This stone road from the river to Panlong Highway is rarely traveled by people. Seeing the forest is deep and the trees are green, sometimes a small waterfall pours down from the edge of a high cliff. Although not spectacular, the scenery is unique. There are scattered farmhouses with white walls and tile houses between the forest slopes, which are in harmony with the green mountains and green waters. Ripe loquats were not picked in front of the house and scattered all over the floor.
Walking into a forest, the path was very slippery because of the rainy night last night. Only a dozen people received the wind, and four people were lost. Everyone walked carefully. I was surprised when I suddenly met a small bridge with flowing water. Looking around, there really is the scenery described by Ma Zhiyuan, not only dead vines, but also hundreds of years old trees.
We climbed along the path between the cliff walls, and there were several Chinese characters with profound meanings on the cliff walls, which became the testimony of this ancient road. The above three words are intertwined with moss, and the words and moss grow into one color, blending together and hugging each other, as if they never want to be apart. Although the handwriting is vague, our steps stop for it.
The moss on the slate, the moss on the cliff, and the moss on several ancient trees are in harmony with the flowing water of the bridge under the shade. At the moment, Ma Zhiyuan's "Jing Tian Sand" and Li Bai's "Sleeping in the Sky and Singing Empty Cities" immediately came to my mind and appeared in front of my eyes. How similar it is to this situation! This may be the reason why their works have been told for thousands of years. It's so beautiful to recite their poems here.
Walking into an ancient ancestral hall building, I think of my former residence a hundred years ago, and I feel that this place is really a treasure trove of feng shui, and it is logical to have a general manager of Sun Yat-sen's cabinet. In front of the ancient buildings, talented people and beautiful women took pictures with relish, which was very appropriate, so I improvised two couplets:
The first part: sitting in front of Cheng Temple, holding a poem in hand, the daughter-in-law recites Cheng Family Training;
Bottom line: people live in seclusion, and they have a bamboo moon in their hearts and smell Li.
The first part: meteor grass, Maoerzhai ridge and wooden language are wonderfully combined into a swan song;
Bottom line: the leaves are sparse, and the old wolf meets the lonely soul in the tree in the Cheng ancestral hall.
Walking into Kowloon and approaching the waterfall, I don't know if it is a surprise or excitement. I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Think about the legend of nine dragons. Is it related to waterfalls? What's in them? What's in them? Where are the nine dragons? Can we get together in Longxiang and join in the grand event? To say the location, under this waterfall, in this Kowloon Bay, of course, is the most appropriate.
Fortunately, we came at the right time, and the water in Pinghu just fell 50 meters under the bridge. There is a poem that says: infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak. In order to get the best photos, you must go to the most dangerous places. So, Lang Sanzi and I slowly climbed down from the cliff and reached the lower right of the bridge. Although it took a lot of effort, we finally reached the best position to shoot the waterfall. Photographed the spectacular waterfall, with the flavor of Wanzhou Qinglong Waterfall and the shadow of Guizhou Huangjiaoshu Waterfall. So, I immediately wrote a song: Shuilongyin Jiulong Waterfall.
Kowloon Waterfall has just opened, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere. One thought is like another, two of a kind, three cups of fog. Flowers don't reopen, waves are silent, and the sun waves are broken. Look at Cangshan overlapping, the tide is long and the water is falling, Lushan dream and Tiangong said.
Spring painting, winter poetry, summer plum, clouds, hookahs and reeds. When talking at night, the purple tree lives in the phoenix and mirrors the bottom of the river. The willow color is thick, the dusk is clear, and the dream stays in spring. Looking at the Tianhe River, welcoming the breeze and enjoying the bright moon, what song is it?
The theme of this activity is to go into Longxiang's literary creation, and of course to the people. So, after a short rest in Kowloon, we headed for the depths of the mountains. The car is driving on the lush Panshan highway, and there are few people in the mountains. From time to time, a family will raise smoke from the kitchen, which really answers the poem "someone is deep in the white clouds"
When climbing Maoerping, you can have a panoramic view of the new city, people and Kowloon.
Standing on the ruins of Maoer village, the village is overgrown with weeds. In the ruins without roads, I began to look for the footprints of history. A square well was packed with water plants, and a cage of bamboo stood next to it, as if telling the vicissitudes of the old well. A tree of papaya grows well, not only spreading branches and leaves, but also bearing many papaya seeds, which seems to be guarding the village entrance for a long time. Those ruined villages are covered with grass, there are two stone gates standing there alone, and there is a broken stone wall, which seems to tell the past silently. Only the stockade door is well preserved, and the stone carving pattern on the door is clearly visible.
A beautiful woman, dressed in the costume of the Republic of China, leaned against the village gate with a book "Yunyang Poetry" in her hand, as if reading the past of Maoer Village. From her reading expression, I feel as if she has just crossed here from ancient times. ...
We have come and will leave. A gust of wind blows, so cool. The bamboo cage by the well, under the breezy breeze, seems to be nodding goodbye to us, and seems to be reluctant to go. I think everything in the world is sentient, so a song "Yong Yu Le Hang Mao Yin Er Zhai" should be born with rhyme:
Wide rivers, tall buildings and bamboo shadows. The mist is long, the shepherd boy disappears, and the tourists are drunk. At dusk, I have heard birds singing, just for the living dragon. When the waves sound, the lonely mountain is a must, and the seaside city is next to you.
Don't give up, why go looking for more? You have never been a scholar today. At dawn in Jingyue, the wind is cold and the night becomes long and bright. White clouds cut off, the cold door broke, but I slept in the fog. Really nothing, smoke around dreams, looking for ancient temples.