A beautiful essay describing landscapes: mist of mountains, charm of water

On windy, rainy and confusing days, I traveled across mountains and rivers, chanting all the way, looking back all the way, relying on the mountains, falling in love with the water, lingering with you, washing away the dust of wandering. , full of splendor in full bloom, pick up a pen and write it for you

The mist of the Youyou Mountain

The mist of the Youyou Mountain is full of spirituality. The mist shook the white feather-like gauze and covered it over the mountain. The mountain suddenly became moist, and the stones could squeeze out water. The flowers and grass hidden in the heavy mist became more and more watery. The eyes and the murmur of the birds under the leaves are moist and ethereal. The dewdrops among the leaves are unwilling to be lonely, and rush through the gaps in the trees, ticking, like big beads and small beads, falling on the winding path, falling on the shoulders and backs of pedestrians, disappearing suddenly, leaving a moment of coolness. The most wonderful thing is the deep stream, covered by mist, like a shy girl, the spring water is tinkling, only people are allowed to hear the graceful notes, and no one is allowed to see the graceful figure, it comes out after thousands of calls, it is so clear that it is unbearable He stretched out his hand and bowed it, for fear of disturbing its cleanliness. Bathing in the mist of the mountains, the filth filled with desire is instantly washed away and becomes as green as green leaves.

The misty mountains are full of mystery. Come closer to the mountain with Lan. The clouds cover the mist, and the fairy spirit lingers, tempting you to explore carefully with curiosity, climb the stone steps step by step, and go around the winding mountain roads, but you are still looking forward to seeing the beauty, and you don't know where to find the top of the mountain. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out. I am lightly frowning my willow eyebrows. I want to look up to the sky and scream, calling my friends and friends to find my way back. Suddenly there is a new world, with the sound of wind blowing in your ears, the fragrance of flowers hitting your sleeves, the gentle sound of spring water, the shepherd boy's piccolo, the chirping of birds, the intermittent folk songs, the woodcutter asking questions, and the raccoon girls playing, but you can't find her. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. In the midst of annoyance, as if a fairy's white gauze was passing by, my eyes suddenly lit up. I glanced inadvertently and saw a myriad of scenery: where the misty clouds were peeking through, a branch of mountain flowers bloomed, and a butterfly danced in the mist. Shuicunshanguo wine flag style, infinite scenery in the mountains and mist, how can there be a mystery!

The secluded mist of the mountains is full of kindness. The mountain is a calm benevolent person. No matter how fine the soil is, it becomes majestic. More than just meticulous attention to detail, the stone that embraces individuality achieves rugged beauty; it embraces the uneven trees, creating a verdant appearance; it embraces the nameless flowers, creating a swaying splendor. Isn’t that all? When walking in the world, you will get tired sometimes. Come back, walk to the waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise. Without saying a word, Shan Lan welcomed back the tired wanderer. He picked chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and admired herons in front of Xisai Mountain. He handed over a pair of Xie Gong clogs and climbed the Qingyun Staircase. Shan Lan gave you everything he had lost in the world of mortals. I give you the bright moon and green pines to express my nobility, I give you the clear spring and the blue stream to wash your feet, I give you the mist that spreads over the mountains, and I give you the deep sorrow that cannot be resolved. The thick mountains remind you that there is no road that goes straight up to the blue clouds, and there is no mountain with an unobstructed view. The once vast sea can be turned into mulberry fields, and the former mountains can be hidden under the sea. He raised his head, swallowed his tears, closed his eyes, and calmed his heart. Looking back at the way I came, I shook off the heartbreaking pain and heartbreaking pain into the mist. The wind has subsided and the mist has dispersed. We pick up our bags and continue our journey through the rivers and lakes as the mountains rise and the water rises. When the wind changes and the snow changes, we travel?

The mist in the secluded mountains is filled with mischief. There are also lonely times in the mountains. When the sunset glow has dissipated, the twilight is desolate, the remaining rain and clouds have lost their mood, the birds have gone to sleep, the flowers have gone to sleep, the noise has gradually subsided, and everything has calmed down, I will use a bottle of Liquan as wine and have a few drinks. Don't be too strong, Qinghuan is the best. Unexpectedly, Liquan is too sweet and refreshing, and before you know it, you are already tipsy. Feng'er hurriedly slowed down his steps, Yue'er also turned around and hid in the shadow of the clouds, and the mountain fell into a deep sleep in a drunken state. I'm so drunk that I'm going to sleep, please go away, I will bring Qin to you tomorrow! Only the willful stream Slowly singing, the naughty Qiuchong sings a cappella. The morning breeze is coming, the waning moon is gone, the rooster crows at dawn, and the mountains have not yet woken up. The birds are anxious, so they have to pull a ball of clouds to cover his drunken and sleepy face?

