Random Thoughts autumn autumn in October, we have a line on the four-step on a train bound for Dandong City, Jilin Province. Dandong from Beijing about a night drive to be at the Yalu River, and North Korea's neighbor, is a beautiful mountain town. The city's scenic spots are broken bridge, the Yalu River Park and the Korean War Memorial, etc., but the destination of our trip is 200 km away from the Dandong City Changbai Mountains of the veins in the old ridge and furrow Qingshan Gou Flyover - go to the mountains to listen to the voice of the arrival of autumn and look for the footprints of the fall ---
When we arrived by car along the foot of the artist Qingshan Gou village, almost noon. Probably due to travel fatigue or because of motion sickness reasons, we have two ladies feel ill. So first, a boat tour of the Castle Peak Lake scenery. A great lake like a mirror which nestles at the Castle Peak among leaves. The rolling mountains in the lake extends forward to its stance. I stood on the bow, left to the midday sun shining on me. The lake breeze frivolous me face. I am intoxicated by this beauty, I do not know if I was to enjoy the scenery of the people are still people in paintings? Two men as if they are artists, porting their hands constantly patted the camera. At night we live in fellow home, a bright moon hanging in the night sky. I suddenly remembered a child has sat in this round of the moon, the climb in grandmother's lap listening to her grandmother talk about those old-fashioned story. Simply overtaken by events, the moon still there, away from my grandma had a ---
Qingshan Gou morning four of us then went to another scenic tiger tanggou. After the sky after the clouds, it seems to look like rain, but did not affect our state of mind of every individual. We can finally close the sound of the feeling of autumn. I seem to hear the breath of autumn leaves and the leaves in between the transmission. I can not wait to put this fiery embrace. Of that round and round red, yellow, green scenery decorated with every inch of land in front of me, I can not speak, because any language in here, have shown that it is the pale. I just want your heart to treasure the beautiful memories. Rain finally fell down, as if fairy tears hit my face, sweet, and you hear it? Anyway, I heard the footsteps of the fall. Wind between wire walk through the tree to lay a fallen leaves ----
Luckily, the road we encountered a family of three, they came from Tianjin. We cherish the same purpose - to listen to the voice of the fall. Choice with non-stop underground, we are trapped in the mountains of the villagers at home. Big Brother from Tianjin to us personally cook to cook. Fellow sitting on a house heated kang enumerating his brother had been to places and experience the legend. I first heard of a new concept - environmental tourism. They never casually throw a trash and should not be picking a leaf. Pairs of an 8-year-old children, nature has given all his life, he would return. Maybe this trip four of us is also the largest beneficiaries.
Unless we have the plants and trees of the Qingshan Gou, Quwang 120 km outside the bridge groove. Toyama flickering in the clouds, across the Manchukuo period of the Japanese built two bridges, flyovers in front of a ditch. Flyover ditch belonging to the national forest park, but I have the impression that it is not very good, probably because the bridge hotel restaurant high vegetable prices and poor service bar. The early morning sunlight sprinkled on the jian branches, on which patches of red, yellow leaves are also crystal clear up, as if a teenage girl to show off her new clothes. Farmer drove cattle walk through the stream into the forest, night leaving white frost spreading ballast on fallen leaves, the grass between. Everything is quiet, as if we came to the paradise described by Tao Yuan-ming. I heartily breathe, every trace of breath can not let go. Who said that autumn is golden, and I said she was red.
As human beings we are happy, Mother Nature gives us the material conditions necessary for survival, she also gives us a beautiful environment, with every inch of her skin, every Yigenhanmao decorate our lives with her open heart our tolerance for her destruction. An 8-year-old children in order to protect our homes doing hard work, we then why not? For our children and grandchildren still have such a beautiful, such a fall, let us join hands!
Author: zjj0723
