Qingqiu

Guo Ruofei

There are always some exciting mountains and beautiful waters. However, if you have no intention, you will not look at the charm on the tip of your eyebrows. If you have an intention, even if you are separated by the ends of the earth, you will fall in love with each other for thousands of miles and come from a horse.

Qingqiu. An ancient legend, Puzhehei a beautiful screen, whether you are from the north or the south of the Yangtze River, in a hurry, a short encounter can also produce a lightning-like shock.

The wind is like a comb, combing Iraqi heads; The mountains are like Dai, but they are still sentimental. The road is winding, and the old trees protect the green vines. The stream bottoms out and the fish jump and the willows are lingering. The legendary nine-tailed fox cave, the thatched hut near the mountain and the water, the small bridge and flowing water with bamboo in the secluded lake, if there is a faint fragrance caress. Such as Que lingering graceful words, leisurely floating in the heart empty.

However, the most beloved is the ten-mile peach blossom, which is like a passionate nine-tailed fox and white phoenix nine, swaying through the market in the breeze. This is a colorful show full of vitality and a colorful world that tempts human nature. Otherwise, the emperor of Donghua, who cut off his love, would have moved his heart for Bai Fengjiu.

Wandering on the lake embankment of Qingqiu at will, the colorful colors of far and near, high and low, are overwhelming, just like the feather clothes on the beautiful woman, which makes people dizzying and fascinated. Looking at the distance, thousands of peaks are winding, and the mountains are like floating islands, such as the ink painting drawn by the magic pen: close up, the islands, large and small, that jump out of the water, are like goddesses just out of the bath, exuding a rich fragrance. In a trance, like dreaming into the magical fairy tale world, I don't know if I am a fairy or a fox, a butterfly or a bee, or a flower tree monster. Can't help but stretch out his hand, touch the green water intoxicating, a crisp itchy cool, awakening dreamy ecstasy.

Peach blossom has gone with the running water, laughing and asking where you came from. Qingqiu, this little-known quiet place, unexpectedly let the handsome and detached day sun night Hua, met the woman who was destined to live a fairy life by the peach blossom lake. Three lives and three generations, their life has been stormy, but more is warm and caring. Qingqiu, let the acacia string of Tiansun Yehua sing day and night. Qingqiu, the cinnabar that Tiansun Yehua can't wipe away, is the harbor where the spirit lives.

Towards the depths of the peach forest, the gurgling stream splashes wet thoughts, time seems to melt, all the noise and impetuousness in the world go with the water. Shake a shake sleeve, remove the dust, holy in the heart quietly grow.

I have been looking for the meaning of life, but ignored the gifts of nature around me, living in a small room, short-sighted. At the invitation of a friend, I met Qingqiu, which made my secular heart experience a Zen conversion.