The mist of the secluded mountain is filled with freedom and ease. Standing quietly in the depths of Yunlan, tens of millions of years have passed by in a hurry, and the thick years are covering my body layer by layer. What comes and goes, goes far away, and far away.

Those who came back with a full load, those who cheered in front of others, and those who never forgot to return. They were lively in the excitement and noisy in the hustle and bustle. Casual, drunken sleep before the fragrance of spring has stopped; heroic, singing and whistling while walking slowly; lonely, hiding in a pot of wine in a scattered place; free and easy, letting the misty rain linger for the rest of your life. The grass was bearing its seeds, the wind was shaking its leaves, but he was the only one who remained motionless. Maybe, he also wants to go far away, want to taste wandering, want to pull the wind, want to hold the bird, want to keep the traveler, but how can he? Allow him to spend a night of melancholy, turn into mist all over the sky, and let him wander around for a while Well, after all, he has been standing upright for too long. Although Yan Jian is accompanied by the bright moon, the bright moon will also be absent for a while. Go ahead, go ahead, and don’t forget to tell the gatekeeper Song before leaving: Wandering can’t be farther than Hansai, don’t let the lonely geese fly when you return!

The mist of the secluded mountains is full of Zen. Mountains are Buddhist refuges. Look at those famous mountains, Wutai, Emei, Putuo, Jiuhua, which one is not full of Zen and the faint Buddha's heart? The world is rolling in, and the tired worldly heart, put down the secular affairs, leave the documents, and exile yourself into the green mountains. The mist followed along the way, thick and light, and the mountain breeze washed away the mist, making it thicker and less carefree and less glitzy. The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the secluded paths are lonely and confusing. Climb to the top, stand outside the mortal world, quietly admire the prosperity, and accompany you with your lonely fragrance. Whether in the morning when the bells are ringing melodiously, or in the dusk when the cuckoo crows and the ape crows, or in the long night when the moon is like water, he is always the same, whether he is meditating with the fragrance of tea, or sitting in enlightenment with the curl of green smoke, overlooking all living beings, whether he is happy or sad. , all dissipated like mist in the quiet appreciation, turning into clouds and clouds, looking back and smiling, Tao Ran completely forgetting about the past. Where are they? There is a sound of chicken outside the clouds. The misty mist turns the Zen strands all over the mountain into casual verses on the lotus seat, and into the refreshing leaves under the bodhi tree, returning you a long-lost beautiful dream?

The charm of long water

The charm of long water flows with beauty. From a valley, dripping, inviting and accepting, they gathered together into a strand, a bunch, and a strip. Finally, they got ready and set off, and the mountains were covered with her charming shadow. She is sparklingly charming, clear and beautiful, singing and dancing. The cool voice is like a singing girl, the green mountains are her stage, the secluded woods are her harmonies, ding ding dong dong, a melodious and melodious song, singing softly all the way, making birds perch and lingering, singing making flowers colorful, singing The scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is beautiful. The soft waist is like a flying swallow, dancing gracefully and swaying gracefully, sometimes passing over boulders, sometimes floating into the bamboo forest, sometimes ducking to the bottom of the valley, stretching out its long sleeves, showing the cold-faced cliffs, silent. There is a bit of softness in her, which makes the wandering travelers who stop by chance unable to stop, plucking the grass to explore the secluded place, searching for her thousands of times, just to get a glimpse of her pretty face.

The charm of long water flows with gentleness. As the sun rises and the moon sets, she has gained charm and sentiment. It is not Li Bai who poured thousands of miles, the water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, and was drunk with the phoenix singing and laughing at Confucius, but Li Yu who has nine winding ileum, a river of spring water, and countless tastes. I feel sad, but I don’t complain or roar, I just linger and quietly circle the mountain, one way after another. Turning to the peach blossoms outside the bamboo, I am afraid that she will be lonely and sad. They come in twos and threes, sparsely, rustling, and send fragrant and warm greetings through the wind. As for her, she is in love, that's it, even if it is her favorite mountain, the most infatuated tree, the most lingering green grassland, the most lingering Jia Jia to accompany the sweetheart on the water, the most affectionate place of indulgence in a reed. Like a hermit fishing on the water, he just spins and knots, then slides away gently and skillfully, gradually drifting away. With a wave of his hand, he only took away a fallen leaf, a few residual reds, and put away his exquisite makeup. The flawless white jade was used as the color, and the skylight and cloud shadows were used as a reflection. The grace is graceful, and the waves are still calm.

