Shi Qinghua s original丨Green water and green mountains are red prose .

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-18

Green water, green mountains, and red lights

Wen Shi Qinghua.

I got up at nine o'clock, and the courier had already delivered the food. Xiaofang and Grandma Tian quickly cooked the meal. Have lunch without hurry, and then go to Ma'anshan Forest Park to see the landscape.

Five kilometers of road, more than ten minutes to the parking lot. The evergreen trees at the foot of the mountain have also been stripped of many branches and leaves by freezing rain and heavy snow, and occasionally entire trees have fallen. Falling branches and foliage along both sides of the East Lake Greenway have been cleared. Except for the white marks on the main trunk and broken branches, it is almost the same as before the blizzard. However, there are fewer trees that have lost their branches and leaves here than elsewhere. There are many unscathed green trees, and they are found to grow evenly from the bottom up, with no dense spots, which disperses the weight of the snow and ice that has condensed on the foliage, leaving it intact. If people learn from this in some of their work, they can prevent problems before they happen and reduce losses.

From the foot to the top of the mountain, deciduous trees and evergreens are intertwined, but the overall appearance is blue. Looking at the mountains everywhere, I can only see the blue and no bare branches.

Walking slowly along the East Lake Greenway, looking all the way, sometimes high-rise buildings stand behind the mountain, and the residences in front of the mountain are nestled; Sometimes the mountains are embraced by large and small houses; Sometimes among the green trees on the top of the mountain, golden pavilions emerge from the ground. They are all written in the rippling blue waves with beautiful shadows: there are mountains and rivers in the city, and there are cities in the mountains and rivers.

You can only look at it from afar, but it's more real to be around. Under the bamboo trees and beside the reeds, the long-legged egret stretched out its pointed beak and inspected the still water around it with great concentration. On the microwave with golden light, white-breasted and black-backed waterfowl boats are like boats, swaying and drifting. Perhaps they found the swimming fish under them, and suddenly plunged headlong into the water, and the webbed with a black back and yellow background drew many concentric circles on the surface of the water, slowly rippling away.

Under the bamboo, by the camphor tree, and beside the grass, anglers in twos and threes, staring at the white buoys on the green water, may have no distractions, just waiting for the happiness when the swimming fish are close.

The little stone carried the red windmill and ran around among the tourists, and when he saw the windmill "whirring" around, he laughed "hehe": "Mom, you see my windmill is spinning so fast." ”

On the lawn on the slope of the lake, on a large carpet, many men, women, and children sit around Muslims. I stepped next to them: nineteen. Ages can range from six to sixty years old. Regardless of size, men wear white hats, women wear headscarves, and there are two plastic basins, one large and one small, on the carpet, and there is still half a basin of white mutton left in the basin. The edges and inner walls of the basin are congealed with grayish or small pieces or granular lanolin fat. Sheep fat may be easier to coagulate, and once it solidifies, Han people will definitely heat it up before eating it. When I traveled to Lanzhou, I ate white mutton with wine, which should be one of the delicacies in the world, and I never ate the delicacy of that time again.

Some of them eat melon seeds, some bite nuts, some break oranges, and some gnaw white striped mutton. In the prepared garbage bags, there were all kinds of waste, and on the surrounding lawn where so many people lived, there were no peels, debris or anything like that. I didn't know much about Muslims, but when I saw their conscious protection of the environment, I was in awe.

After standing for a while, I wanted to choose an old man to talk to, but I didn't understand their customs, and I didn't know how to call them, for fear of offense, and it was boring to talk to myself. In the end, I mustered up the courage: "May I ask if your hometown lives in **?"

Lanzhou. "Are you a family? ”

Four families. "Do you also celebrate the Spring Festival? ”

But. The old man shook his head, and he didn't know how to ask, so he had to wave his hand and say goodbye with a smile.

Along the way, casual laughter, cheerful singing and dancing, sweet love words, and different languages floated on green waters, circled in the city, and echoed among the green mountains.

At the foot of Panhuan Mountain, on the shore of the lake, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, nostalgia for the green mountains and green waters, the New Year is another fun.

After a slow dinner, proceed as planned. Two cars and ten people set off from the community at 6:20 a.m., guided by white street lamps and red lanterns. When passing through the tall buildings on both sides of the downtown area, there are neat and bright lights, and you can't tell that even a single house is dim. The tall houses a little further from the road, some of the rooms are unlit, that should be more real. The neat lights of the buildings on both sides of the highway are about advertising: houses are in demand. However, the occupancy rate of houses in this downtown area is much higher than that of houses in a slightly more remote area.

The fast-moving car chased the bend of the west slope. Is this the fairy's new makeup for the New Year, there are so many twinkling stars to admire. I pressed my face against the windowpane, trying to get closer, but always at a moment's notice.

Suddenly, there was a bang, a bang, and colorful balls were drawn in the air, and the balls flickered, one after the other rolling down into the night. Oh, and it's not far from the Lantern Festival.

The Parrot Island Yangtze River Bridge stretches out its high arms to welcome us and send us to the Jiani Sky Parking Lot of Hankou Garden Expo Park at seven o'clock.

At the crowded entrance, I saw the dragon winding around the Yellow Crane Tower, and the lanterns flashing green trees. On the huge arch with colorful and peculiar shapes, the "8th Wuhan Garden Expo Park Lantern Festival" is glittering with gold.

Although there are many tourists, the means are fast. Scanning, reporting, and entering, the original fear of waiting for a long time came to naught in an instant. When you get to the garden, you take different routes, which is no longer like the hustle and bustle at the entrance.

We pushed a small stone into the dragon gate, and on the left there was a beautiful woman in a red dress, white clothes and black hair, holding Ruyi Langjun, laughing and appreciating the lanterns; On the right, a red carp jumps over the gantry in a white wave; The lotus flowers of different shapes and colors on the "ceiling" above the head bloom one after another in the shouts of the people.

Along the way, there is always something magical.

On the shore of the water, a variety of animal and plant lanterns come to life; The fairy tale characters are vivid; The water screens, tree trunks and branches, and the renovated lights are scattered.

On the golden platform in the water, the dragon is rampant, entwined with the golden phoenix that is about to fly. Jin Feng, who was about to ascend to the immortal, looked at the shining camera and the laughing crowd, blinked his eyes, nodded frequently, and blushed with joy. Such a wonderful world, I am probably reluctant to leave.

No matter where you walk, there are Chinese knots and red lanterns with you. Like a guiding light, no one will lose their way and find a way out.

After visiting the lantern festival, what BMW incense cars, fire trees and silver flowers, and the lights are so heavy that they must be shocked. Will there be a world created by modern sound and light technology and the comprehensive application of knowledge, which can be accurately depicted by literati and artists?

February 12, 2024).

About author】Shi Qinghua (male), retired teacher. From a humble background, he was fortunate to grow up, but the years went by and he achieved nothing, so he had to work diligently and be a down-to-earth man. has no ambitions, travels to civilians, ups and downs, joys and sorrows, permeated in the heart. I hope that he will awaken and strive to improve. Seek your own welfare and be loyal to your country. Talk about peace and civil affairs and share human feelings.

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