Celebrate the New Year in peace and auspiciousnessIn winter, I came to Tianzhu to see the "painting".
The season has reached the great cold of winter, and the small plateau city Huazang Temple still does not see a decent heavy snow, sunny, sunny, tomorrow is still sunny. The sun is shining, clocking in and out on time, not late, not leaving early, dazzling and scorching, bright and enthusiastic, the sun shines on people's backs at noon, hot and spicy, wearing a single is afraid of cold, wearing thick and hot. Many people in small towns muttered in their hearts: Is this winter? This wasn't the case in the past! The north wind of Wusheling is bleak, and the snowflakes are fluttering in Jinqiangchuan, what happened to the small town this winter? High temperature, fever, sick? Or is it yang?
Sunny days, big suns, sunny sunny days, sunny warm winters, always give people a feeling of unsteadiness in their hearts.
There is no snow, and the face of Huazang Temple this winter is a little pale, and the expression is a little cramped and uneasy; Without snow, an invitation plan that I had been brewing for a long time was doomed to run aground; There is no snow, the ** outside the west of the river, from all directions, my reply, made them sigh and be disappointed!
The Eye of Qinghai-Tibet, the Green Heavenly Blessing, is the nearest Tibetan eco-tourism destination in the plateau from the mainland. In spring and summer, flowers bloom and green grass is like green; Autumn is colorful, like a paradise on earth, her beauty is undoubted, breathtaking!
Winter blessings have another charm. The snow dance on the land of Huarui is crazy, and the new city on the plateau is like a Chinese painting. On the top of Wusheling Ridge, there seems to be a ** Chinese painting master with fluttering hair, sharp eyes, confident, in the endless white and flawless Huarui land, with a brush like a rafter, splashing ink, wanton brush, or ink, or heavy color; or shallow, or fine; Or freehand, or white drawing. Temples, snow-capped mountains, pastures, far and near, high and low, appear ethereal, quiet, and remote; Rivers, forests, cattle and sheep, bright and dark, faint, extraordinarily quiet, peaceful, and empty.
Friend, come to see the "painting" in winter!
Magnificent horse-tooth snow mountain reflecting the sun. "Horsetooth is made of silver as a bone, and dragon scales are accumulated as a fetus." The Horsetooth Snow Mountain resembles a horse's teeth and is covered with snow all year round. After the snow, the sky is clear, and the majestic snow-capped mountains stand quietly between heaven and earth, wrapped in silver, in a thousand postures. When the first rays of sunlight in the early morning sprinkled on the land of Huarui, it was gradually dyed bright orange, and the golden light slowly sprinkled to the peak of the Maya Snow Mountain. Under the red sun, above the snow-capped mountains, the colorful dazzling light is reflected, the outline of the holy snow-capped mountains is particularly clear, the auspicious clouds are churning, and the colorful glow makes people feel that they have strayed into the heavenly palace, and they can not help but sigh at the magic and beauty of the earth.
Snow dyeing grabs a simple view of the pasture. The sky was overcast, there was no wind, and the snow was not too big, and some of it melted when it landed. Grasping the grassland that stretches for more than ten kilometers of Xixiulong, behind it is the snow-capped mountains, and in front of you are dotted with low houses and grass houses, alpine meadows, pasture trees, and gurgling springs. After a while, the snow fell heavily, and it fluttered one after another, pouring thousands of miles, white mountains and black waters, concise and to the point, as if it were an ink painting. Raise your eyes and look into the distance, under the white snow, like a giant dragon winding between the mountains and mountains of the Han and Ming Great Wall, hidden and dormant, silence is golden. When dusk fell, on the edge of the red pimple pasture in the distance, a tall shepherd with a shadow and a tall figure suddenly shouted, a whip sounded, the sound shook the wilderness, and spread to all directions, a group of white yaks stared at the meek eyes, suspicious, looked around, and then slowly shook off the snow on their bodies, and slowly walked towards the home with smoke curling, returning the loneliness and loneliness to the endless wilderness.
