Rain on the River [Original]
In rainy season, Lijiang River is full of tenderness and water everywhere. Lijiang River, this picturesque place, with drizzle, broken rain, drizzle, hazy rain kissed and edified us for two whole days, the whole Lijiang River landscape has always been surrounded by drizzle, water in the air, water in the river, water on the bank, water on the top of the mountain, a foot is still water, everything around is tender, water contains tenderness.
The guide who received us was surnamed Zhao. She was a graceful girl with beautiful body lines. She was about 1.64 meters tall. She dressed plainly and spoke pure Mandarin. She accompanied us with soft gestures and lovely smiles. She introduced the mountains and rivers here in detail all the way and said one legend after another. Soon we became friends.
The local pronunciation of the word friend sounds very special, they call friends sounds like dog meat, so we quickly call each other dog meat, Zhao dog meat, Li dog meat, Zhang dog meat, and finally we have become old dog meat when we part. On the way, someone said that Zhao Dog's smile was very sweet and soft. It was a spontaneous smile, and immediately won the approval of all. Miss Zhao was very satisfied when she heard this. She said that this was a habit that she had brought from her mother's womb. We feel that Miss Zhao's smile is different, her smile always reveals a light sweet rhyme, goose egg face with those two beautiful eyes, like Guilin four lakes of water, can not see the surge, soft voice, moist, like the fine rain is falling, listening to people feel comfortable, from her body can enjoy kindness and gentleness.
We boarded the boat in a drizzle of fans. The ship sailed among the jagged mountains on both sides of the Lijiang River. At that time, the sudden and slow rain could not see where it came from, and it was also lost. Like a calligrapher, he wrote a Lijiang River mysteriously and profoundly. The ship was sailing up the river between the mountains. The peaks on both sides were strange, the clouds were surrounded by fog, and the sea of smoke was ethereal. People could not help asking themselves: Is this a fairyland?
It is said that the green mountains on both sides of the Lijiang River mainly embody a kind of beauty and beauty. I think there are always strands of hardness and masculinity in the beauty and beauty. Looking at the mountains created by the gods, my body and mind are always tightly wrapped by the majestic force of the mountains, so that I can't feel what the mountains are for a while. Black and silent boulders piled up randomly along the river have experienced thousands of years of erosion and whipping by wind and rain. They may have been steep and high peaks. I don't know when or why they collapsed, leaving behind broken feet and claws. Although some of them have been worn away, many stones still keep their heads raised to the sky, and there is still an ambition hidden in their hearts that will never disappear.
River a vortex and a vortex appeared, disappeared, both sides of a dense bush and Wudi and the mountains to escort us. That a bamboo bloom a touch of new green, watery, moist, with rain swing to and fro, full of sincere feelings, like the heart of the affectionate strings. A mountain eagle gently flew overhead and stopped at the top of the mountain. It looked down at the people on the river, as if it wanted to ask something. However, after a short while, he flew away leisurely. Over there, clouds came out of nowhere, like horses coming one after another, rolling up a heavy rain, without rules, scribbled and random; a moment like a gauze girl, floating with the wind, a shower of rain, entangled people's faces, refreshing and delicate, giving people unlimited spring; a moment like a group of cute and funny children playing and teasing, dripping rain particles, with a silky coolness, giving people a grip on the ground. The rain of Li River is really like ghost rain. The ghost is unpredictable. It is also like a woman in love who often makes unpredictable actions. American Reading Appreciation
I stood at the bow of the ship, open arms to meet the wind and rain, search for a suitable word, copy or describe such a wonderful river rain, at this time only to know that the book when the party hate less, love to the depths and helpless. I can only whisper the poem Xing 'an by Yuan Mei, a poet of Qing Dynasty:
River to Xing 'an water is the clearest,
Green hills cluster in water.
I can clearly see the top of the green hills,
The ship sailed up the top of Green Mountain.
At the end of the sentence, a long flute sounded ahead, breaking through the rain curtain on the river. The people on the boat became excited. It turned out that a ship that had sent tourists back, the boatman waved a flag at us, probably telling us that everything was safe, and then the ships whistled and brushed past, oh, then I felt that our ship was approaching its destination.
The Lijiang River is 437 kilometers long and welcomes countless tourists every day. Looking at the beautiful scenery of Li River, my heart has waves of attachment. I don't know how many poets and poets have left poems here in ancient and modern times. These beautiful poems seem to have been thrown wet in front of me. However, how many people can stay in Li River in ancient and modern times? After many people landed, the Lijiang River was only remembered as a thing. Although some people have been reluctant, but ultimately still go in a hurry. I'm no exception, but which one? If possible, I really want to send feelings from mountains and rivers do not return home, even if the high mountains and dangerous roads, surging, how can the dust calm hidden killing intent?
At this time has been very extravagant rain unexpectedly stopped extravagant posture, in an instant into a mist of thousands of fingers, soft to fly diffuse dance, that delicate and light taste makes it difficult to find out what kind of Li River rain attribute.
The loudspeaker on the ship came the soft voice of the announcer. She told us that everyone on board should go ashore. Looking at the people who got off the ship one after another, I recalled the beauty and tenderness brought by the mountains and rivers all the way. I really wanted to hold on to the tenderness that was hard to buy with money, because in this materialistic life, I felt a little tired. Here, tenderness was not disguised. It was real. Nowadays, in this fiercely competitive society, many people want to get a gentleness, but gentleness is becoming more and more rare in the crowd.
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