unique Heqing , there are no obvious traces of the changes of the seasons. "A crane radiates on the clouds, leading to the poetic feelings to the blue sky" autumn seems to have passed, and it seems to be still continuing. Except for the colors gradually becoming stronger in the mountains and forests, everything is silent.
The pastoral beauty of Heqing always makes people inadvertently amazed. Between the pine and cinnamon and the crane, the small Geju Village is like a bright little flower in the autumn field, fragrant and silent, and large areas of red, yellow and green are like a colorful scroll, making the place exquisitely decorated.
long head·Geju
Geju's name is not loud, but it sounds particularly nice. It is a kind of tenderness flowing from poetry. This small village with a long history of nearly 600 years is a treasure that Heqing has never shown. The long-headed chrysanthemum was once an important post station on the ancient Tea-Horse Road in western Yunnan. It gathered many merchants and was also an important passage for the Second and Sixth Corps of the Red Army and the Seventh Detachment of the Yunnan Column to transit through Songgui.
The chrysanthemum at this season is as peaceful and quiet as the paradise that Wuling people accidentally entered. On the path covered by yellow leaves, a group of cattle and sheep slowly walked by. The morning glory on the side of the road was hanging upside down by the stone bridge, and the stream flowed by, allowing the splashed water droplets to wet the petals. Looking at the distance, the smoke from the cooking stove rose among the brightly colored mountains and forests, bypassing the terraced fields, the villages with white walls and green tiles scattered on the other end of the hillside, and the sunlight scattered lazily in the fields, turning the whole world into a warm tone.
Children are running and playing, disappearing at the corner of the stone wall in a blink of an eye. The ancient tree, which has been silent for many years, stretches out a branch full of moss. The gravel and dirt road is winding, with dense grass on both sides. Next to it, the lush forest is straight and tall. A few birds flew past the forest, and the sound of wings fluttering echoed in the forest, like a song of nature.
The colors of late autumn and early winter are stained in the small figure of Geju, making people feel pity for it. The freeze of every shot is so beautiful that it makes people fascinate. Hum a minor tune , write a short poem, the afterglow becomes a gorgeous beauty under the sunset, and the footsteps of returning late are as beautiful as before.
