Ninety-six times to enjoy the scenery from the boat

The rest of the voyage went fairly smoothly and no one came to disturb them. www.biquge.info In the slow driving, the surrounding scenery comes into view, and the poetic taste is intoxicating.

Taking a boat to enjoy the beautiful scenery is more leisurely and a little more refreshing. Compared to walking on land, it is a journey to release the mind and delight the body and mind. The boat walks on the lake, and the word "gliding" seems to be more appropriate, and you will feel that people are floating on the water, while the boat is gliding on a large piece of jade, and the landscape paintings on both sides of the river make people feel like they are in a fairyland, and they are indescribably comfortable.

The view varies from time to time of day on the boat. In the early morning, the morning sun gilds the surface of the lake with a layer of gold and sparkles, the noon sun shines directly, and the lake water presents a deep turquoise side, just like a piece of jade, and when the sun sets, the lake becomes colorful again, giving people endless reverie. The beautiful scenery along the way is a string, countless, the two sides of the river are lush forests and bamboos, the mountains are full of flowers, with one waterfall after another, under the change of mountain and water potential, it gives people a dizzying feeling. Sitting on the boat looking up at the gorge and looking down at the beach, I can't help but sigh with "**".

Take a boat trip with the bow of the boat and the scenery in the wind. From time to time, you can see the boat in the valley around, big turns, small turns, and S-curves ......; Sometimes it is a towering cliff and cliff, with clouds and fog barriers, looming, sometimes you see an elegant waterfall, falling and splashing down from the high mountain cliffs, sometimes you see a small village of residents, surrounded by green trees and wooden houses, so primitive and simple, I can't wait to blend into this natural beauty.

The mountains are steep and majestic, and the shoreline of the lake is tortuous and endless. Mountains are beautiful because of water, and water is spiritual because of mountains. If you don't think about it, it's hard to tell where the water ends and where the mountains begin. As the Song Dynasty poet Weng Juan described in the poem "Wild Hope": "One day the autumn color is cold and warm, and countless peaks and mountains are far and near, and you can see the wild water from the top of the mountain, but you can see the green mountains at the bottom of the water."

The dish that I eat the most on the boat these days is fish, and the fish are all caught from the river. Boiled river fish in river water, select fresh and live fish, and give full play to the effect of chili pepper to keep out the cold, nourish qi and nourish blood, the meat quality of cooking will not become tough at all, the taste is smooth and tender, oily but not greasy. It not only removes the fishy smell of the fish, but also keeps the fish fresh and tender. The full of chili peppers is bright and eye-catching, spicy but not dry, numb but not bitter. "It's numb, spicy and enjoyable", it tastes extraordinarily delicious, and the boiled fish makes Topaz like it a mess. There is no shortage of masters who can fish among the disciples of the beggar gang. In your spare time, a few rods, a little erbium, just sit back and wait for the fish to be hooked.

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow" For hundreds of years, the picturesque place where the old man fished has aroused the infinite yearning memories of many people and inkmen. When I think of him, people feel warm like spring in the cold winter of Layue, and people are refreshed no matter how much adversity they are in. Why? When we see a fishing rod in his hand, it is clearly a state of mind, a calmness, a blend of man and nature, and a relaxed grasp of everything in the world after the restless and frivolous excitement. All worldly deception, hypocrisy, plunder, injustice, and trampling turned into a mist in the valleys, and then condensed into snowflakes on the lily hats. The rest of the thing is to play with the fish, full of kindness, full of peace, until one day you are really old, silent, like a fish.