A Leisurely Stroll on the Western Suburb Tree-Lined Road
Since my mother moved to Hot Spring Garden, every time I pass Western Mountain Reservoir, I discover something different. During the National Day holiday, after leaving my mother's house, I had an impulse and toured most of the forest park.
Driving to the summit of Dabei Ding Mountain South Peak, Chaoyang Temple still lies quietly there. The yellowing leaves silently record the stories from the Qing Shunzhi era to the present. The lazy cat in the courtyard of the Mahavira Hall watches visitors with various thoughts come and go, still carefree, living by the saying 'wine and meat pass through the intestines' (meaning worldly indulgence).
The wooden shell boat is still moored quietly, waiting for the returning person holding an old ticket from Baihua Lane.
The huge boulder still stands solemnly, witnessing the seasonal color changes of the colorful trees, while the colorful trees listen to the cheerful laughter of the elderly and children.
Strolling along the wooden boardwalk beside the reservoir, one can enjoy the lush forests, beautiful trees, wildflowers, streams, reservoir, and man-made attractions. Everywhere is full of flowers and greenery, with lake and mountain scenery, a tranquil setting, and the air is refreshing!
Walking through Tangli Valley, I found Cha'an Village completely transformed. It seems to have become a landscape integrating a forest park, garden park, wetland park, and pastoral scenery. Architectures such as suspension bridges, boardwalks, small bridges, waterwheels, and wooden houses are arranged in a mix of Chinese and Western styles.
Turning around suddenly, I seemed to hear the low hum of a country song from the large waterwheel, so I took a 360-degree panoramic photo of it.
The park scenery is beautiful, the lake water is clear. Walking on the tree-lined path, taking a deep breath makes one feel refreshed!
An autumn moon slowly rises, round and slightly chilly. Looking back at the coffee shop and bar hidden in the night, the lights subtly become ambiguous. At this season, at that window, perhaps the same night reader appears?
The autumn wind picks up. Hand in hand, we stroll along the Western Suburb tree-lined road. Haha, a great feeling~~~
