印 象 金 寨
Impressions of Jinzhai
Wen / Fandy (Anhui)
For a man who lives in the north plain, it is a surprise to see the mountain. This surprise is not because of ignorance, but because the mountain can bring us the feeling of poetic and poetic. It can make us feel the power of nature, and make us truly a natural person.
In May, along with the breeze, we drove into the red revolutionary base, Jinzhai, under the grey and white sky, and through the window, we saw a continuous range of mountains, a shadow of a mountain, a mountain shadow, the verdant trees wrapped up the mountains, and the distant hills in the back of the mountains. The front of the mountain is shown on the far side of the mountain, the gray sky, the distant green and the near verdant, make your eyes appear a wrong, clear layer of ink painting, at this time you can not help but you can not help sighing nature as a magical painter.
Do not know why? The weather in the mountains does not seem clear and clear. The far behind mountains are always surrounded by clouds and mist, as if only in this way can they conform to the situations in those fairy tales. Indeed, when you drive in a mountain forest, you don't know where you are, but after a while, you look back, you have entered the other mountain, and you'll find that the hills opposite you have become the scenery behind you now.
When you go to the mountains, you will really feel what is "only in the mountains, the clouds do not know where." The verdant, just from a distance, turned into a concrete plant at the moment - the straight straight bamboo, and the middle of the old bamboo shoots with no shell, as well as oak, chestnut tree, wild fruit tree, and so on. It forms the clothes of the mountain all the year round. Once in a while you should see the bald side of the mountain waist, showing the skin of the mountain itself, you should not think more, it must be a place, but you still have a little regret, as if the painter on the half of the paint, leave the brush to disappear. When we were tired of driving, we found a place where painters had not finished. In fact, there were not a few families. I said to my friends, how few people here are so few, friends will show me the fingers: you see that there are people in the dark green inside. I can't help marveling again.
When we got down, we walked up a small stone class mountain road and saw a tea garden. I was happy to see it. We went on and walked up. My friend was a little puffed out. It felt like I could not find the tea garden at the time. But I just saw it in front of us. And after a closer look, it is below me, and the mountain road is bent. When you walk, you will go from the side of the mountain to the side of the mountain. When we came to the tea garden, we saw an old couple picking up tea, with a hat like a hat and a dark face under the hat of a tea garden for a long time. When they saw us, they gave us a shy and sincere smile. A pair of unadorned eyes, looking for a new sprout on a semi - tall tea tree, picked up a bamboo basket behind it. So we went into the tea garden to experience the fun of a tea collection. I picked one and put it in the old farmer's bamboo basket. The old farmer said, "thank you," and I had a chance to see it. Their hands, their hands dry, thin, wrinkled, but make people feel very healthy, the hands of the fingers of tea were dyed black, the black has been soaked in the skin, washing can not be washed out. Just then a tea grower passed by. His voice was loud and loud, and he spoke the local dialect. I generally heard: is your tea good this year? The tea grower in the tea garden said, "tea is not good this year. The cold days before it was killed by frost." Listening to their casual and natural chatting, I feel a kind of kindness that I have never had before. Is this kind of idyllic life not exactly what I expected? Stay away from the noise of the city and find the original peace. I can't help thinking that when I was drinking tea, I never thought it would be so hard. The old farmer said: one man also picked up a few pounds a day.
Standing in a half height tea garden, I naturally become a tea picking girl, but I enjoy it very much. There seemed to be a few white days, the water of the brook was flowing, the clear, the clawed, and occasionally a small fish, but no one went to catch it and let it go. The air is fresh, with the scent of the tea tree, and you will feel like a fairyland. At this time, do you not feel that you have become a landscape in the nature painting?
Editor in chief: Zhang Tonghui