Jiuxi traffic to VI, Shun Wan Shan straight jiuxi the sky has not yet specified.
Dance from the mountains gradually thin pro-years, the money clip with a trace of the tidal river, damp, and a slight spring atmosphere. Toyama near trees, grass mixed flowers, everything is in confusion among the cage, giving the feeling that deep quiet. Inspired by the tranquility of Dawn, into the Jiuxi Qing Mi.
Water gurgling along the winding gravel road trip, Hill meandering distanced; surrounded by open space that no one, the valley echoes increasingly showing the heavy footsteps of the occasional sound of birds hop on the 12 forest, bringing fresh moment. Mountain Creek with the transfer, or acute or slow, or Ming, or roar, murmur sweet acoustic music such as piano playing master; Mountain Creek due to live, suddenly wave suddenly folded, high and sometimes low, rich green Xiuse like she threw a light yarn at the child, hazy freehand.
Road, Chek gradually narrow, old trees are trees that are also increasingly dense fog, and heavy, glued to the clothes, the Hui can get rid of; leaves also contain the fog do not live crystal beads, a subtitle of falling. Seven or eight meters away from the shadows are very short, and only way forward along the gravel line, first thing that strikes one after another clouds flowing around the body, at a loss, it appears to Penglai fairyland!
Through the woods, turning a corner, eyes suddenly see the light, long the mountains looming in the fog. Breeze blowing, wet fog, as a general Shayi gentle shadow of the wind blowing through the verdant mountains and disappeared in the sky. Into thin sheets, tea located in the mountainside, faint fragrance refreshing, this is not Longjing tea tree? Only the mountains, the water, in order to produce such a wonderful tea to.
Faint smell cock barking, it should be to Longjing Village. End of the road, red tiles and white walls, a group of villagers standing in the doorway, goodness me the name of the same greeting, inviting the tea to go, and I, a passing, how can the morning to disturb the occasion of their life?
Idyllic fantasy of Jiuxi, as described by Yu Yue's poem "a series of piles of mountains, after another ring loop, Tintin pound, spring, tall, under the next tree", as has always been fascinating, but the real fun and Jiuxi not to appreciate what the landscape, but rather experience a kind of mood.
Author: zkf950501
