An apartment, a car, a Hal, a camera, work hard, drive in your spare time, take Hal all the way to all the places you want to go. ...
Travel, the word, is no longer a strange word. It can make people walk out of the nine-to-five numbness and dispel all the pressure and troubles. It seems to have become a part of life.
The distance I once yearned for, the lofty sentiments I said I would leave, always made me moldy.
If you want to find the poetry of spring, Jiangnan is the best note, and the graceful rhyme must be in Huizhou.
The mountains are covered with clothes, the water is full of waves, the walls are small with blue bricks and tiles, and the corridors are hung with lattice windows. Turn around gently, look back slowly, and under the polishing of time, render it into a freehand landscape on rice paper.
& gt& gt& gt At the foot of Huangshan Mountain, clouds are steaming in Xia Wei, and the walls are covered with white tiles. How many people?
Hongcun is like a scroll of ink painting written on plain white silk, just waiting for the world to appreciate it quietly; It is also like a black and white silhouette left in the depths of time, just waiting for the world to pick it up gently.
Horsehead wall and small bridge painted with ceramic tiles are reflected on the lake, and the deep house courtyard splashed with ink by the water is walking on the bluestone road, like walking into a picture scroll.
Make a cup of tea by the moon marsh, lean back against the bamboo chair, and watch the surrounding ancient emblem houses reflected in the water. The mottled and dusty powder wall ripples slightly in the moon marsh, which makes people feel dull pain.
Walking in Xidi Village and Qingshi Road, I saw the ancestral halls and archways in the residential buildings, dotted with green hills and waterfalls, and the flowers and trees enjoyed their prosperity.
Xidi is surrounded by mountains, and two streams meet in the south of the village. The house is rich, the garden is exquisite, the patio is narrow and dark, the eaves are dripping with rain, and life is carefully placed between heaven and earth.
Standing here for a long time, my mood will gradually get wet, but it is very fresh, because the dew has dropped the dust in my heart.
Apart from handing hong cun to the west, the beautiful scenery of Nanping Village also illustrates the charm of spring breeze.
Just listening to the name Nanping, I feel that it is a small town engraved by time and years, which is quite meaningful.
It's not big here, but we need to wander around. The ancient and quaint atmosphere permeates the criss-crossing 72 lanes, and a little carelessness can make you intoxicated and lose your way.
The great harmony of white walls and tiles, hidden in green mountains and green waters, is picturesque and has a rare tranquility. It is an ideal place to stay away from the noise, live in the countryside and live in life.
I didn't go to Chengkan, but I came to Huizhou for nothing. Chengkan has a profound historical and cultural background and beautiful natural landscape, and has the reputation of "Chengkan Shuangxianli, the first village in the south of the Yangtze River".
Huizhou people do a lot of business, so they pay more attention to Feng Shui. The layout of Chengkan conforms to yin and yang, and the stream passes around the village, forming a figure similar to yin and yang fish.
The winding streets and lanes, which can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, attract many tourists who like humanities, and wander among old houses, old walls, ancient trees and bay bridges to feel the timeless charm of ink and wash.
Walking between a house with white walls and black tiles and a winding alley, God thought he was in a maze. And when you finally get out of the maze, your mood will become clear and happy again.
Huizhou in the impression of>& gt& gt is a white wall with black tiles, and it is also a moving flower accompanied by four seasons.
The fishing village selling flowers is the birthplace of "Huizhou bonsai", with many flowers, especially plum blossom piles. In spring, this small mountain village is like a flower, full of red berries, and the spring is beautiful.
Walking into this country and returning to nature is quite pleasant. If you are hungry, you can have a farmhouse meal, hairy tofu, wild vegetables, earth eggs and bacon. Drink a cup of fragrant green tea brewed by mountain spring when you are thirsty. ...
Looking at the bonsai flowers in the yard during the day, watching the starlight in the countryside at night, and breathing the fresh air in the primitive mountain village, when you encounter all this, you will unconsciously slow down your pace and time and only immerse yourself in the fragrance of the mountain flowers.
In the middle and late March, rape flowers in Wuyuan are also in full bloom. Rapeseed terraces meander in the mountains, and the spring breeze blows through the golden rape fields, full of vitality.
Horsehead wall covered with faint smoke, middle-aged women driving cattle and sheep home at dusk, and gorgeous yellow flowers in spring are all poetic.
When the rape blossoms are in full bloom, the peach blossoms in the ancient village of Changxi, known as the "first village in southern Hunan", are also in full bloom, which is the densest place for peach trees in Huizhou District.
Walking into the ancient village of Changxi in March is like walking into a paradise. Alleys crisscross, old houses are mottled with shadows, memorial archways are carved, ponds are dotted, mountains are surrounded, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Against the background of pink peach blossoms and golden rape blossoms, the Horsehead Wall shows its unique grace, mountains and flowers, bursts of spring breeze and indescribable charm.
Huizhou is an ancient book, a poem, a woodcarving, a cup of light tea, a bunch of flowers, a bright moon and a roll of ink and wash. There is always a kind of scenery that warms people's hearts and walks into dreams.
Especially in Huizhou in spring, the smoke from the kitchen in the sunset, mixed with the growing spring breeze, the softness of drizzle and the obscurity of green, can not help but arouse people's reverie. In a trance, I finally realized Tang Xianzu's melancholy famous sentence: "I am crazy and have no dream of Huizhou."