“白鹭儿,最高格。毛衣新成雪不敌,众禽喧呼独凝寂……”我对白鹭的最初印象是在古诗里。不过,那种印象只能停留在诗情画意中,我无法让想象的翅膀飞得更远。盛夏,并非是观鹭的最佳时节,但我和两个摄影爱好者禁不住某些摄影博客的诱惑,驱车赶往丹东宽甸白鹭村。山路漫漫,溪水潺潺,一路风景迷人眼;天高云淡,阡陌绿染,空调车里醉神仙。白鹭村离我们越来越近,心中的那份期待也跟着强烈起来。终于,车子在白鹭村停了下来。晌午的阳光炙烤着大地,农家院里寂静如 “Egret children, the highest cell. New sweater snow intolerance, the public birds noisy solitary silence ... ” I was the first impression of egret in ancient poetry. However, that impression can only stay in the poetic, I can not imagine the wings fly farther. Summer, is not the best time to watch the egrets, but I and two photographers can not help but temptations of some photographic blogs, drove to the Dandong Kuandian white heron. Long mountain, gurgling streams, charming scenery all the way to the eye; sky clear, rice terraced road, air-conditioned car drunk immortal. Bailu village closer and closer to us, the hearts of the share also followed intense. Finally, the car stopped in the egret village. The sun at noon roasted the earth, the farm courtyard silence as