Shunxiang Suizhou Dahong Mountain -Walking on the ancient road of the river to feel the cool summer

To truly feel the coolness of Dahong Mountain, you must walk around the ancient boardwalk of Dahong Mountain. Whether it is quiet or moving, it can make people feel the mood of "loose wind and cleansing sleeves, Shitan washed the ears. Anxian Jun has no noise, and the pillow Bixiali". Here, you can be long and drunk. Four miles go as ten miles, embrace intimately with nature, and travel to the plank roads. The ancient road of the river is hidden in the dense forest of the canyon. The scenery is strange and the legend is magical. It is like an old man filled with a story. It is waiting for people to have a close dialogue that is close to the body and mind, giving people different feelings and inspiration.

Ancient Road

The River is a beautiful mountain stream in Dahong Mountain, up to Bai Longchi, down to Hongshan Temple, with a total length of 3 kilometers and a drop of 400 meters. It is the source of Dafushui, flowing into Jingshan County, and then injected into the Han River. The mountains are turning with the water here, the water is around the mountains, the waterfall, the densely set, the trees are towering, and the strange rocks. Here you can not only enjoy the ancient and quiet beauty and wild beauty of Dahongshan Masterpiece.

After seeing the magnificent and magnificent appearance of Dahong Mountain, stepped into the ancient road of the river step by step, as if it was a little bit of the inner world that had entered Dacong Mountain for hundreds of millions of years.

The upper reaches of the Liaohe River is Bai Longchi. The water of Bai Longchi from high to low, following the different shapes of the rocks of the shape, forming a stack of stacks of waterfalls. "The falling point of those waterfalls has formed a pond, splashing water, dripping water, and people call it" Jiutan Du Cui ", which is very spectacular. If it is summer, you take a nap here and play barefoot. The mood of "when the flow is also disappeared, and the depth of water is full of wind and wind blowing" will definitely make you forget all your troubles and sorrows.

The ancient road of the river is located in the canyon of the two mountains. Lu follow the stream, and the waterfall is dense. Between the canyons, the riverbed increased more than the boulder like a variety of monsters. With the cold charm, the stream jumped down along the ladder -like 巉 rock, forming a stack of stack of waterfalls. In the rush, this stream flows deep into the forest.

The ancient trees in the mountains are rooted in the roots of the chaos of the stone beach, and it is booming; or the big trees and the boulder depend on each other, let the ancient roads of the rivers grow wild. Here you can find rare plants such as Nanmu and Xiangguoshu, and you can also use precious Chinese medicinal materials such as Ho Shouwu, Eucommia, and Chonglou. It is a paradise for plants.

"When will the climbing road be done? Decising Xiquan everywhere", in the flowing water, the spirituality of nature is like one.

Not only is the natural scenery, but also a long history and culture. As early as the Tang Dynasty, the large -scale Hongshan Temple was built on the peak of the main peak of Dahongshan. The Hongshan Temple was full of incense, and the believers were endless. After the Song Dynasty, although the lower courtyard of Hongshan Temple was built under the mountains, most of the pilgrims who burned incense in the lower courtyard had to go to the upper courtyard on the top of the mountain, and they still had to go to the river. Over time, ancient roads were formed, and people were also called "Shinto". This piece of slate, which has been stepped on, carries the historical footprint of thousands of years.

According to the "Dahongshan Zhi" records, except for the Lingfeng Temple of Hongshan Temple and the Wanshou Zen Temple in the lower courtyard, 26 temples have been built in the Chongshan Mountains centered on the main peak Bao Mufeng since the Tang Dynasty. The ancients praised the poems and praised "the monastery of Yiyunming and Xiao Zhong, and the monks chanting the scriptures of the Supreme Sanskrits" "Broadcasting Four Empty Shun Eight Polar, Sprinkling Nine Sky Candle and Three Realms." In the foothills of Dahongshan, "Zen Temple incense Six Pearls, the bells rang the peaks, the Buddhist temple Huaziao five colors, and the rhyme sowing Rui Chongling." It can be described as the monastery of the temple, and the pilgrims are endless.

The Hongshan Zen Temple is divided into the upper and lower courtyards. The history of the upper courtyard at the top of Baozhu Peak is called "Youji Temple", "Lingji Temple" and "Lingfeng Temple"; Essence Hongshan Zen Temple is their common name, and it is also the collective name of the upper and lower houses.

On the ancient road of the bridge, a wooden bridge across the stream is a eye -catching scenery that loves to stay. However, few people noticed that at the top ten meters upstream, a stone bridge was eroded and lonely, but witnessed history.

In different historical age, the stone bridge carried the Green Forest Uprising Army, the Buddha believers, and the Red Army guerrillas. With a mottled historical figure, it adds a different meaning of the vicissitudes of the world and distant thoughts to the ancient road of the bridge.

Regardless of the old stone bridge and Xinmuqiao are now a beautiful landscape, looking down in the waterfall downstream, the stones are the first line, the green is green, there is quiet and moving, and there is a rare picture.

