(1) Fishing
Now there are more and more family cars, and the originally wide roads are becoming more and more crowded. The rapid development of economy has brought people enjoyment and convenience, at the same time, it has also accelerated the pace of life, made their hearts impetuous, made their breathing appear shortness, and affected their health. In order to find a quiet place to exercise in the bustling crowd, several of our colleagues agreed to walk to work. It's about an hour's journey from home to work, and you have to pass through Luanshuiwan Park in the middle, so that you can go in and out of the painting every day and enjoy the scenery and mood every day.
We are most interested in fishing on the shore.
It is very cold this spring. Just after the Lantern Festival, the smell of fireworks seems to have solidified in the air. Walking on the road, the tip of the nose is red with cold, and the thick down jacket seems to be much thinner. We talked about the weather as we walked. We couldn't believe our eyes when we passed the small wooden bridge in Luanshui Bay. Someone started fishing beside the unfrozen water under the bridge. The fish hasn't woken up in such a cold day, has it? Will there be any gains from this fishing?
There is an acquaintance among the anglers. Because he had to rush to work, he simply said hello, in fact, he was afraid that our voices would disturb his leisure. When I come back from work, my acquaintances are still sitting by the water, as quiet as a sculpture. Seeing us back, an acquaintance raised his arm and said with a smile, "Are you off duty?" "Yes, off work. How's it going? How many did you catch? " An acquaintance smiled and said, "I didn't catch any." "Hard work for a long time, so cold, nothing, how can you be so happy?" "Fishing doesn't have to catch fish, it's a mood." After listening to an acquaintance's words, I was hit by something in my heart. I froze first, and then I suddenly remembered Liu Zongyuan's famous sentence: "An old man is fishing in the cold river-snow."
As the weather gets warmer, the thawing area gradually increases. Every time I pass the small wooden bridge, I can hear the sound of the river "click, click", sometimes subtle and sometimes loud. That's the sound of the river opening, and it's the whisper of spring. More and more people come to the shore to fish, some riding motorcycles and some driving. We didn't see anyone catching fish, but they came anyway, sitting quietly and sitting out of the Zen by the river. At this time, it really doesn't matter whether the fish is hooked or not.
When we pass by them, we all walk gently. Don't disturb them!
(2) boating
Among many poems describing lotus picking, I love Li Kangcheng's Lotus Picking Song. The phrase "green tea is in the middle of the water, lotus seeds are fragrant" brought me to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and brought me into a fresh poetic picture like a dream. The rivers in the north are as wild and unrestrained as men in the north, and all the way forward, while the water towns in the south are as gentle as affectionate women. I grew up on the Luanhe River. Naturally, my blood has long been integrated into the unrestrained Luanhe River, but women always like to dream. My dream is in Jiangnan, the soft Jiangnan. How many times have I been boating on the water and picking lotus under the moon in my gentle imagination?
Now, a winding blue lake unfolds before our eyes. Although there are no lotus flowers thousands of miles away, boating on the lake can ease our dreams. Some people may say that the reservoirs have been built, so why not go boating there? No, that's different. The water in the reservoir is too deep and calm, and my dream is bright and shallow. Lixiang Lake in Luanshui Bay is in line with the background color in my dream.
A bay of clear water, the reflection of distant mountains, blue sky and white clouds were also taken into my arms. Fish swim freely. They are water spirits and children. They have been reproducing since ancient times and will continue to reproduce. Fish and water are interdependent and complement each other. Flocks of wild ducks on the water make a cheerful "goo goo" sound, and egrets enjoy themselves in the mirror not far from the shore. Willows are weeping along the coast, lotus flowers are graceful in the pool, exotic flowers and plants are towering beside the path, and birds are singing in the shade. I want to embrace this landscape and this painting. Unfortunately, my arm was not long enough, so I set out on a gondola. Long hair is slightly raised, clothes are fluttering, and ripples are rippling around. The noise of the city and the troubles of the world disappear together, and the water and the sky are connected, and heaven and man are one. I blend in with this painting.
(3) the island in the middle of the lake
It is the lotus seed left by Guanyin Bodhisattva, which is cleverly embedded in the middle of the lake, so this Lixiang Lake has a fairy and elegant atmosphere. Does the winding path lead to Penglai? Are the fairies' clothes curled up in the morning mist? Walking lightly on the island in the middle of the lake. Only in this way can you listen to Sanskrit.
This is a good place to dream. Everyone has a dream. Some dreams are like a gust of wind, coming and going, coming and going without a trace. Like a flying butterfly, beauty will never stop. Some dreams, like a seed, are stubbornly implanted in the bottom of my heart. Whether you admit it or not, like it or not, it will sprout and blossom there, and then flourish. Such a dream is to give it a garden, give it a space, let the gentle wind blow gently, let the warm sunshine comfort gently, let the pure rain wash slowly, let the crickets play the piano for it, let the larks sing for it ... The small island in the center of Lixiang Lake is a place where dreams can be planted, and it is the Eden of dreams. Don't believe me, let's go there tomorrow morning and see if you can plant seeds there after a long drought.
The island in the middle of the lake is still a place to fall in love and talk about a holy love. Boys and girls who are budding in love have only admiration and no distractions. I really want to say love but dare not say it, just let the little white rabbit collide in my heart; I really want to hold your hand but dare not extend it, just let the beautiful feelings surge between each other. This pure love has left us for many years, right? Can the island in the middle of the lake return to uncontaminated love?
Luanshui Bay, an island in the lake, I want to land and fly by myself!
(4) Clear up emotions
In the summer evening, after dinner, I strolled to my Luanshui Bay. Sit on the bluestone, let your feet soak in the water, and watch the mountains slowly receive the sunshine. In order to repay the kindness of Dashan, the sun conjured up colorful clouds all over the sky for it, which gathered in the embrace of Luanhe River and formed a beautiful picture.
Watching, watching, I suddenly became a small fish and dissolved into the sunset glow of this river. I move back and forth freely, stirring up the beauty of a river, and my fatigue is slowly released from the fish's tail and turned into waves behind me. I continue to swim in the water, open my mouth from time to time, let the warm river flow slowly through my body, and my internal organs are cleaned and refreshed.
The light gradually disappeared, and the river changed, from shining to shining. A few cicadas singing on the weeping willows on the shore added to the tranquility of this evening and called me back to my body. But at this time, I was refreshed, so I stood up and went home with a clear heart.