? See the sea view and enjoy the sketch all morning, which is designated as poetry reading. Some people are moved to say that we can never get tired of seeing the South Yellow Sea. Rudong's largest Yangkou Port has been open for an hour. The water in beckoning harbor is too deep. At this moment, the docked ships are smiling at the waves. The straight Yellow Sea Bridge is sleeping. The car we were in was the only intruder. The end of the Yellow Sea Bridge is Sunshine Island. The sudden fog on the water always tries to cover up the truth of the sea. A team of trucks transporting liquefied natural gas replaced the herons.
Write it on the offshore wind farm
At Rudong seaside, the tower of any wind farm is definitely a giant from a distance. It never said that it was omnipotent for a long time. Frightened and robbed by the vast waves every day. Only those who fight side by side can realize that no one is more eager for the wind. No one is more afraid of the wind. It is high because the sea level has been looking up until one day the storm finally arrival. The sea on which it stands is the only cemetery to accommodate the wreckage, which is more than ten meters long. Even the blades of several tens of meters can't transmit the sound of rotating and moaning when the wind hits. The wind in the distance is strong evidence that it is still alive. These leaves seem to have nothing to do with spring in estrus. I am an engineer who once participated in the manufacture of wind turbines. Today, as a poet, I try my best to peep into its loneliest heart. Those who selflessly give others light and motivation are bound to bear more darkness and helplessness.
Visit Rudong Museum of Modern Planning
In the three-story Rudong Modern Planning Museum, a glib female commentator described a small town in northern Jiangsu as magnificent. The museum is large enough to inherit the infinite wisdom and diligence of atmospheric sediment accumulation in the South Yellow Sea. Step by step, the waves are pushed far away to extract salt, and the ancient farming culture in the ocean is gorgeous, and modern civilization is on the stage. Of course, I see that the high-tech industry of offshore wind power is gradually turning into spring rain to nourish Rudong. Please write a new classic of mountains and seas.
Have breakfast at Fuhai Palace.
In the early morning, a middle-aged woman walked around the rice field in front of the palace and returned to the restaurant with poor facilities. She kept busy on the stove. Only then did she know that the clam Guanyin breakfast not far away was very simple. An egg, a bowl of pumpkin porridge and a dish of pickles and edamame may not change the soul once. People seeking inspiration from the earth returned to the gods sitting in the hall of heaven. Double your body.
Essays on viewing the sea and enjoying flowers The Erguan River is also called Chaohe River. Silver has always heard of the county town on the south bank of Guanjiang River, but she has never been there. When Father Huangshi talked about Journey to the West, he said that Erlang once lived in Guanjiangkou. Unexpectedly, this irrigation estuary is the irrigation river in my hometown. This adds a sense of mystery to Guanhe.
Guanhe River is very wide, there is no bridge on it, and walking on both sides depends entirely on wooden boats. Silver heard a joke from a brother in the village. Brother Sanzhao asked the matchmaker to go to Hebei as a matchmaker. When crossing the river by boat, he told the matchmaker that he would pay for the boat and the matchmaker would pay for the return trip. Brother Sanzhao is also a very honest man. The matchmaker went home and told the story, and everyone laughed for many days.
The river is deep and muddy, just as water is made of mud. Incense is enshrined in the Buddhist niches on the north bank of Guanhe River and the roadside. The people on board paid special attention to what they said. They don't say they are full of rice, but they say they are filled with rice. Sound and Shen are homophonic. People have many taboos.
The reeds on the shore are swaying, and it is a beautiful thing to stand on the bridge and enjoy the sunset like a golden wheel hanging on the reed tip.
There is a Dragon King Temple on the shore, where the shrines are stripped of color and worn out, and the lintel is dim. Fishermen often pull their nets in front, or take shelter from the rain on rainy days.
Well, Silver just heard what Huangshi said.
Only once, Xiaoyin took a small sampan from Sancha River, a tributary of Guanhe River, and crossed the wide Sancha River in a muddy way. The river is gentle and the sun is soft. A strange woman held Silver in front of her for fear that she might fall into the river. This situation has been in Silver's mind for many years. The trees on both sides, the empty beach and the slowly flowing river are all like pictures, unfolding in Silver's memory.
In spring, there is a scene in Guanhe, which I have to mention. It's a big fish in Bailongwang Temple.
A giant whale with a black back, in spring, came with great momentum with the vast water flowing all the way.
People are infected by the grand worship of fish. Everyone stood on the shore and watched. Whales have the potential to suck the sea and drink the river, and their black backs turn out huge waves in the water. Their actions bear the will of God and the command of heaven. They swam all the way to the Longwang Temple. Then, I made a huge splash, turned around and went home together.
There are many sailboats sailing in the river at high tide. They have a deep draught, and the people on board live a different life from those on land. For example, when they live on water all the year round, they are often lonely. In the uncertainty, they entrust their lives to an unknown unknown, so they have more taboos and more reverence for the gods. They will burn incense and set off firecrackers when they get on board. They choose their words carefully and are not presumptuous.
At low tide, there are many small black holes in the mud by the river, and blue crabs run around warily outside the hole. You see a lot of small crabs, once they want to catch one, they all sneak into the hole. Small crabs everywhere are very eye-catching, but none of them give you a chance.
In spring, Silver has never been to the irrigation river. She sat in front of her house and looked at Tianyu silently, letting the stories and scenery she heard play back slowly in her mind like a movie.
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