Autumn breeze brings coolness, red leaves are pleasant, Gubei Water Town

The summer heat is gone, and the mid-autumn breeze is here. The whole mountain is dyed with red gold, which is the pretty red leaves.

Once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, the capital will enter the red season for a few days. Everyone counted the days until mid-October, and the heat of this golden autumn is almost here. There is a custom of appreciating red leaves in Beijing because there is a Xiangshan Park. The red leaves of Xiangshan Park are its signature. In the past, only Beijingers went to climb Xiangshan in autumn and autumn. Now autumn tour groups departing from all over Beijing also include Xiangshan in their itinerary. In addition, people of all nationalities living in Beijing also go to Xiangshan in autumn, so that they can not only spend a day of "cool autumn", but also enjoy their own dry food and cool white flowers among the red leaves. In the past, when visiting Xiangshan to enjoy the red leaves, you spread your legs and slowly swayed across the path, but now it doesn't work, you have to run around the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain. Otherwise, the red leaves everywhere would be taken off as bookmarks. I don’t know if they were taken home to make medicinal wine for drinking.

Nowadays, there are too many tourists visiting Xiangshan Mountain to see the red leaves. On the way to Xiangshan Mountain, people are jammed and parked for more than ten miles, standing at the end of the queue where ghosts can’t even see the traffic jam on the road down the mountain. I don't argue with them, I go to the suburbs far away, there are mountains in the distance, and there must be red leaves in the distant mountains.

I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down, hey, the mountains are really beautiful in autumn, Mo Yanjun went early.

Turning around, I saw a village without smoke at the foot of the mountain, and it was very autumn in the village from a distance.

"A trip to two or three miles, there are four or five houses in a small village. There are six or seven pavilions and eight or ninety flowers."

I went down the mountain to visit the village. There are seven-level pagodas in the village, so they must have been donated by great benefactors, right?

Looking at the wild temples with mountain monks in the distance, the chimes and drums do not smell smoke or float.

Looking back, on the top of the mountain is the wall I just climbed over.

"Warning the dangerous beacon fire, the mountains lead to high festivals. Rolling the Jingjing leisurely, drinking horses out of the Great Wall."

At the entrance of the village, you have to climb over a wall.

Go over this wall and you will meet a river.

It doesn't matter, there is a bridge in front of the city gate building.

As soon as you enter the village, the scenery is so beautiful in autumn.

As soon as autumn comes, Li Qingzhao will chant "Sky and autumn light, turn the feeling of sadness, and explore Jinying to know the Chongyang Festival. The first test of thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, the wind, the rain, and the coolness".

There is no old elm tree at the entrance of the village, so there is no place to hang the famous bell. Village meetings will be held in such a square.

The green trees are slightly yellow, and the small buildings are dressed in red.

There are many locust trees in northern villages, and Qiuhuai is like this.

The willow leaves are blowing with the wind, and the Sophora japonica flowers are nowhere to be seen. The mountain steps get higher and higher, and the gray tiles reach the treetops.

Villagers live in houses along the river.

The meandering water flows deep in the mountains, and the low eaves on both sides of the bank dry clothes and fur. Red and yellow through the autumn wind, colorful and woven silk spreads brocade.

Fan Zhongyan once lamented that "the sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are cold and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky catches the water. The grass is ruthless, and it is outside the setting sun."

When the river is full, they build houses on the hillside. The mountain people have good legs and feet, and they climb up the high slopes enthusiastically. Looking far away from the slope, the house is full of northwest wind.

Look at the closed mountain flowers of the small house, not hanging fish, but carved.

Look at its roof ridge again. There is no ridge at both ends, but it is raised up. This is called "juansha", which is more common in the south, but rare in the north.

Since there is a winding river, it must be good for sailing.

"Red Polygonum flowers are fragrant and the shore is thick, and the green spring water flows eastward. The light boat is easy to chase."

A big house of a big family. High houses, high walls and high steps, red vines, red windows and red shirts.

Although there are rivers in the village, there are still streets.

The door of the empty street is half open, pretending to be self-conscious. The wine is fragrant and the fish is beautiful, no one pays attention to it.

Of course, there are shops on both sides of the street, selling some chicken and dog bits and pieces.

And there are street lights.

Food is the most important thing for the people, and the villagers here are also drying their food in front of their homes.

There are also small alleys on both sides of the street, in which Su Dongpo said "people in Xiyan should be the happiest, cooking spring cakes with celery and bamboo shoots".

There is even a church in the village.

This small church is very special. Although it looks like a foreign church, there are pure Chinese bronze bells hanging on it. And there is a sink outside the door that is only available in Muslim mosques. There are some people walking in at the door. They don't look like local villagers, but tourists like me. I followed them in, wanting to see which bodhisattvas were enshrined inside. As a result, there were no foreign Buddha statues in the church, and the altars were empty.

I'll come out and wash my hands.

The splash of water breaks like black silk, washing away the dirt and mud.

