Huizhou's prose, I can't say.

After Huizhou, there is an unspeakable "bitterness". Everything happens for a reason:

First of all, there is an inexhaustible wonder and bitterness about the profoundness of Huizhou. Imagine: a sentimental and talkative scholar suddenly became an incoherent "aphasia". How can he not suffer?

Second, it is sensitive and subtle to perception, and there is a kind of pain that is unpredictable like a spring dream. The beautiful scenery of Huizhou actually aroused the pain of the soul, because the relatives and friends of the deceased did not feel such beautiful scenery on earth, but felt sad because of sadness.

All this is because facing Huizhou, it is difficult to tell and describe! In desperation, I learned a little about ten scenic spots to sort out the impression of traveling and engrave the impression of watching.

Jiangwan, the first village in the hometown of great men, is the first ancient building in the world with a long history and has produced generations of sages.

Zhang Dashan full of green, Wolong Valley is more colorful in four seasons, Purple Mountain is shaded by trees, and the color pool is white.

Nine Old Furong Mountain, Zhuzi Cultural Park, elegant cold spring, idle Zizhu Academy, quiet Li Anquan Tea Pavilion, half acre square pond.

The endless Yuanyang Lake, the pure land of dust, the innocent and misty dream of romance.

The first camphor tree in the world, the Millennium tree in Yantian, the cage stream with branches and vines, and the shady farmers with leaves.

Ink pastoral, antique, small bridge and boat, bonsai stone table, Yongquan ancient well, tea pavilion and grass house.

Huizhou Jixi has beautiful scenery, a hundred miles of flowers, a blue Qian Shan, trees and boundless blue clouds.

An Feng is embedded in households, and Qingxi breaks the village soil, with its back on Huangdui Mountain in Wan Ren and its heart on Shilishu Lake. Tachuan Gefei is flowing, like a tower in rows.

Wooden pits and bamboo seas, dripping green land, the first village of Huangshan, are well-known at home and abroad. Shaded by bamboos, shaded by white clouds, enjoying the moon in the valley and smelling the warblers in the blue waves.

Longchiwan, an ancient agricultural park, flowing mountain springs, distant ancient music, the bitterness of farming and the condensation of classic crops.

Huizhou's mountains and rivers are beautiful, and only ten scenes are selected. Although it is inevitable to miss 10,000 scenes, they are generally visible. Beautiful scenery and ancient buildings are two major tourist highlights in Huizhou. There are often three impressions left for tourists:

The scenery next to Mota is difficult to distinguish, and the misty rain landscape painting flows.

Huizhou's "ancient buildings" are like ink paintings, countless and wonderful, which can only be understood but difficult to describe; Tourists in the drizzle, visit Lingshan Xiushui, that kind of unspeakable comfort, quite a feeling of being in the painting.

Huizhou landscape floating scroll, Huizhou ancient architecture concentrated epic

Huizhou's Lingshan Xiushui is ever-changing, like a changing picture scroll; The ancient buildings in Huizhou, like solidified cultural relics and fossils, have withstood the baptism of years and the bright moonlight, telling the splendid culture of ancient times.

There is heaven under the white clouds, and a fairyland on earth is in Huizhou.

People often use words such as "Xanadu" and "Wonderland" to praise scenic tourist areas. It is difficult to find a more suitable word, and these two flattering words are used to describe Huizhou, although it is inevitable that it is somewhat outdated.

The most difficult thing to talk about in the world is feelings, contemplating Huizhou scenes and recalling Huizhou impressions, especially: poetry? Are you artistic? Is it the vicissitudes of history? Is it modern charm? Is it inspired by spirit? Is it the enlightenment of culture? Is it the worry of uncertain fortune and uncertain future? The same mountains and rivers, life is short ... who knows?