When I first came here, I was just 19 years old and had a soft spot for this beautiful young city. I am glad to have the opportunity to come here every year and enjoy the unique scenery of the border town of the motherland. I went by car this time. When I was driving on the highway leading to Jiashi, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. The green land, blue sky, vast fields and rolling mountains really look like a huge Chinese painting. Every time I come to Jiashi, I come and go in a hurry. Today, I want to enjoy this beautiful northern town-beautiful Jiamusi city.
This beautiful city is beautiful in the festival, with colorful flags fluttering and dancing everywhere. People enjoy the prosperity and peace of the city, and everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. It is really pleasant to watch this joyful scene, and it also adds profound connotation and romantic passion to the festival. With the joyful crowd, they hurried through the beautiful "Kirin Villa" and "Great Wall Ecological Park". In the afternoon, I went to Jiashi's most luxurious shopping malls, such as Hualian Department Store and Dafu Garden. The day was very rewarding and I took a lot of photos. Fortunately, you can spend the night and have a good sleep. I still got up early the next day. After breakfast, I strolled to Jiashi's most beautiful park. Shuiyuanshan Park, located in the south of Jiacheng on the Songhua River, is one of the most beautiful scenery in Jiamusi City. There are many pine trees and flowers in the park. Although Shuiyuanshan Park is not as far away as Suzhou Garden, it still has the characteristics of northern gardens. Entering the main entrance and bypassing the fountain surrounded by flowers, there is a hill in front of you. The pine trees on the mountain are lush, the air is clear and the trees are swaying. It's a fairyland on earth There is a stone road in the middle, which goes straight to the top of the mountain. The steps wind up like the Great Wall of Wan Li. Walking on the stone steps, listening to all kinds of birds singing in their ears, accompanied by beautiful music, I really feel that I have entered a fairyland.
Climbing to the top of the mountain in one breath, the "overlooking pavilion" stands here and looks around the scenery, so as to truly appreciate the magic here. Overlooking from a distance, the view is wide, and the whole Jiamusi city has a panoramic view. The air is so clear that the whole city is in harmony with the surrounding trees and mountains. Continue to press the camera to shoot the next beautiful moment! I sat in a small pavilion on the mountain for a while, ate some sorbet, and then went up the stairs three times. There is a happy clock hanging in the middle of the platform above. I also learned from others and tapped the bell with a wooden stick. The bell is so rich and reverberates in Jiashi's sky, and that kind of beauty is unforgettable. Walking down the pavilion, there are aquariums, bird gardens, hunting areas, playgrounds and so on in front of the scenic spot. I also took a thrilling roller coaster and watched an animal show before I reluctantly left the beautiful "Water Source Mountain" park. I had a delicious dog meat hotpot in Jiashi in the evening. After dinner, I had a rest and took out my camera to enjoy a wonderful day. My heart is still beautiful.
I'm really tired after playing all day. Looking at the scenery outside the window, I suddenly feel refreshed. Well, go for a walk by the river. The evening by the Songhua River is quiet, and the river is flowing, like the rhythm of city life, orderly and cheerful. People here are used to walking by the river after supper. Couples, old people and little girls put on beautiful miniskirts, and they are as beautiful as angels under the blowing of Jiang Feng. The scenery by the river is even more novel. A group of young people are singing with microphones, acrobatics and lanterns. Their songs are mixed with vendors' cries, and they converge into an urban symphony, melodious and warm. Strolling in this dimly lit city, enjoying the soft light from the windows of tall buildings, so warm and beautiful, looking up at the soft light, my mouth slightly rises. ...
The beautiful city is breezy at night, and I am used to tightening my collar, but my steps are still cheerful. Suddenly a palace appeared in front of me, and I hurried to see it. It turned out to be a paradise-"Buddhist holy land". This is the first time I've been here in my life. I used to yearn for the Buddhist world, but I didn't expect to come here today. Why not go in and enjoy it? Sneaking into the main entrance, I was stunned by the gorgeous palace surrounded by cigarettes. A group of classical buildings and modern decorations are just right, especially that kind of quietness, which brings unprecedented tranquility and comfort to the soul. As a small passer-by, I have no intention of breaking into the treasure house of Buddhism, amazed, delighted and intoxicated. The mystery and fraternity of Buddhism, selflessness and free and easy have deeply washed my soul, and I feel myself in a fairyland for the first time. I use my little Buddhist culture to interpret this quiet world. The elegance and tranquility of the Buddhist world are shocking and can't be described in words. In particular, the magnificent architecture and modern aesthetics are integrated into one, which gives people a fantastic edification.
Not far away, there are several young and handsome figures busy cleaning the courtyard. I watched their every move carefully. They are too young. What changed their life realm and enabled them to live in seclusion in this Buddhist world? What kind of spiritual detachment and tempering will it be? Just when I was intoxicated with this friendly world, the scene that suddenly appeared in front of me surprised me! I saw an expressionless and ragged old man sitting on the ground. He saw himself coming towards him, pointing his stiff fingers at his feet. I looked in the direction of his fingers, only to see him barefoot, five toes coated with purple potion, giving people a swollen feeling, as if he were rotting. Poor thing. How did this happen? Why don't his family care about him? There is a small plate in front of the old man with some scattered coins in it. Maybe it's asking everyone for some money to treat foot disease? Seeing this, I quickly took out some change from my pocket and gave it to him. Then the passing tourists whispered in my ear: Do you think his foot is really broken? Now liars use this trick. Just as I was about to take a closer look, my body was pushed forward by the rushing crowd. I staggered along with everyone, but I still couldn't help looking back at the old man again and again. His eyes are so helpless and pitiful.
In this way, I left the old man with ambivalence and went to see the next scenic spot, but I was always unhappy. In the face of such a good Buddha land, the soul is suffering unbearable suffering. No way! I really can't stand it. Whether he is true or not, I must give him some help, otherwise how can I live up to this holy place of doing good? Thinking of this, I sneaked to the place where the old man begged, but ... I couldn't find him anymore. He left. He may be too disappointed here? I stood there alone, looking at the empty courtyard. I seem to hear a voice laughing at me. I feel indescribable regret, helplessness, disappointment and guilt. I hate myself for missing an old man in need. Is this still me? How could you do that? On the way back, I paid attention to both sides of the street, hoping to see him again to make up for my mistake, but there was no sign of him, poor old man. Where are you? I want to bid farewell to this beautiful city. Although reluctant, I can only wave back, pack my luggage and continue to set off. The city behind me is still brightly lit. ...
Every night, the eyes of the old man always appear in my mind, which makes me uneasy. I wonder if his feet are ready. I hope he can forgive my unkindness. I have been thinking that if God gives me another chance to meet him, I will definitely repent in front of him and ask his forgiveness. The love of Buddhism and the begging eyes of the old people have formed a sharp contrast in my heart, so disharmony that I often feel confused, heartbroken and guilty.