Hello everyone, today the editor would like to share with you my trip to Taiwan - Shimen Reservoir. When the ancients visited West Lake, they said, "A sunny lake is not as good as a rain lake, rainy clouds are not as good as a moon lake, and moon lakes are not as good as a snow lake." Su Dongpo's poem "The mountains are empty and the rain is strange" describes the hazy beauty of West Lake in the rain. Therefore, I often hope that one day I will return to the mainland and have to visit West Lake . No matter how many times I go, I will always enjoy Qinghu, Yuhu, Yuehu and Snow Lake, especially the scenery in the rain with empty mountains. West Lake is out of reach, but today I have an opportunity to take an umbrella to enjoy the Shimen reservoir in the rain and fog. Of course, Shimen and West Lake cannot be compared, but they are also unsatisfactory in terms of fun. This is a group outing.
Along the way, the spring outside the car was chilly, but the inside was full of warm atmosphere. Some people proposed to sing old songs. Under the command of Sister Guo, many good songs, such as the early Fisherman's Song, Manjianghong, Hot-blooded Song, and Thoughts of Hometown, were sung one by one. Then, Liu and Chu started singing, and there were more than ten songs, including singing in the middle of the night, dreaming of Jiangnan every night, being a Weiyun, the sea, by chance, teaching me how not to miss him, etc. Everyone has a good mood and sings very happily! The singing filled the carriage and spread to the windows, rippling in the morning breeze. Sometimes, in the front and back seats, one after another, forming a duet. Don’t think that everyone has not been strictly trained to sing, and it will be a waste of time when singing, but the foundation of being able to sing was still there. When singing, the sound quality and volume are even more abundant and sweet, and you will never let you go away.
However, while singing, unknowingly, Shimen Reservoir arrived. Everyone got off the car and saw that there was no water, and they didn't know where the water in the reservoir had gone. Some people say that they are still deep in the source of the mountain, and there is no "stone gate"; some people say that the scope of the reservoir has expanded, and we must have gone to the wrong place. In fact, the pool water at the stone gate is mixed with the sky, and the gray fog is connected to an infinite sky curtain. At the joints, after the delicate work, there is no trace of it, and it is boundless, like a large house without doors, windows and walls. I took a deep breath and a fresh air hit my heart.
Then, everyone strolled by the stone fence, searching for it, but no trace of water was found. If it weren't for the fence where we testified, we almost suspected that it was floating in the air, as if we could fly for thousands of miles with just lifting it up. It was raining slightly. Holding an umbrella and looking around, no one could tell whether the gray scene was the sky, water, rain, or fog. In this vast atmosphere, there is a illusion and illusion, and it really feels like "sent in the world, a drop in the vast ocean". At this time, everyone was determined to visit the pond, but they couldn't find the ferry, nor could they find the yacht, and they didn't know where the water surface was, where the sky and water, rain and fog were divided.
was in the car before, and I saw many bald trees on both sides, set against the gray background, which made me feel more and more hazy and could be seen in the painting. It also seems like chanting an ancient poem with a lofty and subtle and profound artistic conception. The pool in front of you is not a pool, the tree is not a tree, and the distant mountains are unknown. Facing this beautiful situation, I have to be amazed at the magic and wonder of nature. From Taipei to the Shimen Reservoir in the middle of Dahan River, you should first go to the high ground to see the overall picture of the reservoir, then conduct a systematic tour of the dam, flood discharge channel, and Shimen Dazhen, and then visit various constructions within the scope of Shimen Reservoir.
However, all the rain and fog blocked the car that day. On the way back, we took the tour to Asia Paradise. When we passed Daxi Town, everyone got off the car to buy local products. On the car, I was still savoring the scene of this tour. Many poems from predecessors sang to nature flashed in my heart, such as: "The smoke and waves look at the vastness", "The two sides return to the mist and rain", "The mountains and waters are vast", "The clouds, mountains, smoke and trees are all in the stream", etc., which are portrayed around the Shimen Reservoir that morning, and also have a unique hazy beauty.In the afternoon, although it was still drizzling, the sky gradually became clear, "the fog gathered and the rivers and mountains were beautiful", and suddenly, the scenery was clear and became another realm of appreciation. During the day, the changes in wind and clouds are unpredictable. It is no wonder that the ancients are elegant. They should enjoy different artistic conceptions in the entire West Lake with sunshine, rain, moon and snow. Today, I have personally experienced that the changes in rain and fog in Mingtan are equivalent to the realization of a concrete and subtle magical tour of "Dream West Lake".
In addition, I also went to Miaoli Nanzhuang to watch the "dwarf festival" of Saixia people. I went alone. In the middle of the night, I hurriedly took a taxi to the Donghe in Nanzhuang. After getting off the car in Donghe, I stood still and found that I was already in a deep valley under the barren mountains and ridges. From the side of the road where you are stationed, you can see the darkness and fineness, and the sound of water is rustling; the dense forest and the steep and folding ridge walls are clattering in response to the grand sound of water. It sounds particularly rushing and exciting in the darkness. Looking up, under the distant and deep night sky, the peaks towering into the sky are stacked layer by layer, like waves surging, stretching to endless.
In the sky, a big and round moon spreads with light like frost and snow, quiet and silvery. By a stream, I met the first people who came down from the mountain. Their appearance made me feel much more at ease, at least; I no longer feel lonely and empty. The mountain is getting higher and higher, and the slope of the canyon is getting steeper. The path is gradually rising like a snake surrounds the tree. I am also walking towards the distant peak on the path that is covered with thick shade! Groups of people who have seen the dwarf festival, including men, women, young and old, holding bamboo sticks and torches, walking along the cliff path beside the canyon, like a dragon, teasing an active and vivid belt of light. In the middle of the night, it looks strange and spectacular!
Finally, after more than two hours of hard climbing, I finally reached the highest peak. The nickel croaker trees on the top of the peak stand, the mountain wind blows, and the waves make people feel heroic and radiant! Looking around, the night sky is vast and clean, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, far and near, the staggered peaks of the mountains are all in sight, the mountains are shining with silver light, and the white thunder, with indescribable clarity and beauty. ah! The magnificence and majesty of nature are always amazing! When I walked towards the village, I saw that the square was full of people. There are many tourists coming from other places to visit. Even many foreigners with blue eyes and high noses have arrived, bustling and extremely lively. The Saixia girls wearing bright traditional mountain costumes are dressed up in colorful style, beautiful and charming. They are like flying butterflies, shuttle back and forth among the crowd, attracting the attention of many tourists.
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