds, melon leaf chrysanthemums, emerald chrysanthemums, there are many varieties; white, yellow, green, red, purple, the color is spotted. In front of a flower stall, a beautiful middle-aged woman is admiringly selecting two ink chrysanthemums.
At the east end of the flower market is the entrance to the indoor wet market, which is bustling with people. Hundreds of stalls are arranged in turn, half of which are temporary stalls set up by fellow villagers on the day of rushing, selling most of the seasonal vegetables such as green-headed radish, fresh lotus root, stick vegetables, punched vegetables, and Chinese cabbage in their own fields. Oki vegetables and green-headed radish are traditional seasonal vegetables in the autumn and winter seasons of the Chengdu Plain. The brewing vegetables look somewhat similar to the green vegetables, but the leaves are much smaller, the general practice is to first put them in boiling water, put them in a small basin or large bowl for a while, and then chop and stir-fry or cold mix, eat in the mouth, a mustard spice rush into the nasal cavity, suddenly refreshing.
Coming out of the market, his back pocket was filled with apples, pomegranates, rock candy oranges, brewed vegetables and green-headed radishes, and he was carrying a pot of marigolds. By this time the sky was completely clear, and the sun was warming the air. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the Qingcheng Mountain next to it is stacked on top of each other, and the snow-capped mountains hundreds of miles away are towering. Great mood. So I drove in the direction of the blue sky and white clouds. After passing through Daguan Town, walking through Chaping Village, and entering the mountains outside Qingcheng. Along the way, the mountain trails are winding, the peaks are undulating, and the jungle that used to be green without a little variegation is dyed a mottled yellow by the autumn wind. Occasionally, I saw a few red walls and green tiles hidden in the shade of the trees, and cooking smoke rising from the forest.
Deep in the mountains and forests, the gold gradually thickened, and unconsciously slowed down the speed of the car. Several ribbon birds dragged their long golden-brown tail feathers through the branches, jumping on the ground, and their cheerful cries seemed to invite pedestrians to enjoy the scenery. The ribbon bird is also called "shou belt bird", because "silk" and "shou" homophone, the ancients took the ribbon bird as a symbol of happiness and longevity.
When we encountered this auspicious object, we simply stopped the car. I saw that the road was a little uphill here, lined with ginkgo biloba, and the yellowed leaves shone golden in the bright sun; the oily black road could not be seen after a turn not far away, revealing a bit of remote depth. People and scenery are completely integrated, and it is not clear whether the scenery flatters people or whether people embellish the scenery.
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