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The blue sky, like a piece of blue satin, slowly hangs upside down in the crystal blue waves.
Travel-stained us, when we reached the ancient town of Yunshuiyao along the winding mountain road, a colorful ink painting immediately jumped into our eyes.
Stunning, only two words fall into the fundus, stepping on the footsteps of exploration, for fear of waking up the tranquility of the town. Rows of neat shops, strings of festive red lanterns and mottled long stone bridges stand out in the bright sunshine.
All the scenery is so beautiful, all the buildings are so elegant, and all the lines are so smooth and enjoyable, which makes people intoxicated.
As soon as we approached the rhyme, it seemed that elegant and unique nature echoed in our ears, and the rushing river was gurgling under the silent bridge, reminding us that these waters were not static, but cheerful notes were beating.
Walking gently on the stone bridge, looking at the blue sky, soft and elegant white clouds, and listening to the clear stream flowing wittily from the bridge, it is an unspeakable ecstasy! Walking on a long stone bridge with an umbrella, I felt much more comfortable when I saw my husband who was busy taking pictures of my son and me.
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The burning sun was covered with dense green shade, which reduced the burning temperature.
Following the simple and skilled steps of the tour guide, we walked across the small bridge and came to the ancient plank road covered with pebbles.
Tourists in twos and threes in front are barefoot and happily splashing in the green stream next to the ancient road. Unwilling to lag behind, my son ran to the front long ago, stood on the rugged ancient road, turned his head, spread out the unchanging Fu's painting, stretched out two fingers and said happily, "Yeah!"
I can't help being impressed by my son's cleverness. He really chose a good place to take pictures.
Like taking pictures, I can't help running forward, standing on the ancient plank road with towering trees, revealing my trademark fascinating and life-saving smile and grabbing the camera with my son.
There is a green sky overhead, flowing white waves on the back, cobblestone ancient roads of different sizes on the feet, wearing bright and moving orange jumpsuits, and smartly walking into colorful paintings. At this moment, how can we not be fascinated by this situation?
Holding our son's restless hand, our mother and son dressed up as love under a thousand-year-old tree, and our eyes narrowed into a line and looked at the smiling face. No one will miss this mysterious ancient town full of vicissitudes. If I can, I really want to live in this world of ink painting forever, and let the green mountains and green waters bring me endless inspiration and a quiet heart.
three
Hold up the umbrella, keep out the sweaty sunshine, raise your admiring eyes, and look intently at the antique tulou club on the ancient road. Four glittering plaques at the door caught my eye-the creative base of Fujian Writers Association, Fujian College of Literature, Zhangzhou Writers Association and Zhangzhou Artists Association.
Looking at this place where I miss myself so much and fight for it, it seems that an exciting hymn has sounded in my ear. It was a few years later that I successfully stood on the stage of writing and sang a hymn. For this goal, I will keep writing until I write brilliantly on the literary road.
After leaving Tulou Club, I followed my son's footsteps closely. He ran around for fear that he would disappear from my sight.
Under the leadership of our son, we came to an upstairs bridge that witnessed the history of the ancient town. This is the only way to He Jiong Building. Walking carefully on the rickety wooden bridge, listening to the sound of the stream under your feet, enjoying this thick and faint ink landscape painting.
Walking off the wooden bridge and crossing a narrow country road, we finally came to the tallest and most expensive building in the earth building in western Fujian. A middle-aged woman in her sixties walks like a fly, showing us the way.
She is an old lady who lives in He Jiong Building. If she hadn't introduced herself and told us her age, we really couldn't imagine that she was over sixty.
Under her guidance, we walked into He Jiong Mansion and visited this ancient house which has remained stable and well-preserved for more than 200 years. He Jiong Tower has three wonders, the highest floor, 265,438+0,5 meters. Don't underestimate this figure, it is "the highest in the world", that is to say, He Jiong Tower is the tallest of all known earth buildings in Fujian, which is a miracle.
And your building is an earth building built on a swamp. I didn't know it at first, but I didn't know it was sinking until I built a floor.
