However, the mountain still belongs to Lang Xiu. Due to the dense vegetation, the miscellaneous forests in the mountains were slightly frustrated and helpless after being attacked by frost and Ling Xue in severe winter, and the leaves withered and the prosperity receded, leaving only bare branches and trunks. However, the tall Pinus tabulaeformis is still swaying green needles, so carefree and fearless in the cold wind; There are also four seasons green mixed in the miscellaneous forest, and the oily leaves are still so thick, so green, so green; I prefer the kind of artificial bamboo with mountains and depressions, which interprets the beauty of thousands of layers of green waves and clear water in the dull winter ... So, I can draw a picture of green in the boundless, warmth in sadness and richness in scattering by hand.
Nothing grows at the foot of the mountain in winter, and the wasteland after the autumn harvest shows dark soil, which looks a little gloomy; The empty Shan Ye also gives people a gray feeling; The sparse miscellaneous trees on the ridge are also messy ... They all seem to be interpreting the bleak, gloomy, declining, silent and bleak winter. ...
However, in the mountain pond, several water ducks dived into the bottom for a while, surfaced for a while and played freely, as if mocking the cold winter with their enthusiasm and humor.
In the terraced tea garden at the foot of the mountain arch, the green tea seedlings are also full of green and colorful. In the early morning sun, they are sparkling and layered, just like blue waves. Just like putting a pair of beautiful collars on the earth, it creates a kind of light in the shade, a kind of warmth in the cold and a kind of vitality in the decline. ...
What's more, the maple forest planted by returning farmland to forest at the foot of that mountain seems more charming. You see that the straight trunk is upright, and the dead branches are still in the attitude of spring, stabbing into the sky at will, facing the ice and snow and the wind and frost, but insisting on declaring the vibration and unyielding pride in the bleak. Even the white and delicate skin seems to announce the romance of youth to the cold, which can really be the young pride of the mountain tree.
The countryside in winter is lonely, rotten rice piles, black and decadent, lacking the breath of life; On the ridge, there are three or two haystacks, emitting rancid gas; Sporadic small trees seem to be unable to bear the depression of air cooling, so lonely, wretched, decadent and withered. ...
But in the open rice fields, the sparrows foraging in groups flapped little wings, flew for a while, fell down again, jumped on the rotten haystack, pursed their mouths and pecked at the withered rice sacs on the rotten grass ears; Even in isolated treetops, sometimes there are three or two magpies chirping for friends ... terraces and sloping fields even have patches of green oil. Although weak, although still crawling on the surface, not yet strong waist, but with a hint of green meaning for the earth to dress up a green apron, announcing the' school of vitality' in the winter ... all of these are combined into agility in the empty space, and it is being destroyed.
The water also appears thick and quiet. You see, the pond and reservoir are shallow, the coast is frozen, the ripples are quiet, the mountain shadows are reflected, and the color is dark blue; The stream is slow, soft as a ribbon, dense in sound and awe-inspiring in color ... it seems to make the coldness in winter even more dripping. ...
However, walking through the canyons, terraces and streams in the village is not lonely. You see, she came leisurely from the depths of the mountains, singing and jingling all the way. When I met a steep stone wall, I jumped down without fear, crushing myself to pieces and making the waterfall as beautiful as snow. Through the winding valley bed, you will jump happily, or jump in waves, or turn into a wheel, or flow slowly. When you meet a shore stone, you stop and become a stone pool with a static shadow and thick walls. The pool has a clear shadow at the bottom, the sky is reflected, and the clouds are lingering; Sparse yellow leaves on the stones at the bottom of the pool lie quietly, as if asleep. If the sun shines obliquely, there are often countless small fish swimming around in the air without support, and their shadows are on the stones, as if taking away the warm winter sun. Occasionally, waterfowl appear, breaking the calm of the water surface and causing ripples. Trees stand upright on the shore, bamboo shadows dance, occasionally red-tailed birds fly, pheasants suddenly walk away, and larks chirp. These sketches depict the warm colors in the cold, the softness in the cold, and the quiet beauty in the silence. ...
Winter indifference hangs over the village. You see the green clothes of Shuikoulin are taken off, and the beauty of smoke is gone; The ancient maple tree at the entrance of the village, the ancient ginkgo tree in the village, the acacia tree in the farmhouse and the persimmon tree are all bare and unhappy in the cold wind. The cold wind blocked the doors and windows of every household in the village, and chickens, dogs, cattle and sheep hid in the house and refused to come out. Only the western Western jackdaw, which is not afraid of cold, makes one or two shrill cries from time to time on the ancient trees at the entrance to the village. ...
But the inside of the village is unbearably cold and quiet. Chimonanthus praecox in the corner first stood in the cold, vigorously opening its pale yellow flowers and bones, overflowing with wanton fragrance, and injecting rare warmth into this unbearable winter; Camellia in the farmhouse yard is also a rare thing this winter. No matter how hard you try to beat the snow with frost, pale and red flowers and bones are smiling under the thick green leaves, making this winter beautiful and pleasant. ...
By the stream flowing through the village, the early-rising peasant women twittered about their parents' shortcomings while lifting their clothes in the biting water with rubber gloves, accompanied by Shui Yang's wanton laughter from time to time, and the smell of the waves had already driven the chill away.
Leisure farmers in the yard also form a table in groups of three or five, circling around the double floating center several times, pole flowers and fishing for the moon under the sea ... Can just a chill stop enthusiasm and enthusiasm?
There are also pigs and cows, boiled sheep and skinned dogs; Firecrackers moving to a new home, wedding speakers, traffic, crowds ... the countryside is really full of enthusiasm.
Even the 70-year-old and 80-year-old people have achieved full coverage of the new rural cooperative medical system because the government has raised the standard of agricultural insurance, and their weather-beaten foreheads have also been wrinkled and their dim eyes have been closed. ...
In winter in southern Anhui, with its unique elements, a symphony with variations is played, which is green in yellow, proud in cold, bright in depression, energetic in loneliness, quiet and beautiful in cold and vigorous in cold.
Winter in southern Anhui, with its unique character, plays and sings such a vivid movement that no matter how harsh your cold current is, the atmosphere is always hot, and everything in nature can't stand loneliness, which makes people full of confidence and gives off fiery heat ...
Winter in southern Anhui, with its unique philosophy, deducts a charming and charming philosophical lines. ...