The charm of long water flows with peace and harmony. The sea is open to all kinds of rivers, and its broad mind can swallow up mountains and rivers. Its water has a long charm, it accepts rain, snow, frost and dew, and it tolerates all kinds of conditions in the world. The long road of thousands of miles has bypassed arrogant mountains and plunged into treacherous ravines. The dry desert has opened its arms and annihilated her, and the troubled swamp has spread the gossip array to confuse her. She smiled broadly and calmly. It's out of reach. If she takes a few more steps, the water will turn if she doesn't turn back. If you open your big mouth to devour her, give some of it, and then some of the sweet rain. The four seasons of long wind and rain, the rippling green water in spring, the wantonness of summer, the clarity of autumn as eyes, and the three feet of ice in winter.

If you need it, just stop for a moment longer, without asking for anything in return, and walk around the Tongshan Mountain in green clothes, nourishing all things silently. If you don’t need it, just sow a pipa, guzheng, and sheng in the mountains and flowing water, tinkling, drifting away.

The charm of long water flows with persistence. The water is brought from the two mountains, and it is not surprising to see through the clouds and crack the rocks. Sometimes the overhanging rapids turn into waterfalls, and the water flows straight down. Even if it falls into the abyss, there is still joyful singing. Sometimes there are thousands of rocks and ravines, and the cliffs turn to rocks. Even if you dance with pearls and fly away, you still won't give up. So what if the flowers are blooming? What if the grass is green? There are no need to wait for the flowers to fly all the way, thousands of green silks are flying softly in the air. Not obsessed with flowers, not leaning against rocks, I declined the invitation from Wei Wei Mountain and bid farewell to the attachment of the chirping birds. No matter there are thousands of towering peaks, thousands of valleys competing for beauty, no matter the sea of ​​clouds is neon and the smoke is lingering, just move forward in the clear and pure environment. Abandoning comfort and tranquility, we meandered all the way, smiling deliberately, and the endless horizon was far away. Search, hit a wall, search again, hit a wall again. Don't flinch when rocks are thrown through the sky, don't be discouraged when rough waves hit the shore. Finally, the clear jasper turned into roaring waves, and the silver carp with tail tail leaped into the long dragon at Jinmen.

The long rhythm of water flows with wisdom. A wise man enjoys water, and what he enjoys must be the endless wisdom and wisdom flowing through the twists and turns. Reminiscing about the past, bathing in the wind or dancing in the water, sighing by the water, the dead are like this, letting the grass and trees rustle, a song "Mountain Flowing Water", playing the piano, one after another green mountains, one river and one green water, gently Away from the hustle and bustle of the world. The gurgling water slowly enters the piano, and the vast rivers are free and easy. Whether you are proud and elegant, leading the way in the world, or walking alone in the world of poverty and wine, just like a reed, the wind and smoke are all clear, you can play in the clear stream, or you can fly in the fairyland. When grievances and grudges meet, there is only a smile, and love and hatred all flow away like water. You can take advantage of the fresh breeze on the water to blow away your fatigue, and fish in the Bixi River far away from the temple; you can catch the clear brilliance in the water, bring you coolness, stop your cup and ask about the length of the sun and the moon. Spring flowers and autumn moon are ordinary things, and golden bottles of sake trace the flow of time. The rhyme of the water is long, like a poet who sings and dances, using the green mountains as paper and the wilderness as a case, he improvises a long and mediocre poem, expressing endless freedom and ease, and endless transcendence.

The charm of long water flows with selflessness. The highest good is like water, a generous virtue carries all things, and goodness benefits all things without fighting. Along the way, the green mountains have been enriched, and even the trees on the precipitous cliffs have been dyed lush and green; the wasteland has been nourished, and the barren Gobi Desert has been made colorful. In the morning glow, the melodious singing of cocks and dogs barking; in the afterglow of the setting sun, the unrestrained laughter of raccoon girls and naughty children blooms. Years and months come and go, generations of creatures multiply, and the waterside that turns over and over again is their home where they live and work in peace and contentment. The scent of flowers and rice has drifted in over thousands of years, and there are fish and fishermen dancing in the water. Even if it is as shallow as a stream, what it brings out is clear and cool moisture, and the purity of the heart is sweet; if it is as strong as a river, what it brings is endless vitality and enterprising heartiness. Her shoulders are not only filled with the scenery of the four seasons, but also bear the burden of countless living beings, prosperous from generation to generation?

Author: Yunlan

Public account: Hongluoshan Academy