On a rainy day in April, we came to the Three Gorges in western Zhejiang. The pier is newly built, at the end of an antique corridor; Under a row of steps, several white speedboats were parked side by side. Looking along the direction of the Qinghe River, the river rippled slightly, winding into the distance and disappearing at the foot of a dark green; The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the rivers are sandwiched; Dark clouds pressed against the towering green hills, revealing a little white light.
This picture really feels like "the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite", but on the one hand, the mountains are not steep, and because the world washed by rain is clear and hazy, it is a little less steep.
We got on a speedboat. In the roar, the speedboat took us galloping on the green water. The speedboat made two white waves, staggered not far from the stern and then dispersed into two, and finally disappeared obliquely in the green mountains and green waters.
"Look, that's the old road. The highest water in this reservoir is that road. " After a while, the boatman pointed to the shore and said.
Following his finger, we saw a yellow waterline, which seemed to cover a small ancient road in the dense forest. Needless to say, I really don't see this is a road. The path follows the direction of the river until it winds into bamboo forests.
"There used to be a village by the river, and the villagers all went in and out like this." Kan Kan, a person familiar with the situation in the same boat, said, "When we were young, we all went this way. This road goes downstream of the river, passes through Gaoping, Qingshan Temple and Qianchuan, and flows into Fenshui River. The village has also moved early, and there are very few people who take this road, so there are also villagers who leave when digging bamboo shoots. "
This river, named Liuxi River, flows into Fenshui River and finally into Qiantang River. The location of "Three Gorges in West Zhejiang" is actually a reservoir. A dam was built downstream of it a few years ago. Naturally, the current water level has risen, which is a bit like "Pinghu out of the high gorge".
After listening to his introduction, I can't help feeling a little. Things in the world are really unpredictable. I think at the beginning, this path may also be crowded with people. At that time, the village was also filled with smoke, and the villagers were working at sunrise and fishing and chopping wood at sunset. But now everything has changed, and there is nothing left, only pieces of bamboo and a deserted path.
The speedboat galloped in the river. The river is clear and green, the ripples are bright and green, calm and deep; In several deep pools, several solitary boats are crossing at will-quite a bit "crossing the wild without a boat". On both sides are towering green hills, but the green of the green hills is light green, and the new leaves are mixed with dark green pine forests, and the patches are mixed. Just like the skeleton of this towering green mountain, large rocks are full of strong and powerful feelings. Years of wind and rain have left traces of running water on the rocks.
It was raining harder and harder, so we hurried back. The speedboat galloped against the wind and rain, and the intermittent spring rain felt a little cold. Unconsciously, a layer of misty rain, slowly shrouded in green water, faint, faint, even if, if you don't look carefully, you may not notice it. Looking at the mountains on both sides, the mountains stand quietly and silently. The mountainside is covered with a faint outline, but the top of the mountain is completely hidden in the thick misty rain, mysterious and far away.
Finally arrived at the dock, and the rain had soaked my clothes. But I walked slowly, and another picture appeared in front of me: the dark sky was covered with misty rain, and there was silence, only the sound of raindrops splashing; A wide river meanders from the misty rain in the distance, and a small sandbar stands in the river; On one side of the river bank are dark mountains, which extend into the distance layer by layer, leaving a faint outline in the boundless misty rain; On the other side is a flat field dotted with sparse trees with ups and downs; There are two cars parked on the beach by the river. There seem to be two black spots by the river. Someone should be fishing. Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem called "An Old Man Fishing in the Hanjiang River-Snow". This poem is really artistic. Now I think this fisherman is "hazy between heaven and earth, fishing alone in the spring rain"
The sunny West Lake is not as good as the rainy West Lake. Actually, any landscape is the same. The scenery in the rain is less noisy and bright on a sunny day, and more quiet and hazy.