Suddenly I remembered that when planning the autumn scenery appointment some time ago, the maker of the pool was also at the dinner. He was very confident and obsessed, and sighed repeatedly for the cost reasons. Even so, the in front of me was already pleasing to the eye. This is called the Five Color Pool, the eye waves of the Gods and Fairy Valley. Since then, I suddenly remembered that there are artificial pools, fountains and waterfalls in front and behind the visitor center. The water is in line with each other, but where is the source? I asked and found that there is an old spring deep in the valley, and water comes from the spring.

The word "日本" is so good, it is poetic. I haven't seen the spring, and I don't want to see it. I will never see it next time I come back. The reason is simple. I am a rough writing and have no talent. After seeing it, I can't write good poems and essays. I'm not far-fetched, but experience. I have seen Hupaoquan in Hangzhou, Butterfly Spring in Dali, and Baotuquan in Jinan, but I can't write essays like "日本" at all. I have been to Jin Temple and saw Nan Laoquan, but I haven't found the shadow of Mr. Wu Boxiao. I think that if I combine the above glimpses, it's not easy to present the spirit of Wu Laoquan, so I'm empty first, let me think about it or do it.

Let me leave it to everyone to write. I'm going to find the gods! The Wuliang Heavenly Venerable Amitabha Buddha, zhēn      1amygod, shouted at the valley, echoing, it will be. The echo was filled with a strange fragrance, and the roots and bones were extraordinary. So, following the voice of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, I understood it. An unknown male god, an unknown female mortal, an unequal identity, and a lifespan of a pair of love shocked the world and the earth, and the man was afraid that the women would grow old and die, so he left this spring for his lover, hoping to help her live forever, so that she could watch the sunrise and count the stars together every day. The spring of the spring of the age, the lifespan of the age is like this. I wish the world "qingren" will never grow old!

Still stride forward, my abdomen told me that I was going to the restaurant to go to the whole sheep banquet, and to go to the table to drink the drunkenness of Jiulong. Compared with these, the gods and horses are all floating clouds. The owner is an old man in the industry, an expert and hospitality, the hotel is built in a unique and classy manner, and the wine and food are clean and authentic. A full sheep banquet shows that the skill is extraordinary. The sheep is free-range on the grassland, with moderate weight and thinness, and is not smelly; the cooking skills are almost the local countryside, with few seasonings and original flavors. The key is that the word "full" is in place. In a word, except for the external fur corners and things wrapped in the stomach and intestines, there are everything else. So, the group is excited and the glutinous style is very popular.

, from roasted lamb legs to hand-held meat, from white water sheep head to boiled lamb hooves, from cold lamb liver to steamed blood sausage. I like the blood sausage, without salt, and no other seasonings, soft and tender and sweet at the mouth, causing the taste buds to dance. Acquaintances, delicious food, special wine, change to a large bowl after a small bowl, almost drunk, new sausages rise again, and the long-standing punching scoops that have been extinct for many years have been picked up again. I haven't practiced for many years and have no skills. The "five and eight horses" on the other side are changing and shouting, and the monotonous side is constantly "tiger stick chicken" and chopsticks are knocking. At this time, the lamb legs, sheep head, sheep head, sheep hooves have been thrown aside, and only the losers keep pouring wine down.

I had so much too much, so I took the opportunity to sneak back to the room, close the door, sway my clothes, and fall down to fall asleep. When I woke up, it was past seven o'clock, so I opened the curtain. The sun was red and the sun was beautiful. The trees in the south mountain were green, the water in the square and the pool was clear, and the scenery was beautiful.

three

The appointment to the autumn scenery is the first time I entered the Gods Valley in the plan, but it was the third time. This time it was a bit special, which can be said to be a three-purpose purpose: I asked the Writers Association to enter the scenic area, within the scope of my work; I would like to mix up with the literati; and I also had to return the wish I made two times before and go to the wooden plank road to run. Before leaving, I made two preparations. The morning run dropped to six kilometers, and the morning run shoes were not changed. The car drove to the scenic area square like a smoky, and it hit the autumn scenery of Nanshan at a glance. In just over twenty days, the changes were turned over. The green at that time became today's yellow and red, like flames flowing, like fireworks flying in the sky. When I was intoxicated, the owner called into the scenic area and said that the essence was inside, and I would definitely regret not seeing it.

The procedure is still the same, cement roads, small trains, and it goes straight to the forest tribe. But the wind is obviously much sharper, so how can you hit the back of the forehead and the ears? It is like a large piece of ice. After a brush pull, it freezes people from head to toe. A car of people shouts cold. Even with my strong body, it also starts a cold war. On the observation deck, you still see Nanshan Mountain. The colors of the dense forest are more rich and gorgeous. The leaves of willow bushes at the bottom of the valley are light yellow, the leaves of birch trees on the slope are fiery red, the attitude of larch is ambiguous, the leaves of the decadent leaves are golden, the tender leaves are still green, the old grass is old, and the colors are different. I have long known that the name of the scenic spot is in addition to the Valley of Gods and Fairies, there is also a colorful forest and wine.

