Confucius Temple Travels

My hometown of Baisha is a thousand-year old town. There are not only many historical monuments, but also countless natural scenery. The national forest park, Datun Cave, is a typical representative.

This is a Sunday in early summer. In the early morning, the blue sky is embedded with cashmere-like white clouds. The sun's father-in-law reveals a long-lost smile, and the golden sun gently touches the earth.

It’s a good weather! Our family of three quickly prepared for travel, came to the bus station, and took the bus to the long-awaited goal of the Confucius Temple in Dagudong.

As soon as the car passed Yongxing, it entered the mountain. The car crawled on the winding mountain road, and the window was full of fascinating sights: the rolling hills in the distance rushed to the verdant summer dress; the dense wildflowers on the nearby hillsides vie with each other; the clear creek The mountains and the road sang songs and rushed down; the tall trees on both sides of the road had already opened a top green umbrella, which sent a piece of shadow to the distant guests... Which is this intoxicating picture? Master masterpiece?

At ten o'clock, after more than an hour of trek, we finally reached the destination - Confucius Temple. Just stepping out of the car door, a mountain wind rushed to the face. Wow, so cool! So cool! The hard work of the journey was blown away without a trace. We are enjoying this boundlessness. Suddenly, a burst of flowing water came. Looking up, there is a small stream running not far ahead. A beautiful creek! The pebbles at the bottom of the river are not only different in shape, but also rich in color. When the sun shines, the stream becomes colored. The hordes of fish walked leisurely between the pebbles, occasionally jumping out of the water, flashing a silver light in the air, scratching the calm stream, splashing the blossoming water, and we were shocked. call. The green peaks on both sides of the strait are reflected in the stream of Qingling Ling, showing us a proud figure. In the stone piles on the shore, from time to time, one or two crabs will climb out, waving two big pliers arrogantly, as if warning us that this is its site. The creek walked through the forest, sometimes from time to time, and the pulsating elf captured our hearts.

After lunch at noon, we crossed the ladder and visited Swan Lake. Our hearts were again and again shocked by the beauty of the mountains.

We hang around and taste the joy of body and mind, forgetting the passage of time. Until the sun's lips kissed the foothills to the west, the evening glow waved at us in the sky, and we woke up and hurried on the way home. Behind him, the afterglow of the setting sun gave the three silent shadows to the silent mountain forest, leaving a string of rapid footsteps.

Sixth grade of Shiba Street National Primary School: Li Rongfan