A group of seven of us were at the Good Day Hotel in Guangde City after attending the wedding of our literary friend Liu Jing and her husband. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. When we saw that it was still early, we discussed finding a place. Let’s take a walk and see the scenery of Guangde City. At Jingjing’s suggestion, we decided to go to the Lucun Reservoir on the outskirts of the city to enjoy the scenery there.
Lucun Reservoir is located between Taiyang Mountain and Xiaoling Mountain in the southeast of Guangde County. 10 kilometers away from the county seat. The center of the reservoir was originally Lu Village. Later, the reservoir was built and some people were moved away from Lu Village. In order to commemorate this village, it was called Lu Village Reservoir. According to records, the construction of the Lucun Reservoir was started in October 1970. The dam was basically completed in 1975, and later a hydropower station was built. It is a medium-sized reservoir in Anhui with a water collection area of ??139 square kilometers. It is also called Lu Lake by the locals.
The person who drove us to the Lucun Reservoir was a handsome guy from a wealthy family named Wang. He was also my husband, who I once wrote about as an illustrator in an article. He was a gentlemanly, sunny and handsome young man. , he drove us to the mountain behind the reservoir, not the dam. The mountain is full of gravel roads, and most people dare not drive into the mountain.
When we drove to the top of the mountain, we saw an endless reservoir in front of us, and the winding mountain road led to the shore of the reservoir.
The reservoir is actually a lake. The water in the lake is rippling and sparkling. There are water birds flying over the water, which is refreshing. There are overlapping hills around the reservoir, and there is a small peak in the middle of the reservoir. , the water flows around the mountains, and the peaks appear in the water.
Our feet were stepping on soft loess soil. There were many maples, pine trees, and chestnut trees on both sides of the ridge. The mountains behind the reservoir were full of patches of tea trees. I seemed to have seen the harvest in spring. Tea girl, singing "
The flowers are blooming in spring,
Tea-picking girls are all over the hills.
Carrying baskets to pick tea,
Picking pieces after pieces brings fragrance,
Picking from east to west,
The tea-picking girl smiles..." singing, her hands kept picking. Tea.
No, we also became tea-picking girls. I asked Teacher Jiang to come with me and Wang Caizi to take photos for us and capture the beautiful moments.
While we were taking photos, we were praising the beautiful scenery here and breathing the fresh air in the mountains. Teacher Jiang picked an old late autumn tea leaf and put it in his mouth to sleep. He said it had a refreshing fragrance.
A careful and talented woman, she also brought a camera and took photos for us along the way.
The charming Yuqiong literary friend, the elegant Lanxi school girl, the confident teacher Qi Fanqi, the Buddha-like teacher Jiang, the talented and beautiful Wang Peng couple, plus me, a lively half Old lady, let this silent hill come alive. We stood on the top of the mountain and had a panoramic view of the scenery below. We talked and laughed happily, leaving the troubles of the world behind, as if we had arrived in a paradise.
In the afternoon of late autumn, I saw that the hill opposite the reservoir was covered with red and green maple trees. It was so beautiful that there was mist floating in the air. We laughed and said that this is really a good place for self-cultivation and a feng shui treasure land that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth. No wonder literati in ancient times liked to come to the south of the Yangtze River, a land of pine forests and seas of bamboo.
The clouds are all the same color in the evening, and the poems form their own pictures. The beauty in nature can only be truly felt by us if we let go of our own selfishness.
The trip to Lucun Reservoir left our beautiful footprints in this passionate late autumn.
About the author: Wang Chunxiang, online name: Xuemei, surname, the fragrance of flowers in spring, was born in Songyang County, Anhui Province.
Now settled in Shanghai, I like reading, opera, music and traveling. The contracted author of the public accounts "Zhengxiangyu" and "Qifanqi Weikan".
With a sentiment like a leisurely cloud and a wild crane, I rely on literature in my spare time and feel the tranquility of life in the text. Use words to record stories over the years, and use words to nourish a poetic soul.