Falling leaves are not swept is the romance of Hangzhou. Dozens of roads and parks along the West Lake and in the urban area with strong autumn colors are deliberately not swept for the time being, leaving them to be swept later when there are fewer people, in fact, for people who love beautiful photography, they leave enough romantic and warm space. Among the many scenic spots, there are a few cameras that I have a soft spot for, and I never get tired of shooting, all year round, no matter which one passes, I will always take quick shots, and then put them into the memory album, and sometimes take them out to compare and reminisce.
In late autumn, I went to the Jixian Pavilion again, and wanted to take a shot of the wind blowing the leaves and there were no idlers under the Pavilion. When I arrived at half past six, the area around Jixian Pavilion was already crowded with citizens doing morning exercises. There are three tourists standing in the Jixian Pavilion, one is the live broadcast of the Tang and Song poems of the West Lake, and is an ancient poem every morning, bringing Su Dongpo's "drinking the lake after the first sunny day" one by one, with a full aura. There is also a couple, who also get up early in the morning for no one to disturb the autumn sun.
I stood in the incense pavilion in the evening festival, and saw the West Lake in late autumn as clear as a wash, a few locks of yellow leaves fluttering in front of my eyes, and the withered lotus had sunk and old, but still flashing with a kind face, like a silent old painting. Although the lakeside is bleak, the artistic conception is also very clear and cold, the reflection in the water is combined into a unique geometric aesthetics, and the ancient pavilion near and the cruise ship in the distance are combined into a classic autumn and winter impression of the West Lake, which contains the expectation of the cycle of time and brings people infinite reverie.
There are a few pairs of mandarin ducks in the dry lotus bush, I want to show a close-up view of a couple, shoot left and right, but they are afraid that I will be photogenic**, they are facing away from me, which is really annoying!It wasn't until I went all the way west to the willow waves that I photographed them showing their affection and love in the trees. The mandarin ducks in the West Lake used to be in the Gushan Lakeside area, and it was the first time for me to see the mandarin ducks in the willow waves. Hangzhou is really a romantic city, even in the dry lotus, on the bald trees are also stationed in love.
Visiting the Long Bridge, viewing the ancient tower, enjoying the autumn colors, standing on the Nanshan Road with yellow leaves, you can especially feel the charming style of Hangzhou in late autumn. The long bridge is not long, and many times I wanted to photograph the relatively simple characters on the bridge but also failed to do so. Early in the morning, the group tour has brought all the teammates, and there are many tourists strolling on the curved bridge, and they have left a group photo of themselves and the autumn colors of the West Lake. I leaned on the little red car and took pictures towards the lake, watching the yellow leaves on the Nanshan Road like snow, flying with the wind.
How many times, the riverside Chengdong Park in the shade of green willows has always attracted me, and I have wanted to go for many years but have not succeeded. At noon, I took the subway to the middle of Seongdong Park. The autumn colors have dyed the trees along the river, and there are only a few citizens sitting and strolling in the park, like a narrow jungle in the wilderness, and the trees are red and fluttering like apples in the country, innocent and lovely under the warm midday sun.
Passing by a corner of the park, I caught a glimpse of an eldest sister in a red shirt, scooping a bunch of golden fallen leaves with a beige umbrella, and then slamming it on her head, and the beautiful scene was born. I almost didn't have time to think about it, when she was ready to spoon the fallen leaves, she was on the camera, and the continuous shooting was as fierce as a tiger, and the leaves that were fluttering one after another, like the ** rain falling from the sky, fell down in an instant, and she was "watered" heartily, and I also felt very happy as a visitor. This short deciduous show was recorded by the mobile phone on the tripod set up by the eldest sister herself. The chance encounter in the afternoon brought unexpected romance and warmth, which made me feel that Chengdong Park was worth the trip.
Watching the remnants of the West Lake is a common thing in autumn. After entering the late autumn, the withered lotus still retains the stubborn wind bones, in every corner of the West Lake, it has become the scene in the mirror of visitors, and it has a unique charm. Bai Juyi once said: "The white dew withered flowers are not left, and the cool breeze blows the leaves and leaves at the beginning of dryness." No one understands the depression realm, and even looks around the decay bush." Those who know how to look at the remnants of the lotus must also understand the beauty of loneliness and loneliness in life.
I thought that the wind lotus in the Quyuan was the best place to appreciate the remnants. Not only is there a lot of residual lotus, but it also matches many scenes and is full of changes, so more and more friends of good photography also like this cold residual lotus theme. But it is not easy to make the decayed lotus flower have a special charm.
In the mist and rain, although the remnants of the lotus in the lake are a little sluggish, they still stand proudly in the water, showing people its solitude and nobility. Flying double herons fall in the cold Ting, and the autumn water is traceless and the jade mirror is clear. The remnant lotus side of the wind lotus in the Quyuan is still a paradise for the egrets to rest in late autumn. They seem to understand the beauty of the residual lotus, they are not afraid of life at all, they are close to the tourists, and they still stand on the side of the residual lotus and do not move.
