It is difficult to express accurately in words the feeling of seeing this green little bud in the chill of ice and snow.
Shocking?
move?
Probably all.
Here, there is no distinction between plants and people. Facing the harsh nature, whether people, plants, or animals, they all unite their fronts and positions. They are all life.
Life depends on nature, but also resists nature.
As a result, these little buds that grew out of the cold were praised by Qian Xiaoqin's three daughters and many other tourists.
Praise it, appreciate it.
The photo taken must be close-up and long-range.
Even people who don’t understand the art of photography at all, holding mobile phones with poor pixels and poor zoom, are trying their best to capture what they see with their eyes and what they feel in their hearts.
But it's hard.
It's easy to see what's going on with your eyes, but it's hard to see what's going on in your heart.
If you can do the latter, you are not just a master of photography, you are at least a king.
But unfortunately, the vast majority of tourists are undoubtedly bronze.
Qian Xiaoqin is a bronze, Zhao Lan is a bronze, but Ji Yan is better, because she is often responsible for taking photos in meetings and the like, so at least she is also a stubborn bronze.
The three bronzes worked together to destroy the phone's memory before continuing.
The stream became wider, already three or four meters wide, and there were tourists on both sides, occasionally looking across the stream.
But after passing a section of the rapid stream, the flow of the Bingxi River became gentle again, because it came to a flat area in the mountains. In this place, which is about a hundred meters long, the water source in front flows fiercely, and the water flows out from behind.
It also started to become fierce.
But between the front and the rear, over a hundred meters away, the water flow was simply calm.
The stream, or pool, which is about one meter deep, is really crystal clear.
On the water surface, there are many ice cubes of different sizes floating in scattered pieces. The big ones are as big as a foot square, and the small ones are only the size of fingertips or even smaller. There are also many small translucent fish as big as fingers.
Swimming happily among the blocks.
It is said to be translucent, but in fact it is close to completely transparent, but the eyes can still catch it.
"The fish bears the ice!" Zhao Lan pointed at the stream and said loudly with some surprise.
Yesterday's inquiry undoubtedly played a role at this time.
They are not the only ones who know this, there are many tourists talking about it.
The dull text descriptions turned into vivid scenery before their eyes. Qian Xiaoqin and the three of them were a little excited. This was the bonus of "knowing" the scenery.
Needless to say, there was another burst of taking pictures.
The ice and snow are cold in January, but the spring breeze is warm in February.
The warm spring breeze means flowers are blooming and birds are coming.
Along the mountain road formed by the wide steps, we continued downward with twists and turns. Gradually, the ice disappeared, the snow disappeared, and the streams formed by the ice and snow reached here and scattered into hundreds of streams.
The scenery on each line is different.
It may be wide or narrow, ranging from several meters wide to less than a foot narrow.
Either slow or fast, slow as if still, fast as thunder.
It may be straight or curved, as straight as a square ruler, and there are many kinds of curves, some with nine turns and eighteen bends, and some with a spiral shape like a ring.
But water is not the only theme here.
Previously, only green buds were visible above, but now here, light green, light green, emerald green, and dark green are spreading in front of our eyes.
"At the end of the year, there will be less frost, and spring will come to the world. The grass and trees in the world will be aware of it. The business in front of me will be full, and the east wind will blow the water and the green will vary." Looking at the foreground, Ji Yan muttered like this.
Zhao Lan didn't hear it clearly, or he couldn't quite understand it, so he asked Ji Yan to repeat it again, and then asked her to explain it a little bit.
Ji Yan moves freely.
There was a couple nearby with a little boy about seven or eight years old.
"Wow, sister, you are so awesome!" The little boy raised his head and said to Ji Yan with admiring eyes and tone.
"I can't tell, you are quite educated!" Zhao Lan also said.
"What did you forget about me?" Ji Yan smiled slightly and said calmly. For a moment, she looked graceful and it was obvious that she had automatically turned on the "goddess mode".
Then she briefly explained to the two of them that there was an art exhibition in the county with this poem as the theme. She was neither the organizer nor the participant, but her WeChat official account followed the entire event.
Here, many viewing spots have been opened up in the mountains.
There are all kinds of viewing platforms, pavilions and corridors, as well as wooden chairs and benches.
The three of Qian Xiaoqin were here again, spending a lot of time, a lot of memory, and of course a lot of mobile phone power, before reluctantly continuing down.
In fact, living in a city, there are too few opportunities to come into contact with all kinds of "green".
Of course there are parks.
Of course there are street trees.
Even Ji Yan's own balcony has some small flowers and plants planted.
But those are really different from the ones in front of me!
Compared with the ones in front of me, the ones around me before were almost like fake flowers and grass!
But here, casually approaching a tree, a shrub, or a piece of grass, the vitality is overflowing in front of your eyes. Looking at it, it seems that the vitality is also overflowing into yourself.
Not to mention the various shades of green.
The gentle breeze blows, and the shallow and deep greens all over the mountains and fields seem to flow with it.
There are not too many trees here, they are just scattered in twos and threes, and then there are more shrubs of various types, and even more various flowers and plants, and most of them are scattered.
So basically if you stand at any high point, you will have an unobstructed view.
Gray rocks, brown soil, various streams, pools, waterfalls, and in this background, dotted with all kinds of green all over the mountains and plains.
The breath of spring, the breath of vegetation, and the fresh breath blend together to form something called the "breath of life" that flows throughout the mountains and in the hearts of all visitors.
"Couldn't be more beautiful!" This is Qian Xiaoqin's evaluation.
Ji Yan and Zhao Lan both agreed.
In fact, we just visited Butterfly Valley yesterday, and it really deserves to be rated as "beautiful, as beautiful as a dream", but that doesn't affect it at all. At this moment, they give the best evaluation to this very "wild" and very beautiful place.
"Rough" mountains and wilderness.
It's all artificial.
And it’s all natural.
Artifacts are just embellishments and serve to better present this piece of nature.
The three of them were admiring the natural scenery at the artificial viewing area, and this vast and unpretentious vitality, first blooming but fearless, weak but vigorous, presented them with the most primitive and extremely powerful posture.
And this kind of gesture is something they rarely see in the past.
Further down, the vegetation gradually becomes denser.
There are more flowers and more birds.
Flowers are blooming in the wilderness, and birds are singing on the mountain road. It is precisely because the distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the birds want to keep people away.
Further down, they saw a large field.
field.
On the left are wheat fields and on the right are rice fields.
The wheat fields are flat, a golden wave, but the rice fields are in the shape of steps, one step at a time, which is exactly the pattern of the Yuanyang terraces that Qian Xiaoqin and the others have seen before.
The stream water from the upper source, which is transformed from ice and snow, is scattered like this, penetrating into the terraced fields, passing from top to bottom in the terraced fields, and then turning into a stream again and continuing down the mountain.
Whether it is wheat fields or rice fields, there will be a bumper harvest soon.
The wind blows, and the fragrance of wheat and rice makes Qian Xiaoqin and the others sniff fiercely.
Zhao Lan even drooled, "Oh my God, it's just wheat. How can it smell so good?"
It’s more than just fragrance!
When they smelled this fragrance, they suddenly felt greedy and hungry!
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