Xingping Mountain is like a painting, Lijiang River is sparkling prose

When I was still wearing a red scarf and thinking about the extra meal at school all day long, the Chinese teacher tirelessly explained He Jingzhi's "Guilin Landscape" to us. When I was wearing a Chinese-style school uniform and cheering that I finally didn’t have to line up after school, the slightly philosophical song “I Want to Go to Guilin” was floating everywhere inside and outside the campus. Guilin, a place mentioned by Chinese teachers, geography teachers and even history teachers. Master Han said of her, "The river is like a green belt, and the mountains are like jade hairpins." Du Shisheng praised her, "It is hot in the five mountains, but Guilin is the only pleasant place.

Guilin is really a haunting name.

< p> Time passed and I, who had no money and no time, gradually forgot about the Guilin dream. Until one day, my four-year-old baby pointed at the cartoon water bird in the picture book and muttered in his little mouth: "This is the cormorant pendant." "Luo ah mother". Cormorants, Lijiang River, Guilin, just this moment ignited the longing that has been buried deep in my heart. Hand over the work, pack your bags, and go to look for the childhood in the peach blossoms and graceful and fragrant April days. Guilin in the fragrance of paper.

It was a lazy afternoon when we abandoned the boat and drove to Xingping Ancient Town in Yangshuo, Guilin. Different from the bustle of Xitang Ancient Town and the hustle and bustle of Lijiang Ancient Town, Xingping Ancient Town was quiet. It's as if even the wind has stopped. The blue bricks and black tiles, the deep alleys of the ancient city, walking slowly along the bluestone road, only the single sound of the suitcase's wheels can be heard in my ears. This is a pure world far away from the world. , gently embraced by the mountains and rivers. A tabby cat in front of the house half-squinted its eyes, enjoying the pleasant late spring afternoon. An old man selling water chestnuts in the corner not far away also squinted his eyes and took a nap. It seems that time has been reincarnated for hundreds of years, and it seems that it has been fascinated by this vast fairyland on earth, and it has stopped moving forward in a hurry, with no prosperity or loneliness. The tiles are a story, and the plants and trees have long been indifferent to the joy and anger of the world.

Walking through the deep alleys of the ancient town, the eyes suddenly opened up. Due to the early arrival of the flood season, the water of the Li River has already appeared with yellow ripples. , the beautiful scenery of Qingluo and Jasper was slightly reduced, a little less graceful, but a little more generous. Rows of bamboo rafts were parked on the shore, waiting for the water level to subside. I was really tired at the dock. We rented a tricycle and took us to the hotel in Ergendi Village. After settling in, we asked the boss to rent two bicycles and took our baby daughter for a walk around the ink landscape painting.

There are waves of fruits floating on the shore of the Li River. A bright orange figure is hidden under a large dark green leaf. The breeze brings a moist coolness, which also causes the orange forest to rustle. The orange figure He shook his head suddenly, as if singing a happy song. Several banana trees were mixed in, and there were still a few bunches of green fruits on the trees, just like the sudden high note hidden at the junction of the orchard. An inconspicuous dirt path, with a few houses at the end of the path, scattered in the embrace of the mountains. Master Meng once said: "The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. "The joyful mood has not diminished even after a thousand years of time and space. Unfortunately, I am just a passer-by here. I have no old friends to chat with me over wine. I can only follow the beautiful scenery and continue to move forward until the riverside. I am excited all the way. The daughter shouted again at this time: "Mom, look, there are two big birds there. "Following my daughter's fingers, I saw two cormorants on the side of the road that have kept pace with the times. They have no longer made a living from fishing but have taken photos as a profession. Under their shiny black feathers, their blue eyes are also in focus. After looking at us warily and handing over ten yuan, my daughter happily took a photo with her beloved Mr. Perot.

She abandoned her car and boarded a boat, and went upstream along the Li River, which was like the Yellow River. When you get off the boat, you can see the classic Nine Horse Painting Mountain in Guilin. Sit on the ground, listen to the gurgling water, and carefully look for the traces of the nine horses on the cliff. The locals have a saying: "Look at the horse." , look at the horse groom, ask you how many pairs of magic horses you have, and see that seven horses are ranked second, and nine horses are chosen by the champion. "Once again, I deeply proved that I am ordinary. In addition to marveling at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, I can barely recognize a few of them despite my exhaustion of imagination. Call the baby and let her have a look. The little guy is even more amazing. He looked confused, alas! It seems that such a good thing can't be forced.

Dusk is gradually rising on the riverside, and the sun is stretching the shadows. I don't want to go back to the other side. We returned to the hotel so quickly and continued towards the ancient town. While chatting and laughing with my husband, a few words suddenly flashed in the corner of my eyes - 20 yuan background viewing platform.

I quickly got off the car and went to the riverside to find strong terrain. When the familiar beautiful scenery on the paper suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, there was no secular atmosphere of yellow and white things, but a touch of ethereal, a touch of mist, a touch of elegance and a touch of ancient charm. The setting sun is shining, the water is rippling, mountain birds are flying high, and the peaks are scattered and spread out in layers. A light mist rises like silk, and a green belt grows around the river. The dark green brush strokes gradually bloom from near to far. Facing the flowing water, mountain birds are chirping on it, and a small green island in the middle of the river is like a pearl fallen from a fairyland. What a tranquil and elegant ink painting. There is no trace of impetuousness or impatience in the painting. My heart is as calm as water, as if I have integrated into the landscape. The setting sun sets quickly, and the sky that was filled with deep purple and brilliant red just a moment ago is now only a thin layer of red. The sound of frogs in the four fields gradually began to sound, and the night wind plucked the strings. Suddenly, I felt that the style of the painting in front of me changed. The originally extremely beautiful landscape painting actually gained a sense of mystery and weirdness. Gradually, the mountains in the distance disappeared into the night. middle.

After dinner, I took my daughter back to the hotel. The little one happily ate fruit on the balcony, listening to the beloved fairy tales, and adding a few words of his own thoughts from time to time, which made my husband love me. He wiped away the remaining juice on the corner of her mouth. She really loved this feeling.

To me, Guilin is no longer just a word that only exists in the fragrance of ink on the page. Guilin is a slowly unfolding landscape of mountains and rivers. Even the best paintings of the country cannot describe its grace. Guilin is a beautiful and refined little poem, and even the exquisite language cannot describe its charm. Only if you have been to Guilin can you understand what "the most beautiful scenery is on the road" means. Only if you have been to Guilin can you understand what "the most beautiful scenery is on the road"!