In the community, the clouds are white, the sky is blue and the building is high. . .
The shadow of the big picture in the early morning sunshine
There are no clouds in Wan Li, and the sun is burning.
The color of the sunset in the rearview mirror. Drive a long way to climb Majiuling.
Let's take a beautiful sunset photo. I had a double flash because I was on the side of the road.
Overlooking the main road
Today's clouds and sunset are beautiful. Of course, Dawu is still very handsome [hee hee] [hee hee] [hee hee]
A tree-lined path up the mountain
Stop the road halfway up the slope.
More beautiful photos of the road [hee hee] [hee hee] [hee hee]
Blue sky in the distance, white clouds in the distance, and roads in the distance.
When the sunset is at its best, it is always close to dusk. There are many such things in the world, especially some particularly splendid and beautiful things. So you don't have to be sad, sorry or keep it. Because this is life, there are some things you can't keep. You must learn to endure its ruthlessness in order to understand and enjoy its tenderness. . .
The Legend of Majiuling The legendary Majiuling is a rare mountain in Fiona Fang. Ming Xiu is a high mountain with overlapping peaks and waterfalls in dense forests, which is better than a fairyland on earth. I don't know when, in the mountains, there lived an old woman with blond hair and blue eyes and a childish face, who took care of a pony all day. Grain is winnowed, but gold, silver and jewels are ground. "There is no year in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year." The old woman takes care of the golden pony and lives in seclusion all day. Until later, an old man came and said that he came from the far south and had great courage. He wandered around Majiuling for several days. There is a village in the north of Lingbei, Zhangjiaquan (now Dongshan). An old man grows melons on the south cliff slope. The old man found a watermelon in the melon field. When the time is right, he can start the mountain. So, he inserted a straw stick and marked it, and paid the old man a deposit. He repeatedly told him to pick it when he came back, and to keep it for him, and then he went wandering ... In the blink of an eye, it was almost frosty, but the old Taoist still didn't come. The first class didn't come, and the second class didn't come. The old man watching melons was really impatient. I was afraid that the watermelon would be damaged by frost and I couldn't explain it to others. I picked it and put it in the shed. A few days later, Lao Dao came here in a hurry. No way, the old man had to climb the mountain with an unripe watermelon ... After a while, he heard a loud noise and the mountain was smashed by watermelon. In the dust, soaring boulders are scattered around Majiuling in dribs and drabs, forming the present mountains, hills and valleys. A mountain ridge runs across it, with the south end and the north end. Shaped like a pony, it was named Xiaomaling.
A majestic golden pony.
The legend of King Temple flew from the end of Yuan Dynasty to the beginning of Ming Dynasty, which was a time of troubled times. A king in ten miles, a bully in a hundred miles, a group of heroes against the Yuan Dynasty. There was a rebellion of the Zhong family in Xiazhongjiazhuang, Majiuling. In the Jianjinluandian by the Jiuqu River, the court heard that General Lu Zhongzhi was sent to spy on him. He was found by the Zhong family on Majiuling, and was killed on the spot with his head on the ground, but his body was less than three days old. In order to show his virtue, a temple was built on the top of Majiuling to worship him. The volume "Chronicle of Changle County" records that "there is a Dawang Temple in Majiuling, in Erli Town, Qiongdong." Since then, incense has flourished. After being destroyed, only rubble was left, and the sound of loose waves came at dusk. There is a well within eight steps, and there is a gold rake and silver fishing at the bottom of the well. King, rule the landscape and protect the Lebanese people. Keep your fame, don't forget the weeds of the sages. The Zhong family took the dragon to the end, from the ridge down to the ridge? Bricks are paved with tiles, and the King Temple is built for sacrifice. Later, an old man named Liu cultivated land near the king's temple. He worshipped the king very much. Don't forget to make an extra bowl when drinking tea. Pour an extra glass to the king when drinking. Over time, the king really came to drink with him and became good friends. One year, when the old man returned home after harvesting crops, it was getting late and he was entrusted to the care of the king. At night, a thief came. He didn't leave the ground until dawn. There is still a bad harvest and a bad year. The old man really couldn't spend the New Year, so he asked the king for help. The king dreamed of picking up a big fat pig for him in Nangou and having a good year. The king showed his spirit and left without saying goodbye, which made people more afraid of him.
The legend of looking at the sea stone is heard by the old people. At that time, the golden pony ran to the East China Sea, and was later tied to the bottom of the sea by the Dragon King of the East China Sea with a golden reins. Golden pony misses this place very much, so she grinds the reins all day, hoping to break the reins one day earlier and return to Xiaomaling. It is said that it has been ground very finely. When we were young, we were always addicted to this beautiful legend and admired the persistence of Golden Pony. If we say that all the efforts in life are just to repay our hometown. Then in the long years, the legend of Ma Jiuling has already lit an immortal heart lamp for the people. Up to now, there are still three horseshoe prints of gold on the boulder at the top of Xiaomaling, which were left when Jinma left. Everyone calls this stone "Looking at the Sea Stone". Because, when people stand on the "sea-looking stone" to watch the sunrise, they can see the glowing glow and small sailboats in the East China Sea, even though it is hundreds of miles away from the sea. Sometimes, especially when it rains, they can vaguely hear the homesickness of the golden pony!
A stone pavilion for people to enjoy the cool.
Artemisia selengensis, we all eat it steamed or drink it with water here.
Is it like ink painting [hee hee] [hee hee] [hee hee]
The sun has set, and I'm going home on my beloved road. . . .