Fuxian Lake's Gushan Island, Gushan is not alone
Perhaps it's the guidance of fate.
I just wanted to take a break on my way back from Shiping, and then, Fuxian Lake was the most suitable distance, so I came here.
Before going to bed, the housekeeper specifically reminded me that there was a terrace upstairs where I could watch the sunrise. Then, I waited for the sunrise all night.
At around five o'clock, there was some faint light outside the window. I got up and glanced at Fuxian Lake opposite, which was still a pale blue night, and it was still early.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright, and I hurriedly opened the curtains. Ah, it's beautiful, the lake is sparkling, and there is a small island not far away, like a small boat.
The sun poured into the room, the beautiful scenery entered my eyes and heart, and I felt like I was revived.
At breakfast, I looked at the guide given by the housekeeper again, and it turned out that the small island was Gushan Island, and the opposite was Gushan that I always wanted to climb.
The fun of not planning a trip is that you will always meet what you want unexpectedly.
So, I boarded the boat to Gushan Island alone.
Perhaps it was too early, or perhaps the name of Gushan was not in line with the New Year's thoughts. Anyway, I was the only one on the big boat, and I was the only one on the island at that moment, as if I had chartered the island.
I walked aimlessly on the island, which was not a bustling island. There were ancient trees and pavilions, winding paths leading to secluded places, birds and wind.
The couplet on the pavilion at the top of the peak is very interesting: 'Bright moon with loneliness, here to open up the heart will throw away endless troubles, not alone, not partisan, from the beginning to see the world let the great rivers and mountains into the embrace like a picture like a poem. Perhaps after the ancients felt sad about the moon, they finally let go.
There is another couplet: 'A lonely peak embraces a fairyland, and the green water around refuses the red dust. I can't help but think that in ancient times, it was probably not easy to go to and from the island, so the physical isolation from the world might be the origin of the island's name.
The mountains in the distance are like rouge, the wind on the lake makes the leaves rustle, the water birds are not afraid of people, they fly around on their own, and then land on the branches to watch me. In the quiet wind, you can faintly hear the pop songs playing at the entrance of the scenic area.
Ha, nowadays, there are no deserted islands that can refuse the red dust.
Standing at the highest point of the small island, overlooking this sea.
In this journey of life, the end is the same. The heart decides where to go, loneliness and prosperity, each gets what they wish for.
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