The ancient road of the rivers is the epitome of Dahong Mountain Austrian Youyou Fun.

Legend of the River

According to legend, Dahong Mountain was originally Dahu and Mountain, with lakes on the mountains. Both dragons want to occupy the lake as the king, and to tear the shots on the lake again and again. Finally, one day, Dahu and Mountain can't stand the long years of tossing. The water withered and became a fossil on both sides of the east and west sides of the ancient road of the river, and it was difficult to move it for generations.

When the big lake poured down that year, how many creatures were in it, but there were sisters who survived. They either live firewood or go to the wall to use the village. Falling down, a valley traveled in the rotten stone bush, and the mountain side was slow, and a new lake was bright like a mirror. These minority survivors, with their nostalgia and sadness of their loved ones, with their love for the home, began to move the rolled stones to a high place, stacked into walls, and then dragged back from the chaotic stone back. The falling trees are beams, and then cut off the surrounding hair roofs. I'm hungry, go up the mountain to pick some wild fruits, thirsty, pick water from the stream, tired, sleep on the sound of the stream ... From then on, there will be a new smoke and new field of life.

When Dahu was once good, Dahu Mountain was a fertile basin on the side. The surrounding mountains block the coolness of the winter in winter, which is the place of life of human ideals. After the collapse of the Great Lakes, the chaos rolling from the mountain was covered all the way, and the surface soil was washed down by the lake water, and the land was extremely scarce. In order to survive, people went down the stream, went to fish in the low place, went up against the stream, and went to the mountains to cut firewood. Crossing the boulder crossing the stream and seeking roads sewing, so this road from the coward's hard work has become the ancient road of today.

Today, the ancient road of the river has been renovated. Stepping up the bluestone slab up, I am no longer afraid of getting lost, nor will they fall. All stone -level Yishan is the momentum. Although it is made for modern times, it does not affect its simplicity. The higher and higher stone ladders are like a ladder leading to Xianshan. Feelings, make you want to sigh how beautiful tonight, the beautiful scenery embraces each other, and the spring water is dingling.

On this ancient road, stream trees are the most important landscapes. Walking through stones or around stones, rush or slow, not panic or busy, gloomy, and walking away. The tree is born from the wall, or the diamond is out of the shape. Some trees are rotten, and the new buds from the tree pocket have grown into towering trees. The new trees are connected to the old tree from generation to generation, making you feel the endlessness of life, and these trees are not growing on fertile land. , They climbed the rocks, tens of thousands of roots were washed out of flowing water, sometimes passed through flowing water into the ground, or simply rooted on the rocks, and the roots went down the giant rock all the way to the ground from the limited stone cracks. Don't look for it at all, pass by the stone directly, pointing to the blue sky.

Kanhe Jiankou

You should be a green mountain. After thousands of years, tens of thousands or even hundreds of millions of years.

The mountain is not high and water is spiritual. Kowloon entered the road, played, and the water waves.

Liang Tian did not.

The ancestors waved the sky with a sword, the sword fell into the mountains, the mountains and rivers were roaring, and the mountain was two halves.

Kowloon did not get out of the valley.

There is a spring water of Ganju, where there is a peaceful charm. Here the streams are dingling day and night, like a ring like pendant, and the music like a natural pleasure.

Jiulong Hua Mountain, Qingshan is faint, and purple gas is rising.

Poetry and picturesque ancient road

I can't paint you, the river! Whether it is prose, poetry, novels or brushes.

I was just listening to the bells of the early class of Hongshan Temple in front of your door. Ren Langlang's chanting cleaned the impetuousness of Fanchen.

I just saw the ginkgo in front of the temple in the oblique Hui of your sunset, and the ginkgo was glowing with a golden light, describing the vitality and color of the late autumn.

I happened to meet the smoke from the farmhouse, and the rural areas of the distant mountains and near the forest embraced the red wall and the green tiles were lying on the bottom of the river.

I just stepped on a stone and a scene, silently measuring the depth of the rivers along the bluestone slabs, letting the dragons of the falling river described the vicissitudes of the sea, the natural story, the deep love ...

Liaohe, you only used one morning and dusk to capture the vulgarity of this life. When you wake up your dreams, you stretch her heart, bring her soul, and plant one grass and one wood into the soil of her heart. Essence

You demonstrated the millennium drama and used the mountains and rivers for hundreds of millions of years to make lines and backgrounds.

Water of the River

You don't have to "ask the boy", not afraid of the hidden teacher to pick medicine. Just follow the stream of streams or flowing down or flowing down, and the pleasing scenery is inseparable.

No one knows where the water originated. The stream rushed to Ding Ding Ding all the way, leaning down from the altitude, even though the pink body broke the bones. With water, the mountain has aura; with the water, the mountain has vitality.

