In fact, I am a pilgrim, an autumn pilgrim, a pilgrim in the plateau cloud forest, and a pilgrim in heaven.
Following the clouds, the snake walked in the winding passage and finally climbed the peak ridge at an altitude of more than 3000 meters. It can't wait to lift the veil of smoke. Looking out, mottled snow trails crawl on dark mountains like scattered sheep. The wind on the plateau is blowing slowly, and the sky is very low. It seems that only my favorite cloud and I are hugging each other here. Even though I shouted loudly, only the echoes of the mountains drifted farther and farther away, and finally fell in front of a rock wall and disappeared. Should I be lonely at this moment? I can't be alone I feel like I'm standing at the threshold of heaven, and my heart is shaking. Is heaven next?
Below is a quiet canyon more than 20 kilometers long, with mountains and dense forests along the way. Yang Shan is a precipice, steep and unique, with thin clouds like silk; There are pines in the mountain stream, and the scenery is beautiful. The pine and cypress are green, the red birch is like fire, like the gorgeous color of thick ink, and it has the pride of "endless fragrance and high solitary shadow". In addition, the rare "castle" or "palace" in Yan Dan and the "morning glow and lotus color" with different shapes set each other off.
Colorful green, jagged yellow and dazzling red mosaic overlap, which is not like the sad autumn in the north at all, but a little feminine in the south of the Yangtze River without losing the atmosphere. From that heavy dreamy enchanting charm, what I read is not the sadness of "blue sky and yellow leaves", nor the loneliness of "cold autumn smoke and waves", but the beauty of spring, the fleeting summer and the bright and quiet winter. There is no longer the loneliness of "all trees are autumn", and there is no longer the melancholy of "only mountains and hills"; It is no longer the feeling of anxiety and helplessness, the feeling of wandering at the end of the world.
I saw the creeping leaves, but I didn't see the withered figure and the wind and frost of the years. At this moment, I am enjoying the shyness of spring, the softness of summer and the tranquility of winter. There are fragrant yellow flowers everywhere. They are warmly exposed in her splendor and profusion, beautiful and profound, emitting the warmth of autumn sunshine and the minimal essence of life.
Idle clouds linger, sparse and dense, or rolled or scattered, or piled or built. I like your warm words and your soft body.
For people who are used to seeing mountains, this is nothing. But for me who loves autumn and mountains, this is undoubtedly picturesque. Besides, the tranquility and serenity I yearn for are all here. If I can forget the troubles and entanglements of endless love in the world, it will be heaven.
When spring comes, the snow and ice have just melted, the sun is dancing, and the birch forest is green, like a girl waiting for makeup. Although moving, it lacks color. When summer comes, flowers bloom, trees flourish and birds sing occasionally, which is quite smooth. The most beautiful are the terraced fields full of rape flowers, which are yellow, bright, shocking and confusing. But the scenery reminds people of more art, which is only suitable for watching and enjoying from a distance; Only this autumn, swaying the mature charm, fluttering the lightness of the soul in tranquility and serenity, swimming with beautiful fallen flowers, quietly smearing colorful colors, and bringing out the best in those exquisitely shaped mountains, there is a feeling of returning or misty dust under the action of the glow.
In an instant, the lead flower was picked, and the soul wandered freely, prostrating itself devoutly on every cliff, kissing every rock, every fallen leaf, and flooding rain and mountain flowers. Or turn into clouds floating over the whole mountain forest, or condense into rain and fall in the cracks and adobe at the foot to melt. ...
Whether the sky is high or cloudy or rainy; Whether it is colorful or vulgar; Whether it is magnificent or the sky is closed, it is very common on earth, but it is very common in extraordinary times. Are nurtured and watered by emotions. Ruthlessness means no love in your heart, and no love in your heart means no scenery in your eyes. Love is born of scenery, and scenery is born of heart. I guess so. For example, a person who is in awe of nature, even in the wilderness, will be attracted by its desolation, generosity, tragic and profound, not to mention this "Cangshan steep wall, golden wind and jade dew"!