It's hard to put into words exactly how it feels to see this little green bud in the midst of a sea of ice and snow.

Shock?

Move?

Probably both.

Here, regardless of whether it is a plant or a man, in the face of the harsh nature, whether it is a human, a plant, or an animal, they all unite the front and position. - It's all life.

Life, dependent on nature, also resists nature.

As a result, this kind of small sprout born from the cold has been appreciated by Qian Xiaoqin's three daughters and many other tourists.

Admire it, admire it.

Taking pictures is for sure, close up, long shot.

Even if you don't know anything about the art of photography, you can try to capture what you see and feel in your heart when you have a phone with terrible pixels and zoom.

But it's hard.

It is easy to take the middle view, but it is difficult to take the heart.

can do the latter, not to mention any photography masters, at least he is a king.

But unfortunately, the vast majority of visitors are undoubtedly bronze.

Qian Xiaoqin is bronze, Zhao Lan is bronze, but Ji Yan is better, because she is often responsible for taking pictures in meetings and the like, so at least she is a stubborn bronze.

The three bronze teams up to spoil the phone's memory before continuing to go down.

The stream has become wider, already three or four meters wide, and there are tourists on both banks, occasionally looking across the stream.

But after a period of rapid streaming, the flow of the ice stream became gentler again, because it came to a flat area in the mountains, where the water in front of it flowed fiercely and the water from the rear began to become ferocious.

But in the middle of the front and rear, more than 100 meters, the water flow is simply calm.

The water in the stream, which is about one meter deep, or the pond of stagnant water, is really crystal clear.

On the surface of the water, there were many ice blocks of various sizes, large one a foot square, small ones the size of a fingertip, or even smaller, and many translucent small fish the size of a finger, swimming happily between these ice blocks.

It is said to be translucent, but in fact it is close to full transparency, but it can still be caught by the eye.

"Yu Zhi Bing!" Zhao Lan pointed to the middle of the stream and said loudly with some surprise.

Yesterday's query undoubtedly played a role at this time.

They are not the only ones who know this, and many tourists are talking about it.

The dull text description turned into a vivid scenery in front of them, and Qian Xiaoqin and the three of them were a little excited, which is the bonus of viewing the scenery under the "knowing".

Needless to say, it was another burst of photos.

The snow is cold in January, and the spring breeze is warm in February.

The spring breeze is warm, which means that the flowers and birds are coming.

The mountain path formed by the wide staircase continued to turn or turn all the way down, and gradually, the ice was gone, the snow was gone, and the streams formed by the ice and snow reached here, scattering into hundreds of streams.

The scenery of each one is different.

It is wide or narrow, several meters wide, and less than a ruler.

Slow or urgent, slow as still, urgent as thunder.

Straight or curved, straight as a ruler, curved and varied, there are nine turns and eighteen turns, and there are also circles like a ring.

But water isn't the only theme here.

Before, I saw only green shoots above, but here, light green, light green, emerald green, dark green, it was already spreading out in front of me.

"There is little frost in the late New Year, and the grass and trees in the world know when spring arrives. I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water and the green was uneven. Looking at the foreground, Ji Yan read like this.

Zhao Lan didn't hear clearly, or maybe she didn't understand it very well, so she asked Ji Yan to repeat it again, and then asked her to explain it a little.

Ji Yan swayed freely.

A couple on the side were carrying a little boy about seven or eight years old.

"Wow, sister, you're so amazing!" the little boy raised his head and said to Ji Yan with adoring eyes and tone.

"I can't see it, you're quite educated!" Zhao Lan also said.

"What did you forget what I did?" Ji Yan smiled slightly, and said lightly, for a while, her demeanor was like that, obviously she automatically turned on the "Goddess Mode".

Later, she explained a little to the two of them, and there was a county art exhibition with this poem as the theme. She is neither an organizer nor a participant, but her WeChat public account has followed the whole process.

Here, there are many viewing spots in the mountains.

There are all kinds of observation decks, pavilions and promenades, as well as wooden chairs and benches.

Qian Xiaoqin and the three of them are here again, spending a lot of time, as well as a lot of memory, and of course, a lot of mobile phone power at the same time, and then they reluctantly continue to go down.

I really live in a city, and there are too few opportunities to come into contact with all kinds of "green".

Of course there are parks.

Of course, there are street trees.

Even on the balcony of Ji Yan's own house, some small flowers and plants were planted.

But those, and the one in front of you, are really different!

Compared with the ones in front of me, the ones around me before were almost like fake flowers and fake grass!

And here, casually approaching a tree, a shrub, a small grass, that vitality overflows in front of you, and you look at it, as if that vitality also overflows to yourself.

Not to mention the variety of jagged greens.

The breeze is blowing, and the shallow and deep green that spreads all over the mountains seems to flow.

Here, there are not too many trees, just separated by threes and threes, and then there are more shrubs of all kinds, and more flowers and plants, and they are mostly scattered.

So basically, if you stand on a high point, you will have an unobstructed view.

Gray rocks, brown soil, various streams, pools, waterfalls, and then in this background, dotted with all kinds of green all over the mountains.

The breath of spring, the smell of plants and trees, and the breath of freshness are fused together to form something called "breath of life", which flows throughout the mountains and in the hearts of all tourists.

"It can't be more beautiful!" this is Qian Xiaoqin's evaluation.

Ji Yan and Zhao Lan both agreed.

In fact, I just swam to Butterfly Valley yesterday, and it really deserves a "beautiful, beautiful as a dream" evaluation, but that does not affect at all that they give the best evaluation to this very "reckless" and "rough" mountain at this moment.

It's all manual.

It's all natural.

Artificial is just an embellishment, just to better present this piece of nature.

The three of them are watching the natural scenery in the artificial viewing place, and this vast and unpretentious vitality, the first bloom is fearless, weak but vigorous, giving them the most primitive and extremely powerful posture.

And this kind of posture is what they have been hard to see in the past.

Further down, the vegetation gradually becomes denser.

There are more flowers, and more birds.

Flowers bloom in the wilderness, birds sing in the mountain road, it is, far away invades the ancient road, birds want to keep people.

Further down, they saw large fields.

Field.

On the left is a wheat field, and on the right is a rice field.

The wheat field is flat, a golden wave, but the rice field is in the shape of a step, one step at a time, but it is exactly the pattern of the Yuanyang terraces that Qian Xiaoqin and the others have seen before.

The stream from the upper source, which melts from the snow and ice, is dispersed into the terraces, where it is passed from top to bottom, and then turns into a stream again and continues down the mountain.

Whether it is a wheat field or a rice field, it is about to usher in a bumper harvest.

The wind blew, the fragrance of wheat and rice, which made Qian Xiaoqin and the three of them smell violently.

Zhao Lan was even more saliva, "Oh my God, it's just wheat, how can it be fragrant like this?"

It's not just incense!

When they smelled this fragrance, they suddenly became hungry and hungry!

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