Magical Swallow Rock Prose

On Sunday, our family visited Chishui Yanziyan National Forest Park. As soon as I entered the scenic spot, I experienced the joy of returning to nature. We sang, ran, and danced, feasting on the delicious beauty of the Yanzi Rock landscape. Next to the stream, on a clean stone bridge covered with bamboo shade, a kind lady set up a small square table, fished out watermelons soaked in the stream and waited for customers. The smile on her face was a sincere welcome to tourists. The smooth watermelon skin reflects the young leaves and flowers of the trees, and the red watermelon pulp stores the cool and mellow fragrance of the stream. The stone staircase road is wide and flat, and the stone railings are quite unique. The stone railings should be made of reinforced concrete, but their appearance is like a mottled tree trunk. The cross section of the supporting "trunk" is equipped with annual rings. The safety slogans on the guardrails are very user-friendly: "Please do not climb over", "Protect every plant and tree in the mountain, they will be pleasing to the eye", "Forest fire prevention, please do not smoke", etc., all of which are marked with eye-catching words. English text. The plants are complex but not chaotic, numerous and orderly. The eucalyptus holds up the umbrella canopy, the trees unfold a green screen, the green bamboo bows due to being too full of water, and various herbaceous shrubs cover the creek and its surroundings layer by layer. Hear the sound of running water. The leaves of the tall trees chatted with the passionate breeze and kissed the selfless sunshine. Where you look down, the bamboos nod, the leaves flutter, they are all rippling in the water-like sunlight, and colorful butterflies come to accompany them in their flight. Moss is attached to the stone wall, which is the green and close-fitting soft clothes of the stone wall. Various kinds of vines hang from the stone wall, like the bangs on the forehead of a young girl. Groups and groups of tourists pointed at the high and low vegetation, chatting and laughing, and their excitement and satisfaction were palpable.

The bamboos elsewhere are either thin and yellow, or have broken arms and limbs. The bamboos here, just the long and gradually tapering bamboo tips, are more delicate and soft than the willows in March, and there is a bunch of green bamboo leaves in the shape of the word "Jie" on the tips. Some thousand-year-old bamboos have bloomed, and the rice-like flower spots show the glory of the old bamboos; some new and tender bamboo poles have been broken for less than a year, and they are vigorously piercing the air; some bamboo branches are whirling and broad. The thick leaves wrap around the stem, like a plump and fat woman. Occasionally, there are bamboo leaves that naturally fall off, swaying, wandering, and wandering in the forest. The girl is a girl with long braids. The stems of the tree are thin and straight, and are covered with downy moss. The dense green pinnate leaves form a long and wide banana fan, which looks more like a fluttering war flag. The withered and yellow branches are slanted but not falling, hanging down. It is not rotten and looks very much like the mink tail hole feathers hanging diagonally on the hats of Manchu officials. We looked at the sun through the roof-like leaves of the philodendron. The sun was like a big shining white bead inlaid in the blue sky. The rays of light became bright white pillars in bunches and streaks, trying their best to Spread in all directions. Standing on the stone steps at the top of the stone staircase is a tall fairy with a graceful figure and flying hair. Sometimes she smiles gracefully and sometimes dances with the wind. Visitors may smile knowingly or taste and visit. This is really a picture of the dependence between man and nature. A touching scene of falling in love.

Climbing Swallow Rock, your ears, eyes, tongue, and teeth are washed by oxygen ions, and your internal organs are refreshed and relaxed. The legs get stronger as they climb, enjoying the scenery and singing along the way. Yanziyan is worthy of its name as a national 4A-level forest park.

The Yanziyan Waterfall is like two silver-white gauze falling from the sky. The waterfall is nearly a thousand feet high, singing joyful songs that measure the entire cliff. The water droplets were sparkling and dazzling, and the water balls fell sharply. The thin water particles condensed into silver silk covers in mid-air. The water threads separated and combined, and thousands of meteors shone with silver light. The towering rocks under the waterfall are as colored as crabs and shaped like ice cubes, with splashes of water and misty rain. On the opposite side of the rock, there is a plant that looks like corn but is definitely not corn. The long, wet, light green stems and leaves are swaying from side to side in the wind and rain of the waterfall. Looking at the waterfall from a distance, the waterfall sometimes bends into a bow, as if calling the gods and giants to draw the bow and nock the arrow. Sometimes the waterfall spreads its elegant skirt, spreading to dry the crystal dragon girl skirt on the cliff ten or twenty stories high, as if Looking forward to the dragon girl coming to fly into the sky and soaring in the heaven. I love the sound of waterfalls. This sound is clear and sweet, like a cicada humming, like a cricket chirping happily, like the sound of gold and jade, like a bell or a zither. This sound nourishes the ears and soothes the soul.