I've photographed egrets in many other places, and they are so vigilant that they flee at the slightest sound from visitors. It's not as good as the white egret of the wind and lotus in the courtyard, let you shoot wildly, I don't move, such an opportunity can be met but not sought!
The egret is like a thinker, or a wise philosopher, facing the incomprehensible lotus bones like a five-line symbol, in a serious daze, as if he can read some verses, is "the autumn clouds do not disperse, the frost flies late, leave the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain"?Or is it "the water falls on the fishing rocks, the wind is dewed, and the residual load is a little cold"?It may have stood in the same place for a long time, so it had a good time, moving its muscles and bones, and its wings were very elegant, as if drawing a beautiful arc on the water, and its open feathers were like a white dome, covering its elf-like figure. The shadow resembles a pair of herons, dancing in the air, and then gracefully landing on the edge of another clump of residual lotuses.
In Xixi in autumn and winter, the protagonist is definitely the reed flower, which is the unique scenic spot of Xixi Wetland, "Autumn Reed Flying Snow". In late autumn, more than 300 acres of white reeds here give birth to reed flowers, swaying with the wind, just like snow. At this time, the "Xixi Listening to Reed Festival" is also held, where tourists can come to enjoy activities such as listening to reeds in autumn and brewing tea. Although the festival lasts until New Year's Day this year, the best time to see the reeds is in late November, and when I arrived, it was already early December, a few days late.
In fact, in the name of listening to Lu, I stayed away from the hustle and bustle of urban life and came to Xixi to listen to the autumn sound of nature in the wilderness of the river. When the boat passes through the criss-crossing wetland river, the singing autumn insects hum and chirp, appearing and disappearing. Listen closely, deep in the boundless reeds, gusts of wind roar along the riverbed, faintly as if thousands of troops and horses are hidden.
Favorite reed flowers after the rain, a canopy of fireworks rice fish boat. A perfect late autumn in Hangzhou, it is a pity to sit in a lonely boat, go deep into the reeds, and listen to the reeds flying and snowdrifting. I regret that I didn't do what I wanted in the past few years. Xixi has "plum blossom fragrant snow", "osmanthus golden snow", "reed flower flying snow" three wins, especially in late autumn reed snow is the most. Sitting on a small rowing boat, starting from Zhoujia Village, leisurely and slowly rocking to Qiuxue Nunnery, you can feel the beautiful artistic conception of "boat into the depths of the reeds" in the winding river. Standing on the wooden floor of Qiuxue Nunnery, raise your eyes and look into the distance, 100 acres of reed flowers are swaying, quite spectacular, that picture of Xixi Qiuxue is refreshing and pleasant, let people feel that they are not deceived by what Lu Zhi said.
Thousands of miles of Pujia ten miles of continent, the creek is more suitable for the month and autumn. "The reeds in Xixi are divided into many species, such as reeds, bamboos, reeds, etc., and I naturally can't distinguish these specific varieties, but I only think that the fluffy and white reeds are the most beautiful. From the port to the autumn snow hermitage, it is a reed bush that rises above a person's head. There is a small scene of "autumn reeds flying snow" inside, and a few bamboo chairs are placed for visitors to take pictures. All around, the swaying reeds are elegant and pure, with affection, like a poetic ink pen depicting an indescribable charm between heaven and earth. I was immersed in the depths of the reeds, taking not only close-ups in the light, but also the deep reeds, and even the fellow tourists in small scenes, seeing their faces full of bright smiles.
As soon as you turn around in late autumn, it is a cold winter. Looking back at the way we came, just as Lin Qingxuan said: "In this turbulent world, it is such a beautiful and clear season in autumn, how difficult it is to find the footprints of friends in the fallen leaves of the empty mountain!".However, even on the red brick road, drowning in the crowd of traffic, it is even more difficult to find your own footprints. "Picking up the n little joys I met in late autumn is like holding a string of small shells picked up from the beach, and cherishing myself with a broom.
The elegance of autumn of the ancients, there are many good things such as picking up autumn leaves, watching residual lotus, looking at the autumn moon, smelling cinnamon incense, appreciating autumn chrysanthemums, etc., leaving a lot of popular stories. The little moments I encountered in late autumn, although not as elegant as "the bright moon night of the twenty-four bridges, where do the jade people teach **", nor as poetic as "looking for laurel in the moon in the mountain temple, looking at the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion", but it still makes me feel that the charm of late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is like the aftermath of the sycamore in the north mountain and the bell in the south mountain, and it will not go away for a long time. This is a firework in heaven, this is a heaven in fireworks. In the south of the Yangtze River in late autumn, all the beauty you desire may not be found, but the empathy for the mountains and rivers has not been disappointed in the slightest.
reminds me of the poems of the Song people: "One day the autumn color is cold and clear, and countless peaks and mountains are far and near." I went up the mountain to see the wild water, and suddenly I saw the green mountains at the bottom of the water." In my heart, I look at a lot of autumn maple and autumn colors, and the reflection in the water, in fact, the best thing is the rich autumn style. Encounter many small joys in the gentle autumn light, taste the slightest leisure in the trivialities of life, and find the true childlike innocence of yourself.
My Travel Diary Walks through the Four Seasons of Hangzhou