One day, Du Mu received an invitation from a distant friend to discuss poetry with wine and make friends with poetry. He had this idea for a long time, so he got the servant into the carriage and set off in a hurry.
It's late autumn, which makes people feel chilly. Du Mu thought, what kind of good poems should I present to my friends? So he went all the way to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the mountains, hoping to get creative inspiration from it. Accompanied by the rhythm of horseshoe "click, click", Du Mu gently lifted the curtain and saw a stone road winding into the distance. Halfway up the mountain, in the place where white clouds fill the air in the depths of the forest, there are vaguely several families, and the smoke from the kitchen rises leisurely. Suddenly he was fascinated by the fiery red color in the distance, which was the maple forest. So Du Mu ordered the servant to stop: "Stop, stop quickly." He wants to walk in the maple forest and savor the autumn scenery.
In the distance, the mountains covered with maple leaves are like a shy girl dancing lightly in the breeze in red gauze, and the maple leaves dancing with the wind are like irises sown by a goddess. When it landed at its feet, people seemed to hear the sound of its heartbreak, and it could not get rid of the fate of being separated from the tree after all. The letter hand picked up a red leaf with residual dew on it, which added ruddy color to the maple leaf. Du Mu can't help but sigh: "The fallen leaves that fall in autumn frost are redder than the flowers in spring!" Look at this whole maple forest again, it looks even more gorgeous against the setting sun, just like the bright clouds on the horizon.
Du Mu was fascinated by it, as if the red leaves all over the mountains were a perfect and elegant lyric poem; A landscape painting that captures the soul; Touching flute melody.
It is getting late. For the convenience of accommodation, Du Mu and his servant reluctantly set off again. Although there are some regrets, he still brought his friends a poem that has been passed down through the ages:
Mountain travel
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds. I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
Fangshan is a strange mountain in the southern suburbs of Nanjing, and it is a treasure trove in Jiangning. Fangshan is square, isolated and unique, with a flat top, hence the name Fangshan. Because its four corners are square, it is like an imperial seal falling from the sky, also known as Yin Tian. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Yin Tian Woodcut Songs was listed as one of the "Eight Scenes of Jinling" and "Forty Scenes of Jinling". Seen from a distance, Fangshan is a Pingdingshan that is not too high. It looks like a seal from a distance and was called Yinshan in ancient times. Although Fangshan is not high, it is still tall and straight because it is located in the plain.
Fangshan is an extinct volcano, which was formed by volcanic activity 5 million years ago, leaving many precious minerals. Do you still remember the text "Stone" in the Chinese book? Isn't Fangshan a stone book full of knowledge? The surrounding lower part is covered with brick red sandstone of Chishan Formation of Upper Cretaceous and gravel layer of Dongxuanguan Formation of Tertiary, forming a gentle slope. Paleogene Pliocene Fangshan Formation basalt and its pyroclastic rocks cover the top of Dongxuanguan Formation. There are brick red sandstone of Chishan Formation of Upper Cretaceous and gravel layer of Dongxuanguan Formation of Tertiary, forming a gentle slope. Basalt of Pliocene Fangshan Formation and its pyroclastic rocks cover the top of Dongxuanguan Formation. It's really a stone book.
Fangshan is not only a stone book full of knowledge, but also the green lung of the city. Looking up to the mountain, I saw a green bamboo forest and a silky river on the left and right. The sound of "Hua La" came from the river constantly, as if whispering a moving story for thousands of years to tourists. There is also an endless tea garden on the top of the mountain, which is lush and full of vitality under the sunlight. This is Ziwu Tea Garden. It is said that during the communication in spring and summer, a layer of mist will rise on the top of the mountain, which can show a faint purple color under the sunlight. Take a sip of purple mist tea, and it smells fragrant.
This is Fangshan, poetic and dreamlike.
I am a beautiful and happy mountain.
Don't think that only people have friends, we also have friends in the mountains, and there are many, many more. I have a friend who is a mountain like me. He is my best friend, and we live happily together year after year. We all wear colorful clothes with various patterns, such as red flowers, yellow fruits, green trees, grass and so on. Birds, butterflies and small animals in the mountains call it home. They often sing, dance and play here.