Jane, who was building a building, had no choice but to pile 100 cubic meters on the sinking wall. They felt that the foundation was very solid, so they rammed the wall from scratch and built a five-story square building. They seem so sure that they never worry that the building will tilt or sink. Sure enough, for more than 200 years, it has been inseparable from your building and won the reputation of "Noah's Ark on Land". This is the second miracle.
There are three wonders in your building, that is, two wells in the building, which are called "yin and yang wells" in history. The distance between the two wells is18m, and the water level of the well is higher than the ground. The well on the right is as clear as a mirror and the water quality is sweet. Several red carp in the well swam around like elves, and the well on the left was muddy and yellow, filthy and completely inedible. So far, there is no convincing explanation in science.
four
After visiting He Jiong Tower, we bid farewell to our grandmother, our tour guide, and headed for the next scenic spot.
Before my heart woke up from the wonder and uniqueness of your building, a green rice field suddenly broke into my eyes. A touch of square green quietly emerged from the path. Those green seedlings are tender and green, like jasper. With envious eyes, I buried my body in the green ocean and shouted to my distant husband, "Hey, look over there!" " "My husband, who had already gone far, saw my cheerful face and couldn't bear to spoil my fun. So he had to turn back and take a nice picture of me before moving forward together.
Just when we were halfway there, the blue sky suddenly changed color and it was dark in the distance.
"It's going to rain, let's find a place to hide from the rain!" The husband looked at the sky and said anxiously. "Should not? It was sunny just now! Besides, I have an umbrella, not afraid! " I refuse to walk faster.
Facts have proved that I was wrong again. Thunder rumbled and the sky became darker and darker. Before we walked back to the stone bridge, the raindrops as big as peas fell. We hurried to the big tree to take shelter from the rain.
"There is lightning, it is not safe under the tree! Let's move the position! " Under the appeal of my husband, we ran a few more steps and finally ran to the tulou club that we had just passed to shelter from the rain.
Our family ran into the Tulou Club in a panic. Only one adult is hiding from the rain, and two children are playing games. They looked at us rashly without showing any surprise. Maybe they are used to it!
While it was raining, I thoroughly scanned this creative base.
This is a two-story tulou, which is a club integrating simplicity and modernity. This is a hotel for writers who come to the meeting. A wall outside collapsed and is being repaired. There is a bow and arrow full of stories hanging on the other wall at the door. On the quiet promenade are small rooms. We sat on a small stool in the customer service department, eagerly waiting for the rain to stop soon.
five
Rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. Sure enough, it wasn't long before dawn, and in a short time, it was You Lan.
After the heavy rain, the stream is more urgent and bigger, but the once clear stream is now turbid. Compared with just now, the ancient plank road is wet and slippery, so you need to be very careful not to fall when walking.
Husband said that now is the best time to take pictures, both the light and the scenery are timely. I am so happy that I keep leaving my happy figure by the stone bridge, the big tree and the stream. The disobedient son trotted all the way, and when we got to the stone bridge, he had fallen on the path and got up again, with a bitter gourd face. Looking at his pitiful appearance, I really can't bear to scold him again and help him pat the dirt on his clothes. Let's move on.
When we stood on the Qingshi Bridge excitedly, the picturesque scenery in the distance was in front of us.
A breeze caressed leisurely and happily unveiled the mystery of a fairy. When I first came here, I always wondered why such a deserted town would become the writing base and art base of the whole province. Now, I finally understand.
The low-hanging shadows of the trees are reflected in the middle of the running stream, just like an affectionate fairy washing her long hair in the stream. The spinning waterwheel in the distance witnessed the historical changes, and rows of black and white old houses silently poured out their joys and sorrows in the misty rain.
The thousand-year-old trees on the independent shore open their hearts and welcome tourists from afar with an inclusive attitude. The dense lights among the leaves are fully prepared for the coming of the night. Through that long string of lights, I imagined that the night here must be another charming scenery.
Steal a string of rain beads from the clear sky and hang them on your light long sleeves, so that the fresh air can render your ink wonderland. Reluctantly, we waved goodbye to this fairyland on earth, drew a rest on all kinds of flowing notes, and left the Cloud Ballad with joy.