On the south side of the Daliang Xianquan Hotel, the fallen feather cedar is reflected on the lake.
Autumn goes to winter, the surrounding green begins to vicissitudes, the yellow around them gradually brightens, and the red like a flame jumps out, enthusiastic and public, wantonly sprinkled in the mountains and rivers of Shunde.
Citizens watch the fallen cedar trees by the lake.
In the season of "Falling Trees and Xiaoxiao", it blooms with a different kind of light, and the artistic conception of oil painting is like a dreamlike and poetic oil painting on the earth, which is the "limited" romance given by Luoyushan to the lonely winter.
The red eyes are full of colors, and the forests are dyed, and they go straight to that touch of red!
Towering high above the water, the fir trees form a golden picture together with the setting sun.
Facing the warm winter sun, strolling through the cedar forest, it seems to have strayed into a fairy tale. The fallen feather fir born from falling into the water, row by row, clump by bush, stands quietly on the shore of the clear water and the lake, or gently swaying the branches with the wind, or letting the sunlight penetrate into the woods through the gaps, just like a graceful and dancing beautiful girl, quietly smeared with "red makeup" under the light breeze of the cold wind.
On the Lingbo Lake on the south side of the Daliang Xianquan Hotel, the fallen feather cedars have turned red one after another.
The scenery is different in all seasons, and the color of the branches and leaves of the fallen fir gradually seeps in with the seasons, gradually changing between green, emerald green, yellow-green, and orange-red. Now, as if by magic, the fine foliage has turned ochre. Red, orange, yellow and green are intertwined, presenting a beautiful scenery of colorful leaves and gilded greenery, and in the tired and depressed winter, it warmly smears the romantic freehand between heaven and earth.
Every leaf, all brewed in the cold spring and bitter summer, reflects the purest color of winter, time to overturn an inkstone red ink, so that the forest here is dyed.
Citizens ride under the fallen feather cedar trees on Yangda Road.
The warm sun is slightly sprinkled, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the waves are sparkling. The green water and the blue sky are mixed with a touch of crimson, reflecting each other into a painting, depicting the changes of nature in light and shadow, and from a distance, it is a picture of the sky embedded in the water, and like the reflection of a rainbow in the world.
In the evening, egrets flew over the Lijiasha waterway.
When the red leaves are gently blown by the wind, or fall on the water, they become the "playthings" of the fish;Or scattered on the heads of tourists, giving the earth a layer of "knitted" carpet, layer by layer, stepping on it soft and soft, under the sun, it adds a touch of warmth.
Mountains and rivers, cedar forests are beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
The lupus cedars are neatly arranged on both sides of the straight Yangda River.
In the dream of rippling in the cedar forest, the cold wind also becomes delicate and cool;When the winter is lonely, these brilliant reds suddenly brighten the depressed heart.
This red "fir fir is late", but it is amazing and intoxicating. It's a good time to "appreciate red", so why not go into the painting and take it into your pocket?
Text: Deng Haixia, reporter of Foshan News and Media Center.
Picture: Zhou Zhuojie, a reporter from the Foshan News and Media Center.