The inside of the waterfall is an entire cliff. There is a plank road in the middle of the cliff. Below the plank road is the cold and gloomy Danxia cliff. The Danxia rock inlay above the plank road is still as high as five or six stories. The high top wall is the eaves inlaid with rock. It is said that the top wall is a paradise for swallows. When we arrived, several little swallows were silhouetted through the clouds, rushing and tumbling.

From the downy feathers left everywhere on the rock wall, I inferred that the swallows must be murmuring and joyful after returning to their nests. To the right at the end of the colorful cliff, there are towering ancient trees - the tall trees are invariably and crazily raising their crowns to the sky. The soil at the foot of the tree was covered with thick swallow dung. Miraculously, there is no smell at all from the thick swallow droppings. The fatness of the swallow dung seems to be digested and absorbed by the thick stems and dense crowns of the trees. Birds fertilize trees, and trees provide environment for birds. Nature is truly the most intelligent designer. We set foot on the plank road set up in the middle of the cliff. There are strong railings on the outside of the plank road. People can safely and boldly walk slowly along the stone walls. There are red Danxia stone walls inside and a waterfall flying outside. How heroic and spectacular this scene is! After walking the plank road in the middle of the cliff, we came to the pavilion to rest. I was not interested in the various snacks sold in the pavilion, but I was very interested in the crystal clear spring water that looked like a glass tube and spewed out from the cracks in the rock. This spring water had a A very beautiful name - Longevity Old Man. I took a cup and drank it. It was refreshing and pleasant, and my body was in good health. If I drink this water regularly, my longevity is guaranteed, my name will be good, and my water will be better. Climbing up from the pavilion, you can see the thick green bamboo tubes on the roadside, with the names of tourists carved on the green bamboo skin. I am a little disgusted with this. The personality of tourists is promoted, and the poor green bamboo leaves eternal pain and scars.

At the end of the green bamboo is the scenic spot "Source of Life", which is actually a flat natural stone crevice about five meters high that is open and closed. The cracks in the rocks are plump, smooth and moist, and the weeds and vines are lush and separated. It is said that they are the "source of life", which is really vivid. Not far from the "source of life", several bushes of Bupleurum flowers are in full bloom. Bupleurum is not tall, with its strangely twisting branches, fresh and elegant leaves, covering the silver-gray crown, and the top is dotted with flowers with white calyx and red pistil, like a girl in spring makeup, like peony and peony, attracting tourists to stop. Attracting waves of bees and butterflies.

Continue to move forward on the boardwalk. The ladder relies on the rock wall and is suspended in the air. When people step on it, it makes a clanging sound. The more trees there are, the bigger they become. Their roots are like giant pythons, like thick ropes, like the feet of an octopus, like the claws of a flying dragon, clinging tightly to the rocks, spiraling and piercing into the crevices. The "Root of Life" scenic spot is lifelike, decorated with the roots of a thick tree. The top looks like a turtle's head, and the main part seems to be covered with circles of skin. It seems to be a natural pair with the "Source of Life" in front of it to breed new ones. Hope of life.

After walking through the "Macaque Overpass", we climbed onto the top dam about the size of a basketball court at the top of Yanziyan Waterfall. The top dam is a concave bluish-gray boulder. Standing on the top of the dam, you can have a panoramic view of the distant mountains and nearby trees: the mountain roads are winding and winding paths lead to secluded areas; the mountains are towering and green, and the tree crowns are like clouds. Behind the top dam is the Liantai Waterfall, which looks like a hanging curtain. On both sides of the top dam, vines wrap around ancient trees, and strong pines hang from the cliffs. These mountains and rocks are so strange; these trees and water are so beautiful!

When I left Yanziyan, I kept looking back at the red rocks and green trees, and waved to the mountains and flowing water. Suddenly I remembered the eternal masterpiece "Yellow Crane Tower" by the great poet Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty. I borrowed some sentence patterns to imitate a few sentences. I guess Teacher Cui wouldn't be angry.

Swallow Rock

Swallows come and go in spring and autumn, singing happily to Swallow Rock every year.

How many times do swallows come back? The white clouds are lingering.

The red clouds are green, the green trees are floating, and the red water is murmuring in the oasis.

This is Rizhao Township, where the kings and grandsons of the world can stay.