Puzhehei, heaven and earth have great beauty without saying anything.

Sangmei

Zhuangzi said that heaven and earth have great beauty without saying anything.

In Qiubei, when facing Puzhehei, I was silent. Here, I couldn't find a word to describe it, let alone a paragraph to express it.

Puzhehei, look over. The mountains and rivers depend on each other and are separated from each other. The lakes and mountains, vegetation and strange peaks are laid on this land called Qiubei. Here, the mountain is clean; the water is clear; the grass and trees are pure; the fish are clean; the air is clean.

When I came to Puzhehei, I was speechless and my thoughts disappeared to nothing.

What else can be said? Water does not wash water, dust does not stain dust. The world is pure and tranquil. If there is pure joy in the world, the most elegant place is nothing more than that. This is a place that does not need to be decorated and mounted.

Puzhehei, idyllic and mountain peaks live in lakes, while migratory birds and lotus flowers follow the monsoon. In the early morning of mid-July, I went down a path to find the lotus. Along the way, the trees are green, the lake is clear, the peaks are raised, and many unknown flowers and plants are stretched to different lengths, with branches and leaves of different thickness growing in rocks and waters. Some lotus leaves in the lotus pond have rolled up the corners, and there are scattered lotus flowers in the lotus leaf bushes standing still, combing her loneliness.

Friends said that the lotus blooms very early this year, and the lotus has lost a lot by this time. Even if the face of Holland has gone, every landscape in Puzhehei is so empty and beautiful everywhere. If Li Bai, a poet more than 1,000 years ago, passed by here, would he say something more vivid than "beautiful and empty, fragrant and fragrant?

In the lake, we paddle by boat. The boat moved slowly across the glazed blue water, taking us back to the clear. Light rain like smoke, silk down, like willow silk brushed. The aquatic plants stretch quietly in the lake, with tiny petals on its slender arms. At the moment, all words are superfluous. People are already fresh breeze, lake water, smoke willow, water grass, idle fish, odd peak and drizzle in the air. Someone around him was chanting: "The waves in the wind are whiter, and the mountains are still green in the rain..." It was someone who thought of the poem "On the Way" by Dali poet Yang Qikun in the Tang Dynasty.

On the shore, a rich pasture spread out at the foot, and the pasture was covered with many unknown flowers. It crossed one mountain after another, reached into the sweet streams and pools, drank enough water, and went into the jungle.

I was dumbfounded, what kind of heaven and earth is this, which combines so many blessings? It is the heaven that cares for such a land and water, and makes the landscape so rich, peaceful, quiet and beautiful. I have walked through many places, so the accumulation of heaven and earth is beautiful, and there are very few places where all things grow arbitrarily. And Puzhehei, for hundreds of millions of years, karst landforms have shaped the special terrain here, with fresh air and pleasant climate, a realistic paradise on earth, blessed heaven and earth.

The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were recorded and belonged to Chu; it belonged to Guangxi Prefecture during the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties; it was classified as Yunnan Province during the Republic of China. One of the roads to Jiaozhi (Vietnam) in successive dynasties is also the only way from Yunnan to Guangxi. For thousands of years, Han, Zhuang, Miao, Yi, Yao, Bai, Hui and other ethnic groups have been adhering to their respective beliefs here, relying on each other and living in harmony like this landscape.

Time turns, when the horseshoe of the central dynasty comes and stops in Qiubei, facing the blue waves of the lake, will it stop for an excuse, sing to the lake and stay for a few days before leaving? When merchants or rangers pass by, will they unload their goods here, set up shops and become neighbors with the honest Yi people. I think that those who can stop will not go, and those who cannot stop will come again. In this other fence, Leshan Le Shui Le Grass Le Mule Fish and Shrimp.

Puzhehei, Yi language: a lake full of fish and shrimp. Puzhehei, heaven and earth have great beauty but do not say, landscape Ju strange show and quiet place, in the north of the hill.