Travel Notes of Xi Maoshan's "Ming Yu Pavilion"

Travel Notes of Xi Maoshan's "Ming Yu Pavilion"

In the spring of March, the wind and the sun, the Wanmu spit new, the mountains and the wild, a new look, birds and birds, flowers and flowers, everywhere is full of vitality. The Mingying Pavilion is still cold and clear, and occasionally there are idle farmers, squatting pipes, quietly sitting, exudes a thick sense of tobacco and earth, and there is a soft buzzing sound. The sound of the fish pond is leaking, and the water lily in the pond has already been paved with a new awning. It also seems to have a tarmac, hovering in the air, eager to try. There is no child stalk in the porch of the pond. The fish are also free and comfortable. They will sway the boat and draw it. There is an empty space at the end of the cloister, filled with a variety of fitness equipment, although no children play, but also add a bit of fun to the adults. On the periphery of the pavilion, there are puddles made of creek stones; the flowers and trees inside are only a few hurry, revealing the yellow-yellow belly, which is slightly inconsistent with the surrounding, a bit monotonous. The grass secretly sneaked out of the messy Shifengli, revealing the unique local culture of the mountains, and the rough and casual artistic style. A few willow trees on the side of the pavilion were like three nights without sleep. They had already loosened their eyes and hung their heads, showing a special peace. The bright sunshine in the sky is venting, making people feel full of the ocean. The warm air is filled with the smell of pollen and scent, and it is intoxicated with the warmth of the wind. Not far away, there were a few soft bird calls, which made people add a little drowsiness. Suddenly, the gongs and cymbals screamed loudly, such as thundering ears, deafening, high and low, like a screaming, although the melody is not beautiful, a bit rough, but the meaning is screaming, you must not take a branch to dial .

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