Moonlit night snow treading map of Jingyi Town. In the evening, the north wind blows, and the sky floats snowflakes, falling one by one or piece by piece, swaying, curling Nana, elegant and leisurely. After a while, the snow became heavier and heavier, and in an instant the snow soaked the entire town, and under the colorful neon lights, everything seemed to be plated with a layer of crystal clear white jade. Slowly, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and a bright moon rose, the bright moonlight and dazzling snow reflected each other, and the town was rendered into a fairy tale world of pink jade. Walking on the snow alone, walking through Yanxi Road, crossing Huaxiu Bridge, strolling on Binhe Road, "crunching" under his feet, Jinqiang River covered with a thick white quilt, and fell asleep; The flowers and trees in the riverside park suddenly come like a night of spring breeze, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom; Huazang Temple is draped in a white and immaculate robe, a holy and elegant gatehouse, solemn and solemn. The moon, the snow, the city, the people, in it, were so intoxicated that they couldn't help themselves. can't help but think of Yang Wanli's "Watching Snow on a Moonlit Night": "Immortals love snow and are not afraid of cold, and they can't sleep at night when they come to see the moon; Wandering all over Qionglou, the frost wants to know, but the jade mirror is hung in the sky. ”
Snow map of the ancient temple of the thousand-year-old paradise. "The snow is inlaid with red walls, and the years are falling. A winter snow amazed the thousand-year-old temple. The snowflakes that flutter one after another bring the unique amazement of the Heavenly Temple, adding a bit of poetry and agility to the solemn palace. The Paradise Temple in the snow is full of fairy spirit, and when the lightness of the snow and the classical architecture are set against each other, it presents an incomparable beauty. Walking on the wooden plank road of the Heavenly Temple turning the mountain, it is as if you are in the ancient years. Snowflakes flutter and flutter wantonly, sprinkled on the red wall and tiles, fall on the branches of ancient trees, raise your eyes, a silvery white paradise temple, a clean, a peaceful, a quiet, only the sound of snowflakes falling. The branches of the trees in front of and behind the temple are covered with snow, and they bloom like a flower. A few sparrows frolicked on the branches, and when they were not careful, they kicked off a large snowflake and fluttered one after another, like a goddess scattering flowers. Suddenly, there was a "creak" sound on the door, and several lamas wearing red monk's robes walked out of the side door of the Reincarnation Academy, facing the flying snow, and climbed the stairs in front of the Tsongkhapa Hall, leaving their deep and shallow footprints on the snow, they were neighbors with the Buddha, friends with the Buddha, and gave people a glimmer of light by the light of the Buddha's candlelight.
Beautiful hometown snow nostalgia map. The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the snow and dances to miss the hometown. The snow in her hometown is cold and lonely, beautiful and white, and her figure is deeply imprinted in her mind. The snowfields of Jinqiangchuan are vast, and the world is the same color; The snowflakes in Shijia Lane are fluttering, long and far-reaching; Railway StationSnowpiercer, Wuthering Heights; One day of broken jade, a place white, a nostalgia, a concern, has long been hidden in his heart, soaked in his own blood, engraved in his bones. The snow of the hometown, fluttering and sprinkling, has been raised, lingering with purity and simplicity, falling freely in the heart, leisurely, clear as water, clear in the bosom, quiet in the heart. Holding a snowflake from her hometown, watch her slowly melt in the warm palm, melt into her heart, and bloom a quiet plum blossom in her heart. In this way, I have always had a light and elegant, with a touch of freshness, like the snow in my hometown, for many years, with the most beautiful posture, settled in the dust, and bloomed in the world.
There is also a snow map on the bank of the Jinqiang River, up and down the big river, suddenly surging, the mountain dancing silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant; The ancient city of Songshan flies in the snow, the cold wind is Xiaoxiao, the snow is drifting, the iron blood Dan heart, the bow is bent and the eagle is shot; Skiing map on Wusheling Ridge, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, speed and passion, competition bursts out; The Three Gorges Forest Sea Wild Snow Map, Fighting the Tiger on the Mountain, the Forest Sea Snow Field, Wrapped in Red Clothes, Extraordinarily Enchanting. Also, there are ......
Snow is the symbol of winter, snow is the soul of winter, and winter with snow is perfect and full.
I love the snow in your Saibei, but I love the snow in your heavenly blessing even more! It is because of your elegance and lightness, because of your gracefulness, clear and beautiful, without the fragrance of flowers, fragrant and pleasant, but with a noble charm and clear and far-reaching; It is because of your whiteness and purity, because of your warmth and tenderness, not gorgeous and colorful, graceful and luxurious, but ethereal and clear, vast and vast.
It's a pity that there is no snow at Huazang Temple this winter! If it doesn't snow in winter, is it still called Northwest? If it doesn't snow in winter, is it still the Hexi Corridor? , If it doesn't snow in winter, is it still called the Eye of Qinghai-Tibet? There is no snow in winter, how can this make Wusheling embarrassing? There is no snow, this winter, it seems to be in the Gazang of the multi-midwinter pasture at the foot of Maomao Mountain, facing a pot of fragrant and boiling hand-handled mutton, but there is no mellow wine, his lonely eyes are obsessed with staring at the pass of Shibangou, and his sensitive ears catch whether there is a faint sound of horses' hooves on Hedong Road.
So, I was very anxious, I remembered Hou Yi's shooting sun, remembering Hou Yi's hand with infinite power of the sun-shooting bow, while he was drunk and asleep on the weekend, I borrowed his divine bow, stood on the highest peak of Wusheling Ridge, and shot the white arrow to the sunny sky with the power of the wilderness, and suddenly, the sky was cloudy, the wind rose, the snow fell in Huazang Temple, and Tianzhu floated an overwhelming snow!
Friend, come to see the "painting" in winter!
About the Author. 
Shen Quan, Han nationality, born in 1969, Tianzhu people, middle school teachers and students, staff of Tianzhu County Culture and Tourism Bureau, love literature.