The road around the lake has been unsealed, and King Kong gourd dolls wearing red armbands, masks, goggles and protective clothing have all been removed from their posts. Although everyone still has bad feelings, after all, there is no need for roads, which reduces a lot of troubles and makes the roads a lot easier.
In this special period, the doctor seems to be busy in the boudoir, tired and annoyed, letting go of his mood, and watching the long-lost mountains and rivers, he will inevitably exclaim a few times. Also, although it is February of the lunar calendar, most of the trees on the continuous mountain are just exploring the sun, but after all, the cuckoo has begun to patrol the mountain.
There are already pedestrians in twos and threes on Narcissus Bridge Street, and people's faces are filled with joy in spring. I don't know why this place has such a name. People say that a long time ago, there were beautiful scenery, rich products and attractive tea, which made sense. A fairy passed by and slept here, hence the name. Isn't it? It is surrounded by mountains and waters, overlooking green hills and green waters, and is surrounded by eight towns and villages. This is a good place for immortals. Old trees stand by the roadside and pay attention to the four seasons. Spring goes and spring comes, and living and working in peace and contentment is also full of youth year after year.
Walk past Sleeping Fairy Bridge and you will find Dongjiahe Gallery. Dongmei went to Leng Yan, Chun Mei went behind the scenes, and the pear flower returned to the earth with the spring rain, but the peach blossom blossomed again, and that red is the color of spring. There was a professor who walked around magnolia all day and saw the color of his apprentice, but it was the flower in the ivory tower after all. Magnolia in Dongjiahe is different. It grows in the fields by the roadside, gathering together piece by piece, blooming, and quite eye-catching. When you look around, this brilliance just collides with your desire for beauty and burns into a white flame. The road around the lake is like a jade belt, winding with the mountain, stringing the natural scenery of Dongjiahe across the mountains and mountains. I feel that as long as a pair of giant hands forcibly lift one end of the jade belt, all the scenery will be closed. Connecting the two sides of the road, there are hardened gray cement roads that are not far apart. The road extends between the taupe and the green Shan Ye, and extends in the hovering Maojian tea field, either straight or curved. Two or more houses with white walls and tiles are tied to the left and right of the road, and tied to the end of the road, as if huge vines are holding rich fruits and spreading them on the earth, and as if God wrote beautiful scenery on the earth with paper. Of course, the buildings with the characteristics of southern Henan, the winding roads leading to the top of the mountain and the rows of alpine tea fields are all developed and watered by the hardworking local people with painstaking efforts and sweat. Sweet tea is full of hard work.
Several houses you can see are all near the mountains and rivers. There are green tea farms on the mountain. Tea farms are green all year round, and they are full of vitality even when there is snow everywhere. Water is the pond in front of the door. The pond is calm, even if it is hot in summer, it is very cold. Several men and women sit in front of the house, adding a bit of movement to the background of Chashan. Even from a distance, you can feel the warmth and warmth of the countryside. During the prevention and control period, I passed by these picturesque Shan Ye and residential houses again and again, watching the villagers working in the fields, setting obstacles at intersections, watching the smoke curling and colorful clouds fluttering, watching the stream extending to the distant mountains, watching the tea plantation connecting the tea plantation and the village overlooking the village, watching the pine trees under the snow and the mountains in the drizzle, and feeling the beauty of tranquility and gentleness.
In a place called leech ditch, the mountains on one side are steeper and the forest is quieter. Seeing the beautiful scenery, the doctor couldn't help admiring: Ah, it's beautiful! Colleague said: when there is no official business in the future, please ask the doctor to step on the stream to enjoy this mountain forest, take an umbrella when it rains, and shade it on sunny days. The doctor readily agreed. Yes, the love of beauty, regardless of gender, age, is given by the world, but not loving is a sin. After this "epidemic", I am afraid that more people will cherish a safe and healthy life and cherish a happy life. I am afraid that times have changed and everything has changed and it is impossible to pursue. Dong Jiahe, you really should come. Maybe people here are used to it, but I'm really afraid of missing every bit.
? Turn left at Huanglong Temple, which is the direction of Triangle Mountain, where there are our two children. On the way here, the mountains are better, the roads are more winding, and the weeds on the roadside are more lush. At the foot of the mountain, the spring breeze wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the microwave rippled quietly. There are huge rocks on the mountain, and the rows of tea trees on the steep slope of almost 75 degrees are blue, which makes people feel that these farmers have planted so many tea trees in places that are difficult to climb by hand. On weekdays, they carry a cup of fragrant teas in their hands. How much natural and cultural accumulation is concentrated in the quiet or thick honey aroma! From this, I also cherish a cup of tea in my hand more.
I walked all the way and saw all the way. Each section is a landscape gallery, which seems to have the fragrance of tea, although it is not the time to pick tea. I know that in a few days, the mountains and the foothills will be crowded with tea pickers from all over the world, and the branches on this mountain will be green to welcome guests from all over the world. Hold a cup of tea, take a breath of fragrance, listen carefully to the birds singing from the depths of the jungle and the landscape of Dongjiahe, and you will understand.
March 9, 2020 19, Cao Cheng, Xinyang
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