The store is also called the Colorful Forest International Resort Hotel. Today, I saw it myself and realized that what I said was not false, and it was not just colorful. Cultural people gathered together and were excited to see beautiful scenery and their voices were much bigger than usual, but they all said that this place was like a rainbow, which was good, but not easy to write. I seemed to have received "another tip" and said it was easy to deal with. He wrote "Life", just one word, the net; when we wrote "Colorful Forest", we also wrote "Colorful Forest", which was also one word, rainbow. After a burst of laughter, we walked down the observation deck, and a group of people passed by the bottom of the valley. Seeing a pool of water in the grass under the bridge, I asked if it was a spring of Bu Lao? The owner said no, it was just an ordinary wetland, there were too many in the valley.

I feel like a stern heart, knowing that it is not, the mortal spring, so romantic, can it be so ugly? But don't get me wrong, I absolutely keep my word, I don't write about what the mortal spring looks like. I want to remind all the readers, but I still remember the immortal who left this mortal spring. In the previous section, the story asked me to pinch my head and tail, and this time I will continue. This is the saying that the gods and mortals fall in love with a mortal, and they are punished to be a white horse and sealed in the mountains. Unless the rainbow in the sky falls into the mountains, it can be restored to its original form; this is the mortal spring, but it was inadvertently watered.

After the grass and trees all over the mountain turned into a rainbow, the gods zì     you, but he still stayed in the mountains infatuatedly. I am a kind-hearted person, of course I have to continue the dog tail: Is this the legendary prince charming... Haha, definitely not. However, I should have made some contributions. The story is divided into two chapters, just like a shrimp in a restaurant, with a white shrimp in the middle, and a fried head and tail, fresh and not greasy. In such an impetuous era, the impetuous crowd comes up and looks at the face. How can anyone patiently listen to a complete story? The one who can listen to it is comparable to the god in the valley.

Shoes are suitable, feet and people know that stepping onto a slightly elastic wooden plank road is like a fish in water, jogging, and getting rid of two, leaving everyone behind easily. This run is not to make up for the amount of exercise in the morning, but to another experience, forest bath, of course, it has its own special name, the fairy bath. Like the appearance of the spring of the age, the problem of negative oxygen ions is left to experts. I only know that the air is fresh, running more than walking and breathing, and the rough behavior is simple and effective. A turn makes me unable to bear to run again, there is a pool of water there, but it is not like the grass just now. It has a big and deep face, half-ringed, holding most of the hillside, and half-mountain autumn scenery

When you enter the water, red, yellow, green and purple are mixed in, melting in one place. At a glance, it is vast, hazy; savoring carefully, fashionable, romantic. Only the old stems of birch trees are not melted, white and bright, standing alone, quite clear. Without the artistic skills, my mind is very messy when I see this situation. ""shuxion" embraces the moon in the sky, and my jade hand flicks the ice on the water surface." Somehow, this sentence jumped out, which is not appropriate, but I am reluctant to throw it away, so I barely stick it here. There is something like ice on the water, a glass bridge, like a soft lightning rushing towards the other side. I want to try it, but when I see there is no railing, I give up. In this way, I am more impressed and kept in my mind.

In the wooden plank road, there are sparse tourists, but they are all very leisurely. They keep taking pictures of their phones and cameras, and they are even dressed in plain clothes, which is very compatible with the autumn scenery. The large army behind them is probably doing similar things, or simply chanting poems loudly. I was running. In the past, I was concentrating on running, but today I was not at ease. I tried to write a line of a poem or two, but the scenery was so beautiful that I often interrupted my thoughts. I ran the wooden plank road at the slowest. The poem was not finished, leaving only two words, left behind. After hungry, I became even more silenced after swallowing it, because the calligraphers and painters began to splash ink and danced the mountains and rivers in their eyes in oil paint. No matter how much nectar there was, I couldn't make it easy. Before I got drunk, I was still thinking about the pool of water before, and asked, saying that it was called heaven.

Jinghu, and there are stories. The story is good, it is a good medicine for loneliness. The ancients had few entertainment activities. After thousands of years of long lonely nights, four legends, including the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, have become classics. Later stories are basically derived from these routines. Not to mention these routines, tell the story: Shenxian Valley, the plot is naturally more magical. Legend has it that when there was a drought that year, the family of brothers went to the mountains to find water and dig in a piece of land. The good guy showed a white and bright piece, but it was not water, but a mirror. The mirror was magical, and water came out wherever it looked. The brothers used it to save countless poor people. Later, the mirror fell into the valley and became Tianjing Lake... The reason was that the essence of this story. I have heard of it, and I won’t tell it. Who would like to know, go to Shenxian Valley to find a tour guide.

The calligraphers and painters who sweated profusely may have moved the gods in the valley. When their ink colors fell on the paper and turned into a hazy area, drizzle fell from the sky and autumn colors shrouded in the rain, which was the scene I had been looking forward to for a long time. The plan was to return, and the sky could not keep it. When the rain stopped, it was dark. Sitting in the ramen restaurant under the street lights on Dage Street, the smell of Erguotou, the fragrance of noodles and the thick oily red sauce between the dishes, came into my mind from my nostrils, and colored the stars on the kiss mark in the Shenxian Valley.
Chapter completed!