Anshun, this is Qiuchao. This is the hometown of autumn. There will always be temperature in autumn, but there are no autumn leaves to fly, so it won't be miserable.
Poverty, backwardness and ignorance are my impressions of Anshun. Surprisingly, however, the Confucius Temple was built in this town 600 years ago. This temple is simple and natural. Compared with the surrounding buildings, it carries the orthodox elegance of the Central Plains. The steps of the gate are like air, and the trees are quiet and peaceful. Despite years of baptism, it is still well preserved. Looking back at my hometown, I have never seen a temple or plaque commemorating our ancestors. Suddenly I feel that my hometown is a deserted and remote field with poor humanities.
The scenery of Yuqiao is very warm.
If Confucius Temple is the soul of Anshun, Rainbow Mountain is the eye of Anshun. Only in the south are there beautiful mountains and rivers everywhere. She happened to be in the center of the city, watching the city become peaceful in its heyday in the fire of 100 years ago.
And from this dozens of kilometers away, the magnificent Huangguoshu water fluttered her sleeves and crossed the mountains. It flows quietly on the lake like silver. Her spirit is fresh and beautiful, but it is hard to find traces in the north. Her enthusiasm is unrestrained, not in Jiangnan.
If Huangguoshu Waterfall is a lively little girl, then Kong Xiao is the age of her first love. The beauty of girls exists in some concrete pictures. Every seven steps, in seven small arches, there is affection.
It is said that the scenery in Guilin is the best in the world. If Guilin is a lady and every smile is everyone's rule, then the seven small archways must be small jasper, and every movement is happy. The scenery of Lijiang is unforgettable. Standing there looking at you, you can't think of it, but Xiaoqidong rushes to your enthusiasm.
Yunlai Pavilion and Night Pavilion are beaches and bamboo forests in the sunset. If we have to find out the similarity between the two, it is that there are no decent flowers along the way. There are only endless bamboo forests in the Lijiang River, and only the sunset can be said to be a special flower, but the small seven holes really don't match. Aesthetic fatigue is inevitable along the way.
But that day, I met seven small arches, and she gave me the most beautiful encounter. Hanging such a leisurely and quiet orchid on a tree near Qikong Bridge gives me beauty. I can't forget that not everyone in life can see her. Not everyone can see that flowers are bright and white. Perhaps this kind of fingernail orchid can be found everywhere in the southwest rain forest, but it is the only tree beside the Seven-hole Bridge. A river, a bridge and an endless forest became the background of orchids, which made everyone's family lose to Xiaojiabiyu. A lot of fate is not losing face, but losing opportunities. The most beautiful thing is not the scenery, but a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
In fact, there is no shortage of flowers in the southwest. Whether it is the rape flowers in the Pear Dragon Palace in spring or the 10,000-mu cherry blossoms in Pingba, it is not as shocking as the cuckoo. Looking at flowers used to be a life of more than twenty years. This is the hometown of azaleas and outstanding people.
The wine cellar of Chishui Xieguan is fragrant for ten days.
Southwest wine is world-famous. The special climate and different rivers bring unique wines to southwest China. This wine uses silk dolls, sour soup fish, mutton soaked rice, sausage noodles and other delicious dishes, missing a person who doesn't like to eat and drink.
Yes, only in the house of hope. Love is always before turning around. A small town in the southwest of China gave me three years' parking time in autumn.
This autumn is not only the city of Anshun, but also the light in the Dongshan Temple Tower, the clouds of Fan Jingshan in the sky, the lights at night, the tunes of Dongzhai songs, a bridge on the mountain, caves full of stained glass, eyes looking deep into the universe in the sky, and everywhere I can reach and return. Unknown land.
This is not the hometown of the body. This is my dream home.
My boat is moored here, making waves.
On Christmas Eve, look up at the stars and read.
In the southwest, autumn is coming.