I had such intention: Each weekend the Ming Tombs Reservoir bike Qutang. Regardless of the weather.
Even if compliance can not be the case, I am still in the springtime in the years before, down in the hot sun before, came in at Liang Qiu. The most carefree is immersed in the lake, with the body warm with cool water; most pleasant is the walk on the lakeside road, watching waves hills hills, mountains green.
Ming Tombs Reservoir, a lake, strictly speaking not a lake, surrounded by a no Temple in Kowloon dragon, the lack of exotic rugged style, it was not the legendary literati. However, its beauty is precious, and precious when it comes to extreme water shortages in Beijing, the lake clear blue water and moisture do not know how many have been dry and dusty in the spring, cool, how many hot and Fuzao the summer, it is tolerant surface of the lake, always have been mercilessly consuming dry, but also into the welled up to the blue body of water to the thirsty earth of Beijing, bringing a trace of sweetness information.
When spring comes, in order to avoid the dust Mancheng. I like to sleep a nap in the lake, mist the branches in the sun in the blink of an eye, lake bursts of wet wind blowing. Lazy to wake up, he saw a touch of clouds float idly in the wind. At this time music is indispensable. Wearing headphones, looking out across the green downy mountain, as if the mountain were echoed with wonderful voices. Get up, walk around Lake Rao bar, just issued the trees bud, as cast a thin Lvsha, in the spring of joy to breeze their slender branches.
Summer, in order to enjoy a cool lake. Broiling July sun with red pump's body, could not wait to get rid of all her parcels, really want to dissolve Bise of the waves on the bar! This is Beijing under the peach season, shore Taolin stream of sweet breeze rains. You are tired, come on shore, not far from there to go buy a red and sweet peaches. Always can not control themselves, do not wash wash, eat three or four in one breath. Each home also comfortable with a whole body fatigue, and a pocket of fresh peaches, whistle blowing way.
Autumn has come, in order to enjoy the autumn over the mountains. This season the sun became orange, while the sky is the most clear purple orchid. Stepping on the lake on the road covered with golden leaves, the immediate scenery makes intoxication: A Closer Look is a golden lake sparkling waves; distance, cool wind in the leaves turn golden Dangzhao wave; in this frenzied waves, showing the construction of the Ming Tombs majestic community. The ancient empire looked as if the earth is also a miracle, even though year after year, but each rotation, still can not help but surprised at the infinite universe created by change.
Unfortunately, I have not been watching it snow, I planned this winter will certainly want to go.
Not to mention the number of the afternoon, the number of the evening. . .
Enjoy walking along the row of tall poplars that obscured the trail. Wind, birds stay away from home as the shuttle in the leaves, the rustle of sound reverberating in the afternoon quiet of the lake.
Like hanging around the lake small farms, fields, there are always people who work in shadows. The foot of the earth, the heavy fall hard to pack Fuzhao harvest.
Staring at dusk like the layers of mountains, the afterglow of the sun's warmth, as if to see them silently thinking, slowly to bloom into a sky full of clouds ... ...
Inadvertently, this bit by bit into the memory actually can not forget the memory. Often, riding a bicycle alone, in the absence of high-speed road bike lanes, I dodge shuttle charge to half the time, suffering from sun exposure and wind barrier is to come here for a leisurely look around, walk around the lake walk. I spent a lot of it is nothing to do with the weekend; it the lake of fresh air, calm under the countless times I have been angry, or sad because of the idea of the frenzy, it is an old friend of my well-deserved.
However, no one, and an old friend good-bye, I left home to fly to one end of the earth so quickly even before I have to have a good a while to react. Weekend, there are still stocks impulse to go around in circles, and knows that here too there are green mountains, the mountains are also beautiful lakes. However, remember that an unknown destination, has suddenly found I could not get mental.
If we go back, I will certainly ride Qutang every weekend the Ming Tombs Reservoir, regardless of the weather.
Author: biglake
