From Shiping Daqiao Township, the road winds westward for seven kilometers, a curve surrounded by cement piles, and then a four-kilometer-long Jichang earth and rock mountain road, and you reach the Niedong Secondary Hydraulic Station in Shiping County. power station.
The spring rain has not yet come, and the Daqiao River at the bottom of the valley is now a stream. The river water is warm and flows slowly towards the bottom of the small river.
The waterfall video on Douyin suddenly appeared at the head of the stream. A hundred meters away, a white rope hung on the mountainside, and the sound of rustling gradually reached my ears.
Bai Lian gradually became clearer and grew up before his eyes.
At this moment, I just felt stupid and dazed. This is something I have imagined countless times and cannot change.
Oh, I remembered, this imprint is Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Plum Rain Pool" in the Chinese textbook when I was a child. It has been decades, but I can still recite:
And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands; it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splash of water was crystal clear and multi-awned; looking from a distance, it looked like small white plum blossoms falling one after another like light rain...
The beautiful words of "Plum Rain Pool" are also in front of my eyes. The waterfall is vividly described.
And I vaguely feel that the waterfall in "Plum Rain Pool" seems a bit gentler.
The power station waterfall in front of you has a hint of wildness.
It is not a natural waterfall, it is a waterfall formed by the interception of water when the hydropower station is temporarily not generating electricity.
But this waterfall is very natural, and the gentle water finally found its breakthrough. It is no longer suppressed, it acts spontaneously, and it pours out in waves.
It finds its wildest release on the top of the mountain.
The water splashed wildly, jumping into several strands, and never returned. At a glance, passion is expressed with the mountains and rocks, spirituality is entwined with the weeds and trees, and then it is determined and ruthless, without stopping for a moment, the ink and wash become a thick ink ancient painting.
The ancient paintings are free and smooth, without any hesitation or pretentiousness. Thousands of piles of snow are rolled up by invisible masters.
Bit by bit, the ancient road of frost and snow, the clear moon and the clear autumn appeared on the paper without any restraint.
I can only say that the most high-end power of nature is also extremely simple and simple, so simple that it cannot be copied.
There is no need to repeat the analysis of the poems in Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing":
? Zhao Ke is wearing Hu Ying, Wu Gou has frost and snow is bright.
? The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
? Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
? When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his body and name.
But this Bai Lian is full of charm, and his purging momentum is booming, forming a cool and moistening wind.
The wind blows with love, a close friend is hard to find, and the water mist is gentle, as if you are here or far away. Its slight breath stirs the heartstrings inadvertently. This blurred look that needs no words is irresistible.
As a result, the waterfall was covered with flowers, the mist skirt flickered, and the footsteps were enchanted and could no longer move. The gauze is graceful and the mist is speechless. The cheeks are caressed and the skin trembles.
The whispers of the waterfall and the low chanting make the hot wind in the Daqiao Valley disappear in April.
At this moment, people and waterfalls blend together, and the joy of the heart is shattered deep in the vast mountains.
The drop of the waterfall is estimated to be forty meters. When it reaches the bottom, it is like a pile of rocks piercing through the air and rolling up thousands of piles of snow. From then on, it put away its unruly style of painting, and its temper immediately became restrained and supple. Then it twisted its waist, bypassed the unexpected rocks, held its hands across the bridge, and headed westward.
It does not form a deep pool, nor does it have a pavilion beside the pool. The vast mountains in the boudoir never affect its grace and grace.
Infinite scenery lies on dangerous peaks.
I can only say that the waterfall's flying whispers, the waterfall's wind shadow, the waterfall's fragrance, and the unresisting waterfall are a rainbow in the countryside of Shiping.
This rainbow waterfall is also an eye.
This eye has a warm dialogue with the eyes of the public who are obsessed with the beautiful landscape. The mountains speak silently, and the infinite power of the mountains is also represented by the expression in this eye.
When water reaches a desperate situation, it is a waterfall, and when a person reaches a desperate situation, he is reborn.
I don’t know if people are reborn when they reach a desperate situation, but I know that being at a waterfall gives me a sense of rebirth.
The area around the waterfall has long been a landscape of people.
Vehicles, tents, shooting and framing; picnics, barbecues, and lively fireworks.
There was a flat area beside the waterfall, and a group of male and female dancers simply brought high-power singing speakers.
The dancers form a large circle, square dance, disco, tango, ballroom dance, and release their emotions. The music was so loud that it even drowned out the sound of the waterfall.
The waterfall and the stream merged, and the water flow became strong. Water has always had a fatal attraction. The urchins do not have the restraint of adults and have forgotten their feelings in the river long ago. They couldn't relax for a moment, making noises, accepting the love given to them by the world, turning over, and looking for childhood memories among the rocks decades later.
The love song of the frogs in the river began to be ignored, and the cuckoos in the mountains were singing happily. The leisurely sound is all due to this waterfall.
One end is the sound of nature, the other is the fireworks of the world. This waterfall and the fireworks in the world work together in tacit understanding, creating a harmonious poetic rhyme.
? 2020.04.19