Text: Oujiang Sail Shadow.
The sound of firecrackers in the countryside is still rumbling, the crowd on Park Road is still surging, and there is no need to mention the rush of Yanshan Nan water. The Sanyang Wetland has become a good place to escape the hustle and bustle of the suburbs.
At this time, Sanyan, with heavy makeup and light makeup, and the scenery of ink and wash have a little more charm. The birds here seem to be very close to me, whether you are walking on the plank road or sitting on the stone bench on the side of the road, the birds and herons are always beside you.
In the first month, there are a little more birds of all sizes than in the previous year. The unknown big bird with its long tail came into close contact with me, and several times it swooped up from the side, and the aftermath was lingering in my ears, I don't know if I alarmed it or it alarmed me. Witnessing it leap out of the reeds, fly into the air, and then skim the water and gradually disappear into the aquatic plants or mangroves in the distance.
The water surface of Sanyang is mysterious and vibrant. Looking at it casually, it seems to be quiet. But as soon as you step into a quiet place and gaze a little, you will find a few or even flocks of grebes leisurely in the water, and their superb diving skills will whet your appetite. I wanted to sneak closer and see closer, but they always kept a distance from you.
The reed flowers are still blooming, only for the old people. Every time I come here, I always have to stop and be silent, which seems to have become our winter agreement with each other.
The tall reed flower is born to the sky, slim and charming. It's just that the reed bushes at this moment, rustling, no wind sound, as if thousands of hailstones are falling in the middle, crisp and loud, extremely pleasant. I thought it was a hallucination, but after a few times I looked up and listened attentively, and finally I was confused. Could it be that wetlands also know the flavor of the New Year? This is clearly the sound of "firecrackers" created by nature, and it is also the most sincere New Year's greetings and friendship blessings to the soulmates of the landscape.
The spring is cold, and the flowers are stinging. The warm afternoon sun makes the wetland a little more charming. On the way back, on the open water, a small boat came leisurely and sailed into the painting, and also sailed into me, who was intoxicated by the sound of blessings.