But one morning, I just woke up from my dream and heard my best friend crying. He was scarred, and I felt very strange: "Hey! What is this? " He said with tears: "Last night, many people came. They secretly took flashlights, saws and machetes, cut trees on me, crushed my flowers and trampled my grass, and all the small animals fled in horror. " "I see." I was angry and anxious after listening to it. Our peaceful and happy life was broken from now on.
Before long, many people came down from the foot of my mountain. "It's them! That's them! They are here to hurt you! " The friend shouted anxiously, "Stop it! Stop it! " However, the group of people not only didn't stop moving, but accelerated the cutting speed. Their left knife and right knife hurt me. "Don't cut it down. The tree on my body has many uses, which can stop sandstorms, prevent soil erosion and give you fresh air! " They don't listen to me at all, but they keep cutting! Chop! Chop! My body is bleeding, and so is my heart. There is no green around, no vitality, and now we are a bare mountain, ugly and old. The flood rushed past us like a tiger and flooded the gray city.
When I was a child, there was a hill not far from grandma's house. The soil on the mountain is brownish red, and grandma always likes to say, "Duck eggs are salted in loess, and yolk is red and fresh." In spring, the mountains and plains are full of all kinds of flowers, in summer, trees are shaded, and in autumn, sweet and sour mountain fruits are produced. This is our children's paradise.
Later, a brick factory was built nearby, and workers took soil from the mountain to burn bricks every day. The hill was bitten to pieces, and the green trees disappeared, replaced by bare stones. After the rainstorm, the debris flow buried fruit trees and crops at the foot of the mountain. The villagers no longer go to the mountains to cut wood, and their friends can't go in and out of the Woods to hide and seek.
A few years later, the loess was mined, and the original brick factory was abandoned, leaving only piles of broken bricks. The yellow loess sighs that the past youth is gone forever.
I don't know when, a small ore processing plant boomed on the edge of the hill. Pieces of big bluestones on the mountain were moved to the foot of the mountain, turned into white pebbles in the roar of day and night, and were transported to various places. As soon as the wind blows, the small village is filled with white sandstorms, and the doors and windows of every household are closed all day.
In a few years, the hill was razed to the ground, and there were piles of rocks and potholes everywhere. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, I always stay on the ruins of the hill for half a day.
The wind of "building a new countryside" has blown to a small mountain village, and the villagers have started work together, pulling abandoned bricks to pave the way, using the remaining stones to build flower beds, filling the potholed mountains, building new basketball courts and installing sports and fitness equipment. After dinner, old people in twos and threes sat on stone benches, groups of children jumped up and down on fitness equipment, and young people in threes and fives played basketball on the basketball court. ...
Now to grandma's house, you can only find me skipping happily in this happy playground.
Bijiashan Scenic Area is located in the west of Liaoning Province, northeast of China, bordering the Bohai Sea and adjacent to Jinzhou Port. The mountain has three peaks, two low and one high, which are shaped like a pen, hence the name; Every time the tide ebbs, an "overpass" with a width of more than 30 meters and a length of 2 kilometers will appear between the mountain and the coast, so it is commonly known as "Tianqiao Mountain".
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I went to Bijia Mountain with my grandmother. It's a pity that we didn't enjoy the scenery of Bijia Mountain because we went late and the sea flooded the passage. Bijiashan Island and Tianqiao are the main attractions of Bijiashan Scenic Area. There is a magical legend about the cause of this overpass. Legend has it that a long time ago, the Central Plains Fairy and Xia Yuan Fairy in Lingxiao Palace had long wanted to visit the world. During their descent, they saw three beautiful lush peaks and landed on the earth. But at that time, people could not feast their eyes. The two fairies agreed to do a good thing for everyone: build a dam to connect Bijia Mountain with the coast and benefit the world. But the dam built by two fairies blocked the dragon's passage. Then they finally defeated the dragon. However, fairies can't stay long when they see that the sun is setting, so they must come back quickly. The unfinished dam was submerged by seawater at high tide, but it was exposed to the sea for people to walk at low tide. This is the so-called overpass today. The "overpass" was painstakingly built by fairies. Standing on the overpass, people will definitely feel that kind of heart, that kind of heart that wants to help most people, that kind of heart that wants to be close to most people, will shine after a hundred years.
I like the charming scenery of Bijia Mountain very much, which makes me intoxicated. I hope Bijiashan can stay like this forever. I love Bijiashan!