Autumn here is the time when the red leaves are in abundance and the red vines are rolling.

There is a vine under the eaves, and the frost comes to dye the autumn red. Unlike spring flowers, light and shadow become Chicheng.

The alleys of yellow leaves are deep, and the alchemy stretches outside the wall.

The red leaves hang on the top of the wall, and the beautiful girls stand at the bottom of the wall. Don't let the autumn scenery pass away, don't shoot for nothing.

Catch where to climb and where to show off your beauty, this vine is better than Xiaoqiang.

Soaring into the sky, she became a beauty, and Hongye smiled.

Red clothes alley, red clothes, gray tiles, wooden doors and stone stairs.

First pluck the Shang strings to play the red tune, and then play the palace silk and sing the golden tune. The jade girl knows who to smile at, and her face is full of yellow flowers.

In September, the maple leaves are as red as fire, and everyone on the road is blindfolded.

Green trees wear wrinkled clothes when they encounter frost, and tall buildings are unearthed with red robes.

Looking at willows along the river? Go with the flow? No! Ran Ran can't keep the autumn colors, the streets are full of red leaves.

The autumn scenery in the garden couldn't be closed, and a branch of red vine hung down.

The red leaves drip down the eaves, and the beauty smells the fragrance.

Sitting on the sill of a red leaf, no one stepped forward to push the door.

The walls are full of vermilion dew street signs, and the big hermit is hidden in the city.

Once the wall turns, it is Zhujiajiao.

After the autumn wind in the mountain village, everywhere is red.

What a big tree, covered with golden leaves. There is no ginkgo fruit on the branch, only a bright piece.

As the sun sets in the west, the red gradually fades away, and the shadows of the trees are all over the Xixi Bridge.

At sunset, the repaired Great Wall on the top of the mountain is illuminated by lights.

The battlements on the city wall were all gone, and the enemy towers were not climbed at night, and people stood on the distant city wall to watch. I'm not in those people, I'm operating the camera.

Standing here, you can also see the small red leaf village at the foot of the mountain.

After looking around enough, I have to go down the path up the mountain beside the city wall.

Go back to the village to see the red night. Check out the Red Leaf Gate.

"The courtyard at dusk is desolate and anxious. When I wake up, I worry about the past. It's like an eternal night, with a bright moon and an empty bed. I hear the sound of anvil pounding, the sound of gnats is thin, and the sound of leakage is long." This is Li Qingzhao's heartbroken tune.

Look at this door, a half-height fence door is added outside the door, which is only the case in the south. Moreover, such a fence gate is not outside the courtyard gate, but should be outside the door facing the side street. Anyway, that's what it means.

Look at the window of red leaves.

The red curtains on the idle windows of the small courtyard are rolled up, and the shadows are heavy as the west wind blows. A candlelight flickers, and two window lattices hide the traces of autumn.

The lights reflect the pagoda, and the pagoda is full of pearls.

Street lights in the dark. Broken alleys every year, lonely lights every night.

Under the street lamps, there is a stream of flowing water. The spring water attracts natural music, and the wine glass is intoxicating.

There are also narrow alleys under street lights. The depression is slight, and the flickering lights are sad.

In order not to be sad, there must be pedestrians in the alley. Where are the people in the dark night, the alley lights go down.

Song Dingbo of Nanyang, when he was young, met ghosts at night. Asked, the ghost said: "I am a ghost." The ghost asked: "Who are you?" Dingbo lied to him, saying: "I am also a ghost." The ghost asked: "Where do you want to go?" Answer: "Where do you want to go?" Wanshi." The ghost said, "I also want to go to Wanshi." So he did.

Walking deep into the alley, you can sit down and eat a bowl of noodles. Because there is no shop waiter shouting outside the door, so this is not a cheap food, you can eat it with peace of mind.

At the end of the alley, there is a cottage door. Looking at the pavilion across the river, golden light shines up and down.

There is an arch bridge on the river, and there are lights under the bridge. There is no fishing fire on the water, and the lights are generated by electricity.

The fish lamp hanging on the door must be a seafood shop.

Sure enough, there was fish in the shop.

After dark, the Escort Bureau hung up the "Zhudao" flag, no matter who came, kick three feet before talking.

Everyone in the village loves to sing big plays, what kind of plays does Hongye Xiaocun sing? Of course it is "Chisang Town".

After the play, the streets are empty.

"Leaves are falling and fragrant. The night is silent, and the cold sound is shattered. The pearl curtain rolls over the jade building, and the sky is light and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year tonight, the moon is shining like a practice, and the length is thousands of miles away."

Even the models in the store were so sleepy that they closed their eyes.

"Hanging and hurting the soft intestines, sleepy and delicate eyes, wanting to open or close."

Go home and go to bed!

Sheng Ge scattered, people go back. After the autumn wind, the emerald green is exhausted, and Dukang is accompanied by red sigh and frost. The dew turns into frost in the dream.