The mountain is the sculpture of water, and the water is the carving knife of the mountain. After years of vicissitudes, the unique features of the rivers have not only had the risks of the northern mountains, but also the empty and beautiful beautiful of the southern mountains and rivers. It is both an older man and a beautiful woman.

Water, with intangible shaping tangible, raised the tall and pity of the grass with selflessly.

Shangshan Ruoshui! The water of the river is the best in the water. Imagine that they rushed up from the bottom of the land, with the mystery and treasures of tens of millions of years, and the curvy twists and turns broke the rocks and poured down. Otherwise, why did the top of the mountains grow water?

The water of the river is clear and bright, and I remember the color of the four seasons.

The stream of the river is unrestrained, and it is difficult to stop the footsteps.

The spring of the river, lying quietly, waiting for you to approach, hold a hand, taste its sweetness.

Photographer of the River

one

Putting the stream, the head pillow falls, and the camera is to the sky.

The man lying on the deep valley was waiting for the light of the sun by the stream.

The sun is in the clouds, and occasionally shot out of the clouds to the ground, and the tree stretchs its wings to enjoy the warm sunshine. The tree is thousands of years and is reluctant to day and night. Tens of thousands of loneliness echoed in the valley day and night. The wind and rain, the lonely beating, the trees had the wind. However, the trees are only known to the mountains and bones. More people do n’t know. They cut and cut them. In a few minutes, they can put down a millennium tree. They grow for thousands of years. They can only cut it for a few years.

But photographers know. The photographer was lying on the valley, under the body, the damp soil, the scars on the thorns on the arms, and the dangerous road on the feet. For the bones of the tree, the photographer is more persistently waiting for light than the tree. The photographer should bring the trees back to the world, let it grow up among reinforcement muddy soil, to deter its bone, and thereby respect the trees.

two

The photographer walked on the ancient road of the river, and his eyes left the road.

The photographer moved forward. In front of it was strange stone and strange wood, the grass was strange, and the photographer kicked the stone. The stone has taken root for thousands of years, and the builder stroked it pity and let it grow in the road.

The photographer stepped back, looking back at the road, the scenery was different, and the beauty of the photographer touched the trunk. What year of the tree? It is just that the tree can not help but the stones' imprisonment. It hurriedly saw the wrong place, and grown from the stone cracks between the pavement. A beautiful tree couldn't help but turn around ninety and rushed, and ran away in three steps. It wasn't until the head next to her head and shoulders. The photographer touched his head, touched the tree in the middle of the road, and smiled comfortably.

three

Photographers pat the leaves.

Red leaves, green leaves, yellow leaves, purple leaves.

The leaves stretch into the air, the leaves fell in the water, and the leaves fell in the spring ...

The wind blows more than the leaves, and it is rushing, like waves, from the beginning to return, spreading around, so the forest becomes the sea -but it is not blue, it is a colorful sea. It is a magnificent sea, which is the sea that can touch the lips and kiss ...

There are countless trunks under the sea.

It is said that people live a face and the tree lives. The skin is the face of the tree.

The face of the tree should not be moisturized and beautiful, and the tree's face is thousands of shapes.

The photographer faces the camera facing the tree, click, click, and click like a treasure, and some small pieces and small land are arranged, such as the scales of fish; The trunk, such as the flowing clouds flowing and smooth; some of the cleanliness as jade, but suddenly piled up wrinkles in a certain part, around the cow neck, some wavy, but the gully was deep, like the vicissitudes of the old man who was full of vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of life. Face; some fades away the new face, the new and old mottled elephant hilarious flower clothes, even vines are shy to cover up ... Many trees have their own faces, photographers are while photographers, while photographers are while photographers. Sighing: "Mo Mi! This naturally growing face, no one is the same as anyone, no one thinks it is ugly ..."

Four

"The roots have always been buried in the soil." I always thought so.

"Do you believe that the root can eaves walk around the wall?" The photographer asked.

"At the moment of the cracking of the Dahongshan Mountains, some trees are destined to be beaten into a difficult place for survival. With the collapse of the mountains and lakes, the thin soil layer of the mountain is rushed out of the water, the boulder fell from the sky, and some trees buried deeply. In the ground, some trees broke the waist, some trees broke the root beard, and some trees were squeezed by rocks, and their bodies were severely deformed ... But they all grew up stubbornly. " Along the way, the photographer said, he patted the roots and praised the roots of the trees around him. He stroked it over and over again, pitying, and his hand felt a root, making him imagine that he stretched out. The way to enter life is like these roots.

Along the way, the entire ancient road constantly broke into the eye, or half was imprisoned in the mountains, half naked in the stream, or stretched out of the stone cracks. Even a tree grows on the rocks at all. There is no star soil on the stone. How does it insert it in the rocks so millions of beards so naked? How to find soil absorption after inserting? I do n’t know all this, but I know that this is the difficult process of life traceability. It is a unforgettable singer compiled by perseverance and perseverance. It is an indomitable belief that wears the vicissitudes of thousands of years and calls the persistence and tenaciousness of life.

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