Wood King Rhododendron

The wood King's azalea bloomed.

Perhaps this winter is too cold and too long, which makes people have too many expectations for spring. Knowing that I am a netizen from Zhen'an, I posted to me two months ago: are the azaleas in bloom there? Many friends in and out of the mountains also send the same message in different forms. Guess, they must all be uncontrollable and ready to jump. I am not sure to answer them, because the rare freezing disaster in winter may have a certain impact on the Rhododendron. If the flowers don't bloom, it won't spoil a friend's interest.

Spring River warm duck prophet. Newsmen always catch the news first: the azalea of Muwang is in full bloom! Last night, I saw a moving picture from the local TV "local news". The bright azalea bloomed in the mountains, which was very beautiful and spectacular. Somehow, I couldn't help getting excited.

Muwang's ten mile Rhododendron corridor, in the deep mountains and forests in the south of Qinling Mountains, was once "raised in the boudoir, which people didn't know".

How many times have I been there? Every time, I have a lot of feelings. While marveling at the magical nature, I can't help feeling a little melancholy for another great sacrifice.

In the early years, it was a sea, a vast sea of forests. Towering ancient trees form a green barrier, covering the watershed of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River with a mysterious veil. The king of wood, the real king of wood in the south of Qinling Mountains.

In this inaccessible forest, the big black bear is the one who shocks. Only the antelope is qualified to compete with it, but the antelope will not attack easily; The brown sheep were driven to the cliff to make a living. They envy the deer and rabbits wandering in the forest. In fact, the most comfortable thing is the fish chasing and playing with each other in the sparkling stream. Even if the giant salamander swims by, it is dangerous. When the sun was shining, the old turtle climbed on the red stone to dry his armor, like a hermit drying wet scriptures. Wild flowers and weeds just set off the role. Of course, the protagonist is an old tree.

Trees grow at will, live and die by themselves, fall is decayed, grow is common life, is magical.

Never thought, never thought of the potential crisis approaching step by step. I can vaguely hear the honing sound of open-minded knives and axes, and run towards them -- the primeval forest

In the 1950s and 1960s. The big knife of "making iron and steel" cut them off; The "Xiangyang Chongqing" Iron Army is marching towards them. A woodcutter named "5760" and "5761" went upstream from the Han River. After three years of logging, a piece of virgin forest was cut down, and the ancient trees held by several people fell down. It was continuously discharged in this "canal" and transported to the Xiangfan Chongqing line. "5760" and "5761" are gone. A full-time team was born. Cutting, processing, transportation and marketing are a chain. Construction and cutting are out of balance on the balance of interests. Nature is making a great counterattack against human Jedi, frequently committing violence, flooding, landslides and geological disasters.

It seems that the creator also moved his heart of compassion when he exerted great power. After a balance, when thousands of ancient trees fall, Rhododendron, a cold resistant plant under the shade, will see the sun again and be reborn. Year after year, a banded Rhododendron forest extends for more than ten miles in the hawkbeak stone area of Muwang. In spring, Rhododendron shows its vitality. Once upon a time, people discovered this wonder. "Ten Mile Rhododendron red", a magnificent natural landscape, finally has the day to show respect to the world. The state has officially identified it as a forest park to attract tourists from all over the world.

Walking in the Azalea Forest under the green mountains and waters. The clear stream, the blue sky and the flying eagle are intertwined into a smart landscape flower and bird painting. I scooped a handful of water, drank it, then covered my cold and wet hands on my face, moistened my lungs, sobered my mind, and left the melancholy smell of the river in my mouth. I thought of a popular poem by Li Bai: "in Shu, I heard of Zigui birds, and in Xuancheng, I saw azaleas. One call, one ileum break, and three BA in March."

The wood King Rhododendron is the best in the world, and the spring comes at the right time. Friend, come on! There are fragrant sugarcane wine, unique bacon, warm and hospitable Muwang people, shouting folk songs will also make you soft and drunk!