In the early winter of 2065438+2007, we will go to Dongying, which we have admired for a long time, at the invitation of our classmates for more than 30 years. As soon as I set foot on this magical land, I was impressed by the spectacular scenery before me. The ancients had a poem saying, "The stars are leaning down from the open space, and the moon is running from the river." It should be more appropriate to describe the Yellow River Delta. The orange sunset glow slowly falls on the western horizon, and through the thin clouds, it reveals gorgeous oblique light, and a crescent moon has quietly hung in the eastern sky. The Yellow River is sparkling in the dim light of Tianshui, hiding the shyness and quietness of being integrated into the embrace of the sea like a girl. Poetic scrolls slowly spread along the coastline, coastal wetlands spread and reeds swayed in the wind. The blue sky is vast, and there are euphemistic birds singing from time to time.
When we drove to the Yellow River Estuary Wetland, it was already around 3 pm. Crossing the waterside pavilion and stepping on the trestle, the swamp water at the foot is clear, the fish swim happily, and the waterfront beach is full of green. Deep in the reeds, weak willows sway. Boarding the pavilion, from a distance, between heaven and earth, the sky is boundless, the sunset is coming, and the sunset clouds are all over the sky. I was listening to other voices, and suddenly I saw Yan Zhen walking by in the sunset. Looking at the sunset from a distance, the reflection of water and light is low. The vast scenery is spectacular. At this moment, this scene, the silent heart can not help but do it one brace up, indescribable excitement suddenly hit my heart. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's frontier fortress seemed to ring from his ear-
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
This is neither a frontier fortress nor a Hu-day. There is neither desert nor solitary smoke. But the long river is there and the sunset is round. Now the vast reeds, the vast rivers and the lonely twilight are similar to the poems of the frontier poet Wang Wei, and the same vastness can be felt here. Between yellow and blue, it is like the end of the sky and the edge of the earth, a scene of primitive flood. Perhaps, only in this case can we sing the poem "I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone". The emptiness and vastness of the northwest will certainly make people think deeply, but the Yellow River estuary between yellow and blue on the coastline is even more imaginative. The existence of this new land may be accidental and a gift from nature. 1855, this young land was silted up because the Yellow River burst from the copper tile box and embarked on the road leading to the Daqing River. The surging Yellow River has brought the vastness of the northwest. Here, you can still feel the thick breath of the Loess Plateau.
Sun, a classmate of Dongying City, is a ready-made tour guide. He introduced it with his fingers like a few treasures. The endless Yellow River estuary is dominated by reed marshes and wetlands, followed by estuarine tidal flats, Suaeda salsa, shrub sparse wetlands and artificial Sophora japonica wetlands. It is a combination of natural landscape and human landscape, with the magic and grandeur of vicissitudes of life, the grandeur of Huanglong entering the sea and the quiet beauty of the long river sunset.
You can tell when you get to the Yellow River. In early winter, there is still an aftertaste of autumn. Reed flowers are in full bloom and furry. When the north wind blows, reeds dance and fly, overwhelming the earth. In fact, there are two kinds of plants in this reed, one is reed and the other is Western jackdaw. This reed and tapir look alike from a distance, but from a close distance, they are qualitatively different. They are just different on the surface. Reed has the property of growing with the wind. Reed is upright and upright in any environment, standing in the wind and never trying to please. Although I have no contempt for reed in my heart, I still can't help but pay deep respect to reed on my face. Isn't the reed standing tall and straight like a Shandong man colliding with iron? Is it not the indomitable China people from generation to generation? As Chairman Mao said: "Our army has an indomitable spirit, which will overwhelm all enemies without being surrendered by them!" Reed is also like the chorus of the Yellow River, inspiring the Chinese nation. However, Reid is praising the spirit of the hymn with silent body language. Professor Li He from Binzhou University has a deeper explanation of reed. He said that the reed is the one described in the Book of Songs. The book of songs in the cloud:
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long.
Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
Jia Jian in The Book of Songs refers to two kinds of plants. This "raccoon" is a reed, standing straight. "Jia" is a reed, pleasing to the eye. Perhaps the original intention of The Book of Songs is that masculinity and femininity will naturally become interesting. Deep in the cold, weak willows are clustered. Although it is early winter, the leaves are still flourishing and the vitality still exists. These willow shadows have been seen in the landscape paintings of Song people, but it is the first time to meet each other in real life. Wen Rong said that this is a unique willow species in the Yellow River Estuary and an ancient tree species washed down by the Loess Plateau. Unexpectedly, the ancient willow that washed down from Bayan Kara, after thousands of years in Wan Li, took root and sprouted in the Yellow River estuary, which may be a gift from heaven. No wonder the willow depicted by the ancients is so different from the modern willow, different from ancient times to modern times. No wonder the ancients had a saying that they broke their hearts and hated all the rules. Today's class reunion, we haven't seen each other for 33 years. 1984 On July 4th, we graduated from Huimin Normal University and left school. It has been more than 33 years. It was really a blink of an eye. This situation is difficult to describe, and this scene is also difficult to describe. No matter how many sentences you write, you can't describe the mood at this moment.
When I first came to the Yellow River Estuary, I saw a line of geese at first sight. I thought it was a passing battle, and then I went deep into the reeds. I saw geese flying very low, in the air, in the water and in the reeds. They are everywhere, ups and downs, the geese crow, and the northern geese rotate thousands of times. This situation adds a kind of sadness to people and makes the twilight in early winter more desolate. Listening to the song "Red Rock" again at this time will definitely have a different taste.
In the sky, the swan goose flew over the reeds and flew south.
At sunset, it was getting dark, and our party boarded the landmark building of the Yellow River Estuary-Roy Building. Standing on the lookout, I saw the surging Yellow River, with an unobstructed view, and the color of Tianshui became wider and wider. Standing on the watchtower overlooking the mouth of the Yellow River. The field of vision is surging, and the Yellow River spreads its mind, just like a quiet girl's fluttering yellow ribbon, without noise or surging, quietly flowing to a sacred appointment. Looking from a distance, I seem to see the exciting moment when yellow and blue meet. The waves are rough, the white waves are rolling, jumping and roaring, and the passion is surging. Jianghai is half blue and half yellow at first, and then flows alternately until it is integrated.
It's getting dark, and I'm not finished. With attachment to the Yellow River Estuary and deep friendship for our classmates, we left this stirring land. That excited heart can't be calm for a long time.