Ji Fang
It's autumn now. Autumn in the Three Gorges begins with citrus and pomelo trees on both sides. These trees grow on steep rocks and their leaves are as hard and straight as blue rocks. There are more and more autumn, and they appear greener and darker; And that heavy fruit is turning from green to yellow, and gradually emerges from the middle of the leaves. At this time, they began to emit a fragrance, which filled the Three Gorges with a mature atmosphere.
In the early morning, the transparent dew shines, and the gorge wind is cool, as if the orange pomelo trees all over the mountains are covered with a layer of frost, fresh and clear; When the sun comes out, the dew disappears, and the orange pomelo tree is sunny and the green leaves are golden; The Three Gorges is another beautiful autumn.
At noon, the peaks were covered with golden armor, the sun jumped on the water, and the Yangtze River became warm, like a golden python, rolling, whistling and washing away; On the other hand, the surging and jumping brilliance and steep cliffs are reflected in it, so the whole canyon is rippling, and the Three Gorges is full of autumn warmth.
In the afternoon, before sunset, a layer of blue mist rose early in the canyon. This makes the dusk in the canyon come early and go late. Thus, in the blue and transparent dusk, the reflections of cliffs on both sides of the river flock to the center of the river, leaving a glowing sky on the river. The Yangtze River flows calmly and gently, becoming like a bright belt.
At night, finally. The fishing fire on the shore and the light in the middle of the river are lit up one after another, and with their red halo on the water, the Yangtze River seems to be blinking and sleeping. Only barges that occasionally pass by, whistling, carve shiny roads on the river; So the light of the fishing fire, like waking up, swayed gently on the water.
Maybe it's because the mountains are too high, the canyons are too deep and the sky is too narrow, and even the moonlit night comes very late. At first, the canyon can only feel its hazy green light, which is connected with dusk; I don't know when it suddenly appeared on the mountain. Just like growing out of the mountain, it is a part of the mountain; Like a huge, smooth, shiny mica stone. At this time, the contrast between the shadow of the moon and the mountain is often obvious-the mountain is black as ink, standing on the wall, leaning towards the center of the river, as if it were going to fall down; The moon, from the top of the mountain, along the deep, upright ancient valley, revealed its clear glory to the river. Like a waterfall, flying down in the air; Like a plain brocade, hanging on the mountain.
This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival.