For more than two years, I just listened to the changes in Guanshan from photos, words and words. I haven't been there, and I can't appreciate the beauty of being there. After thinking for a long time, it is inevitable that October will finally take place.
/kloc-The Guanshan Mountain in October is full of flowers, and the marigolds on both sides of the road smile like flowers, like blooming lilies, which are exquisite and unconventional.
Planting marigold flowers in Guanshan township beautifies the environment, makes the countryside more beautiful, and interprets the yearning for a better and happier Guanshan.
Although the weather was not beautiful, it didn't rain, and it was a little gloomy on cloudy days, it couldn't hide a kind of joy, a kind of joy from the beautiful scenery all the way.
It is an exaggeration to say that the beautiful scenery is somewhat exaggerated, but compared with some towns and villages I have been to, the scenery after entering the border of Guanshan Township is gentle, not to mention the trees that first perceive autumn. Black or yellow or even yellow leaves float from the trunk to the treetops, and marigold planted under roadside trees on both sides of the highway is refreshing at a glance. Those flowers, smiling, with the same eyes and the same expression, will not face the past with their own preferences.
As a relatively remote town in Yongjing County, Guanshan is more and more far away from the county seat and closer to Xigu, Lanzhou, along Panshan Road for more than an hour's drive. Fu said that it takes 20 minutes to get to Xigu.
The wind at nine o'clock in the morning belongs to the wind in Guanshan. The chilly wind and the flickering sunshine jointly interpret the unique cold in autumn. Because of the lack of sunshine's care and love, the main book of vegetation is written with some sadness of Qiu Ge.
Those hymns and Qiu Ge's deep coolness floated in the wind of Guanshan Mountain. In autumn scenery, which is surrounded by residential villages, only the smoke from the kitchen over the countryside overflows the characteristics of memories. The smoke from kitchen chimneys, with the smell of wheat straw, is filled with the simplicity and truth of the earth.
People who have lived in the city for a long time like the countryside, and they also like to go to the countryside to find long-lost feelings. Because many people in the city have been farmers for more than three generations, they have deep feelings for the countryside. I was born and raised in the countryside, and I am familiar with everything in the countryside. Even that pile of steaming cow dung smells of grass and is full of joy.
I know very well that cow dung, which was once too fertile to flow to outsiders, will be picked up and taken home. Now, except the cows that are no longer idle on the hillside, all the other cows are enjoying the service of their owners in the cowshed. It is not easy to find a lump of cow dung without going to the grass outside the village or drinking water in the waterlogged pool.
Everything is like the nose of a horse and the singing of a donkey, which pulls my thoughts away and back at once.
Farmers' perception of autumn is not in the romantic atmosphere of the golden avenue full of ginkgo trees, nor in the aesthetic feeling of Populus euphratica swaying. Autumn, rooted in their hearts, is the repetition of picking corn, digging potatoes, digging lilies, ploughing fields and planting winter wheat. The season starts from that land and ends from that land.
Autumn harvest crops are still close to the earth, and the land in Guanshan Township is no exception. One side of water and soil nurtures the other side of lily land, attracting far or near eyes and making Guanshan people proud.
On the way to the garage, I was confused by the scenery outside the window, and my thoughts always collapsed. Standing on the hillside, my vision is as high as expected, and I am in awe of the poplar trees guarding one side of the water and soil. The gold and black leaves tell everything about autumn.
Many trees are still stubbornly attached to the early autumn, singing elegies and unwilling to abandon them, so they add gray and depth to the green, while dyeing the leaves with light yellow, bright yellow, light yellow, goose yellow, orange yellow, goose yellow, apricot yellow and vermilion, and reading the late autumn gracefully.
The ash of the mountain and the forest near the layer are all colorful, horizontal and vertical, and the coloring is just right. Blank space is also measured, waiting for the slow-heating vegetation to spend the autumn.
The waist of the highway is extremely soft, or winding up the mountain, or winding around the foot of the mountain, and then turning around and going deep into the village. The faint autumn is sweeping by, the bare terraces are calm, the silence of completing the mission is relatively silent, and the birds flying over the sky look back again and again.
I can't see the geese flying south, maybe there are no geese, I just miss the beauty of pedestrian glyph.
A squirrel eyed me round and round. For a short moment, I didn't respond, so I put on my beautiful tail and set off for the grass. I don't know which grass I'm biting.
I don't see any pheasants. The legendary pheasant hare may have nothing to do with me. I'm not a native of Guanshan and I'm not a helper. Nature disdains to meet me.
Suddenly I was deeply touched, and the cadres in Guanshan were blessed. Jumping pheasants and rabbits, flashing at high frequency, regard them as friends or family.
In Guanshan, all life is precious, and the travel of those animals shows the harmony of ecology and the beautiful living environment. The scarecrow in the field guards the field seriously and is as persistent and diligent as a township cadre.
Since Linxia started the decisive battle against poverty, more and more poor households took off their hats, got rid of poverty and lived in new houses. The sweeter the days, the more prosperous. They set foot on sunshine avenue to get rid of poverty and become rich and well-off, and explained a series of practical practices such as spiritual poverty alleviation and health poverty alleviation with a smile. ...
Happiness is a struggle. Roll up your sleeves and work hard. It is beautiful, blooming, shining and warm in the autumn scenery of Guanshan.
The wind is graceful. On the way to Guanshan Forest Park, I met Mr. Chen who rode his bike to Guanshan from Jincheng Park in Lanzhou. I chatted with him and learned that he was waiting for his companion to come. He said he was very excited after riding for an hour and a half.
I have ridden five times this year since I retired five years ago, and I feel different about Guanshan every time.
The beautiful extension of life falls in every corner. Teacher Chen and many retired people told us that when we retire, we don't have to move a small bench to play cards and chat at the gate of the community. In fact, you can live a more sunny and interesting life.
Mr. Chen said that cycling not only exercised the body, but also broadened the horizons and enjoyed the scenery at different times. Sharing is as meaningful as getting.
I looked down his eyes and saw red hanging on the branches of the roadside like red agate, twisted into a ball, hanging on the branches like a big cherry, the dark green leaves were turning color or yellowing, and the fruits set off were delicate and charming and red.
Seabuckthorn fruit twisted a knot in one's heart, showing off the heaviness of autumn. This sour fruit makes everyone afraid of it. They only like to make seabuckthorn into drinks or buccal tablets, and don't like the sour taste of berries.
Mr. Chen's companions rode back and forth. They gasped, parked the car and began to have a rest.
There are not many tourists in Guanshan Forest Park in twos and threes. Someone is picking red to eat, and I also picked a bunch. I don't eat, just for the envy of late autumn.
Don't ride a bike, but your eyes are still attracted. On both sides of the winding mountain road, the wild chrysanthemums in Huang Cancan are in full bloom, and the flower heads are small, but clusters are unique. Blue wild chrysanthemums are also blooming brilliantly, forming their own array with small Gesang flowers and marigold flowers, and expressing their love songs in autumn.
Everything is bright and beautiful. Farmers who dig lilies or potatoes in the fields bend down to pick them up in exactly the same way, showing joy. Lily's stem withered and withered, but it has been dormant in the soil for three years, up to five years. Like a potato that has been dug away, it is twisted under a root, breathing, stretching and shining with the joy of harvest season. If I were a lily, what would it be like to emerge from the ground in a few years? I can't imagine!
Lily is known as the "platinum seed". In fact, farmers are also gold, the gold of the land. Instead of leaving the land barren, they worked with their own hands, doing everything a farmer should do, shining like lilies.
Two years ago, I wrote a song to Guan Shan, which was composed by teacher Li Haishun. He made a lot of affectionate creations on the piano and erhu, and finally dedicated them to Guan Shan at the young singer Qi Bin.
This song is a bit sad. A cadre in Guanshan Township said that he sometimes burst into tears and was addicted to this song.
"Year after year, year after year, it is red and bright, and it blooms one by one. Why is it so beautiful? My appearance makes Guanshan so romantic. Buried in the soil, heartbroken thousands of times, living silently, looking forward to dawn.
Why did I grow up on such a desolate hillside and watch ... "
Now that you have made a choice, you only care about whether it is bitter or not. In addition to lilies, there are cadres in Guanshan Township watching silently. No, rural cadres are all lilies. They eat and live in villages and towns and go home on weekends. Year after year, ten, twenty or even thirty years have passed, and great changes have taken place in the countryside. The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes and the salt flowers in the temples tell the story of the lush years and the past.
I think I know that emotion. Everyone likes his place. Even though I don't work in Guanshan, because my husband has been transferred to Guanshan for more than three years, writing lyrics has moved me. Today, when I play and listen repeatedly, I still touch myself.
My eyes read the marigold on the roadside again and again. From blooming to crossing the hot summer, it is still blooming in late autumn, golden and Huang Chengcheng, showing off the exclusive flowers of Guanshan, full of poetry.
Are the mountains golden in autumn, too? Yes, of course it belongs to gold! I said to myself. Guanshan is golden, and the "son of platinum" broke through the ground and spread golden hope.
Flower language describes mountains, either gentle or magnificent. Is the mountain in the four fields the label of Guanshan? Layers of terraced fields are chess pieces on the chessboard of the earth, like soldiers in arrays, rows and rows, like weather vanes, and strictly guard against sticking to positions bounded by ridges and expressing their own words or lyrics!
The mountains protect everything, even people who are far away from home can't do without the watch of the mountains. The tenderness of returning home to visit relatives makes this land look like a king, and the footprints of struggle write down "happiness closes the mountain" one by one.
People care for each other, because of brotherhood, whether they know each other or not, the brilliance of marigold is exactly the same.
The dignity of the mountain, the dignity of the land, the dignity of the water and the dignity of the sky make the golden Guanshan sway with golden dignity and walk on the broad road to happiness with golden hope step by step.
The mountain is silent, the flowers are silent, and in the wind, Jinshan sings gold.