A few days ago, our poetry club and a group drove to the Bashan Grand Canyon to collect the wind, and was shocked by its beautiful scenery. After returning, I told my relatives and friends that I must go to the Bashan Grand Canyon to play once in my life. After Mr. Li returned, he took the lead in writing all the way to see the news. He posted it in the poetry community and picked a few words as follows. It seems that I have to work harder. Vine Valley has seen the army rest for a long time, and the number of people has been swinging for a long time. There was no car at the bridge, and the wind jumped the whip. Tujia girl cloth clothes are embellished with lace, and the fragrance of her hands is sung before her seat. If she has not seen it in person, Bashan Hexin has a fairy. She wants to go to the top of the compass to go to the 18 bends of Qingyun, and she helps her to talk and solve the serial. At noon, I saw the hot steamed buns, but it was a drawer mountain in the southeast. The water in Yuquan Cave is suspected to be from the bottom of the dragon, and the thunder rolls out of the platform. One head into the deep pool, the illusion of a few beads blooming. Half of the two dragon waterfalls are not visible, and the river is hanging straight down the crystal curtain. The curtain cage fell and ran down, and countless cockroaches were flooded. Where the gate stone flew to the iron stone, the green green is three feet deep. The wind came back here, and the turbid waves beat the door. A few trees in Taoxi were planted around the house, and the world was cut in March. Qingxi did not wake up and the spring breeze was drunk, but opened on the peach blossom face. Flower fragrance people have been swollen everywhere, and they are still in the white clouds. After years of agricultural affairs, follow the yellow calendar and turn to the blue sky of the late smoke column. The door is against the mountains and the autumn moon, and the dream returns to half-stay osmanthus style. There is no need to ask about the business of Xiancun, only look at the south slope. Taoxi Valley picks up fun empty valley smoke and is in a hurry, and even the peaks are swollen with green and white clouds. Then follow the plank road to the secluded environment, intake the sound of the stream into the fishing rod. The child did not ask Panasonic, and the skylight only looked in the water. The village mountain did not solve the tourists' satisfaction, and the peach blossoms were scattered to make the road wide. At night, the ferry was parked by the tree car at the beginning of the month, and it was light and cool. The sky was thin and the light was soft and the old. The bamboo rocking style was thin and the clear posture was thin with my temperament. The ferry head was ashamed of the east flowing water, and there was no idle worry to put into it. Huanglian Village is the secret village of Jingba people, and the painting is empty and hanging. The wind came to Tujia first to ask the bamboo, and the clouds passed Yuling and bowed their heads. Zhilan planted the yellow one, and the years were not shocked by the white feathers. Suspected to be a new place in Taoyuan, Huaxi day and night, the village flow. Elephant cave is not a heavy sky, and I recognize the great thousand. It is a great victory for Zhang Gongchuan's works, such as Lin Wang's mother's peach. Xiaoyao's immortals are in the clouds, and the vast star river is suspended with tears. The ancient cliffs are impenetrable, and the Zen heart is half-open like water.