Is there really a fairy in Fairy Mountain? On the tour bus heading to Fairy Mountain, a humorous question from a tourist caused everyone to laugh.
Almost every team that comes to Fairy Mountain for sightseeing will mention this problem! The tour guide smiled brightly and replied unfazedly, "It depends on whether everyone is so lucky to meet the fairy!" ”
So, is there really one?! There was an uproar and they all laughed. But maybe no one took this seriously, after all, we came here in the name of Mu Meijing, not to find immortals.
Traveling all over the Fairy Mountain, whether it is the faint and strange beauty of the "crack in the ground", or the majestic majesty of the "sinkhole", all attract the exclamation and praise of the visitors to the natural world. Intoxicated, our trip came to an end.
The exit of the scenic spot is wide and long, like a silver-white long snake, entrenched between the mountains. There was no transport and we had to climb on foot and the station wagon was waiting for us at the end of the road.
There is no expectation of the next attraction, no strange trees and strange rocks to photograph, only the mountain road that goes higher and higher, but does not know how far the end is, and scattered along the way, just as tired as us. So this series of walks became purely a task that had to be completed, and we walked quickly and breathed for a while, which was regarded as a buffer for each other's excitement.
However, the breeze blows, as if there is a trace of music floating, faint, like a real illusion. At first, I didn't care, I just thought I had heard the wind by mistake. Unexpectedly, another string of pleasant melodies is the woman's crisp singing voice, delicate and tactful, like nature. It wasn't until several friends around me began to look around for its ** that I was convinced that the song was real.
The song gradually coherent, melodiously echoing between the valleys, at one moment like a stream and spring in the forest, one moment like the mountains in harmony, and one time like the wind from the clouds to bring ......It seems that the mountains and forests are whispering for it, and it makes people feel the wonderful feeling of being in a fairyland. Could it be that fairies really live in the mountains? We couldn't help but slow down, and even the tourists who were far away on a few bends stopped to listen to the amorous gifts of Fairy Mountain.
The old song is over, and the new song starts again, like a certain play of Yue Opera, ethereal and clear, resounding in the sky, the more you sing, the brighter and brighter, and unconsciously come to our side. The listeners were still unsatisfied, but they suddenly woke up and turned their eyes to the source of the song.
When I looked closely, it turned out to be several women in ordinary clothes, ranging in age from twenty to forty, who were also walking slowly along the way. I guess I am a member of an art troupe to practice such a charming singing voice. Like everyone, they are just a small branch of the tourist team, probably on the way back from Xing Langshan, moved by the mountains, so they sang together, one came to chant and hang their voices, two came to send love to the landscape, and the third came to pass the time on the way, but was mistaken by everyone for a "fairy".
A partner whispered: "I really thought I met a fairy!" There was a bit of relief in his expression, but it was also mixed with regret. But I got excited, and thought to myself: Who says we didn't really meet a fairy?
Their leisurely calmness, like a cool mint leaf, awakens people's numb taste buds that are sleeping in fatigue, and tastes a rare beauty in the seemingly superfluous passage at the end of the journey. If a hurried visitor like me hadn't been stumped by the silky singing, wouldn't he have wasted a time of reverie in vain in his fatigue?
Suddenly, it occurred to me that the path of life is interwoven with many beautiful and ordinary fragments. In the world of materialism, how many people are reluctant to stay in the brilliance, feeling that this great scenery is fleeting; Walking to a bleak place, and sighing for a long time, I hate to fly and cross this section - but I forget that they are both a brick and a stone that makes up this journey, and they are also precious times that should not be wasted.
Fortunately, the singers of Fairy Mountain enlightened me in their graceful way: in the ordinary after the beautiful scenery, instead of hurriedly throwing away this tranquility, it is better to walk and sing, taste all the flavors, and nurture into a quiet lotus flower in the depths of the soul. When it blooms, the fragrance reveals a different kind of scenery.