Thin morning mist pervades around Qinglongkou, and light smoke fills the air, making Qinglongkou looming. When the car turned a hill and approached her, a picture of high cliffs and towering peaks appeared in front of her.

There is a huge hole embedded in the mountainside, and the spring water pours down from the hole like a flying white dragon. More than 100 writers, photographers and netizens from all over Hubei Province, as well as the organizers of Changjiang Net and Hanwang Net, were attracted by this strange scenery and stopped to look up. Literati and photographers who stopped at this Tai Chi-like expressway inadvertently twisted into a colorful dragon, echoing the Qinglongkou Waterfall in the distance, forming a more peculiar landscape between man and nature. This is Qinglongkou, and later we will go to Qinglongkou Waterfall.

Visually, this hole is very steep, and I don't find it daunting. However, photographers have firm perseverance and brave exploration spirit. They know that beauty and grandeur both appear in the extraordinary. Therefore, after passing through the lush Xiaocui forest, the next road is very narrow. The swinging springboard is only 50 cm wide and the cliff at the foot is steep. This path is about eight or nine meters long. We touched the vines, focused on the cliffs, and walked gingerly. Nearby, the diameter of the big hole is about 5 meters, and the span of the ditch outside the hole is about 10 meter. The water spouted down from the cave, forming a waterfall with a width of 5 or 6 meters, which was extraordinary and gave people a cool feeling. This is a virgin hole. It is said that at present, no explorer dares to enter the cave. Those who break the wall have stone barriers outside the cave. I wonder when and how the "immortal" will come here to cultivate immortality.

I really want to know how long the water in Qinglongkou is, and what kind of picture the water in Qinglongkou will unfold.

Go down the river for about one kilometer, then get off and start walking. Through the village, along the clear stream, on the bridge. The small bridge is just a springboard. A group of people were swinging happily on the springboard, and the cheers and screams from time to time from beautiful women echoed in the countryside. On the top of the mountain, the green hills are cool, and small red flowers are dotted among the lush green grass, which is particularly eye-catching. Seen from the top of the mountain, the angle of the steps is estimated to be only 30-40 degrees, which is very steep and long. After we walked through two or three such steep slopes in succession, we reached the bottom.

This is the main peak waterfall of Qinglongkou.

Looking up at the cliff, there are three waterfalls, which fall into the blue pool, splashing snow-white waves and creating poetic ripples. Rippling passion makes the charm of the pool feel natural and affectionate, cheerful and bright, and sings the romance after beginning of autumn. Towering cliffs, accompanied by dripping water from the sun, are like the beautiful scenery of "Waterfalls Spray Chen Hong" in Meng Haoran's poem.

This is a natural picture, shaking off the profundity of the rainbow, reflecting colorful fields and villages, which was photographed by photographers with clever love and turned the painter into a sunrise. Qinglongtan spreads the warmth of camouflage, the splendor of hazelnut country and the long sound of poetry. I held the camera comfortably, smiling vividly and happily frame by frame, and took the beautiful splash into a happy lens.

The water in Qinglongkou represents the romantic trend of the century, is the hope of the people in hazelnut township, and is the source of the 36 1 square kilometer basin. When we set foot on this land, we felt the beauty of green pine forests, the magnificence and strangeness of Eucommia ulmoides trees, the sweetness of pears and the extraordinarily cordial water here.

The water in Qinglongkou and Hazelnut Township is sweet, which continuously seeps into the corncob on the slope and turns golden yellow. Infiltrate into the pepper field, produce green peppers, send them to Nanjing and Shanghai, and bring them to the people of hazelnut township; Infiltrate into the tobacco fields all over the mountains, produce exotic leaves, and bake them into unique tobacco fragrance.

Stepping on this land is like seeing Zhao Jun trudging on the road of national justice, stepping on the sweet snow waves in Qinglongkou, bidding farewell to the resplendent and exquisitely carved Han Palace and heading for the depths of the desert.

I love the soft water of hazelnut country, and I have endless feelings:

Soft water, unconsciously flowing, moistens the countryside and nurtures generations of hazelnut children.

The soft water, selfless and without desire, holds a clear and pure heart;

Soft water is persistent and firm. After thousands of rocks and valleys, "I don't know the source, I don't want to work hard."

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