Farewell to the Weihe River, left the ancient city, crossed many long and short tunnels in Qinling with longing and admiration, and finally came to Hanzhong. Following my friends, wandering in Hanzhong city and standing on the street, I really want to shout: beautiful Hanzhong, I am coming.
When the heat wave hit, the weather seemed particularly sultry and sweaty. I really regret it. I asked for it. I sat in the payment hall of China Mobile and didn't want to move at all. My friend saw my confusion and motioned me to go. I reluctantly came out and walked all the way south across a bridge. The "Tianhan Bridge" on the pier is shining with golden light in the sun, and the Hanlong River is under the bridge.
Tired from the journey, people fell asleep quickly, and when they woke up, it was near dusk, so they asked for a famous Hanzhong pastry in a street snack bar. The taste really lives up to its reputation.
Jiang Feng blew his hair slowly and walked along such a river. Under the sunshine, the fine sand and gravel under his feet seemed to breathe out his thoughts. This is a simple ballad that has been stranded in the shallows after many hardships. Their tolerance made his illusory and childish footprints feel its tranquility and mystery. In the sunset, there are countless sparkling spots, and this changeable image makes my thoughts fly and my language pale.
Standing by the river, listening to the sound of running water on the railing. Approached, it seems that the water is still and the small fish are free in the water. The water is green and blue, which makes people enchanted.
Standing upstairs by the river, you can see its charming scenery at a glance, revealing the grass and bushes by the river, which is very unique. Add a few lush flowers to the quiet river. Looking around, in the sparkling waves, you can feel the water flowing from east to west. In the distance, it bifurcates, with one tributary flowing west and the other tributary flowing northwest.
The mountains and rivers in the distance are beautiful, and the clear water in the vicinity is long, which is worthy of being called Xiao Jiangnan.
In the hot summer, the trees by the river are silent, and the blooming flowers make people feel relaxed and happy. Birds skimmed over the water and stopped on the shore to drink water. The cicada in the tree sang hard, and the asphalt seemed to melt. Romantic music in the car stereo seems boring. A bottle of water is the real need of life.
Meditation by the river in summer, the flowing river is so pure that it can purify the soul.
A touch of sunset hangs the slow peace in the sky. Those who fall in love in the evening breeze, their burning red vests remind you of yourself in those days, and your heart is a little sad. Once a little warmth can only stay in your memory.
The swaying reflection in the river, those beautiful mirages, are like ink paintings in the misty south of the Yangtze River, so lifelike, so elegant and quiet, as if they were in the south of the Yangtze River, not in Hanzhong.
Sunset, as stingy as Shylock, a merchant in Venice, is putting away its last bit of gold bit by bit. The lights on the bridge are on and the neon lights are flashing at night. I picked up a small pebble and threw it to the river. Hearing the sound, water splashed everywhere. Ripples open all the beautiful fantasies, and when night falls, ripples quietly bury the mirage of dreams.
When a familiar melody sounded slowly in the wind, I turned around and it was already the South Bridge Square, set along the river bank. Lush weeping willows shed soft green, and graceful dances swayed under neon lights. Besides belly dancing, all kinds of popular dances can be enjoyed here. At night on the south bank of the Han River, you can walk along the coast, fish, play Tai Chi and have a barbecue by the river to keep you moist and cool.
I remember, ten years ago, it was such a hot season. On the way north, the car stopped at will and passed through Ningxia, Gansu Province, enjoying the scenery along the way. I once scooped up the muddy river water by hand in Hetao area of Inner Mongolia, under the levee of Bameng Zaohe Bridge and across the Yellow River levee with barbed wire, and drank it all at once. Memories with the smell of sediment have been deposited in my life. Now, standing on the bank of the Han River, I once again gulped it down, and the sweet aftertaste washed my dusty heart again. ...
It is not easy to control the river of life. There seems to be something fatalistic that binds me to ten years of absence, excluding impetuousness, approaching profundity, the initial nature of human nature and the pure beauty of nature.
From the sediment of the Yellow River, my pale life was precipitated. Now, I wash away my fatigue and dust with pure and sweet Hanjiang water.
The dance music in Qiaonan Square is still echoing, and the dance in the night is still beautiful. Dancers under neon lights are enchanting and charming, and their eternal pursuit is health, happiness and happiness.
On this hot summer night, I long for a Mao Mao rain tomorrow. In the falling rain, I will hold an umbrella and find a Gu Xiang. In the depths of misty rain, I will find a girl with lilacs in Dai's pen ... and enjoy the delicious food in Hanzhong.
Next March, the grass will grow and the warblers will fly. Let's enjoy the rape blossoms in Hanzhong. ...