Leisurely travel to Fenghua Creek, those endless moods and stories
Fenghua Xikou, a place that hides countless stories and beautiful scenery. Every time I set foot on this land, I can feel a different feeling, as if every mountain, river, grass and tree here is telling their own story.
In the early morning, the mouth of the stream is always shrouded in a thin layer of mist, like a shy girl, covering her face with a light veil, which makes people can't help but want to be **. I walked along the winding paths, and the murmur of the stream seemed to be the purest music of nature. The footprints of each step were imprinted on the wet soil, leaving behind my love and attachment to this land.
Walking across the small bridge by the stream, you will be greeted by a green tea plantation. The tea trees are layered on top of each other, as if they have covered the earth with a green garment. The busy figures of the tea farmers shuttle between the tea trees, their laughter and conversation intertwined, forming a moving pastoral picture. I took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the fragrance of tea.
Not far away, an old stone bridge quietly spans the stream. The stone slabs on the bridge have been polished smooth and warm by the years, as if recording the footprints and stories of countless passers-by. I gently stroked the stone carvings on the bridge railing, and felt the weight and vicissitudes of history. Standing on the bridge, you can see that the water of the stream is crystal clear, and the fish swim freely in the water. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the breeze on my cheeks, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart.
The afternoon at Xikou is lazy and quiet. I found a small teahouse near the water and sat down and ordered a pot of local green tea. The tea swirls in the cup, giving off a refreshing fragrance. I took a sip of tea and felt the sweetness and fragrance of the tea spread on the tip of my tongue. The owner of the teahouse, a kind old man, sat across from me, smiling and chatting with me about the past in Xikou. His narration made me feel as if I had traveled back in time and space to that ancient and simple era.
At dusk, I came to the most famous spot in Xikou, Senjo Rock. Standing on the top of the rock and looking down, I saw the stream pouring down from the thousand-meter-high cliff, forming a spectacular waterfall. The water droplets shimmered in the sunlight, as if they were the elixir and jade liquid sprinkled by the fairies in the sky. I gazed silently at this shocking scene, and an indescribable pride welled up in my heart.
As night falls, the mouth of the stream becomes more peaceful and mysterious. As I strolled down the old streets, the shops on both sides were already lit up with warm lights. Pedestrians on the street walked in twos and threes, whispering about the day's gains and feelings. I walked into a small shop selling handicrafts, and the owner enthusiastically introduced me to the knick-knacks they had made themselves. I chose a small ceramic bowl as a souvenir, hoping that it will become an eternal bond between me and Xikou.
Every day at Xikou is fulfilling and wonderful. The mountains and rivers and people here have made me feel the true meaning and beauty of life. Whenever I leave this land, I am always full of nostalgia and reluctance. But I know that no matter where I go, Xikou will always remain in my heart and become one of the most precious memories of my life.
Dear readers, thank you for accompanying me on this wonderful journey to Fenghua Xikou. I hope that my words can bring you a little comfort and inspiration. If you also have feelings and stories about Xikou that you want to share, please be sure to leave a message in the comment area! Let's record those endless moods and stories in words!