Boat drove to the terminal, the owner embracing arm of each man into a wet dock steps, urged a "careful, careful."
Boarded the final step, the immediate scene I was shocked. Is a desolate, is monotonous, or the cold, unfamiliar. But what is certain is that alone does not help when I was the most intense feelings.
I do not know that so I do?
In addition to terminals, there are two ways a gentle bend, extend to a seat house. The other way vertically upward, leading to where?
Let me help some fear, I decided to follow the flow of people walking.
Road is very narrow, side by side, can only take two or three individuals, doors open, men play cards, and a woman were sitting on the roadside, small stools, in the weaving. Crowd gradually dispersed, have returned to their homes, shoulders the weight of the bag, I feel, but added the eyes of those men and women to prove that we are startling.
There was no transport, no hotels, only a few street vendors. While we are in despair, she, a good-hearted people, one I will never forget the people will take us out of trouble. An instant, with accommodation, with eating and drinking, as well as a tour guide.
Zhuge Liang was a "not to be good and not for a small, small and whom not to be evil", I should keep firmly in mind.
Maybe you think I am long-winded, maybe you just want to know the distance line, spending, and the scenery and other real things, but sometimes we come back from somewhere, remember it is not the scenery, but happen to them or around them thing.
After everything settled, we think of the sea, beach. Zhang teachers, tour guides, a retired teacher quoted us the old road.
He asked how we would go here, very few people know there ah.
The line of patients reaching the dark tunnel not see five fingers, and we immediately became blind.
"Open arms and just move forward." Although Zhang guide say so, but our footsteps, or gingerly, wary of fall, run into a wall.
The feeling of walking in the dark, exotic and exciting out from the darkness, he saw the light slightly, but also another kind of joy.
The island mountain flowers everywhere, flocks of butterflies dancing around them, we dispersed the arrival of their quiet joy. Road side of ripe wild berries, and dark red, sour-sweet. An inconspicuous Cave, he is dripping, dripping springs, cool, sweet, we are greedy to carry with bottles and jars are filled with the.
In order to increase travel Xing, Zhang lead to abandon the usual walking paths, with that we open up new trails. Really has fallen and climb along the way, there is a guide and even Zhang also got lost, but the way how much laughter.
A few behind a rock in front of fan-shaped beach. Dark complexion, valuables, full of crab holes drilled, not far from light waves chasing each other. Quickly pictures of it, but worthy of pictures of, remember where too much. Bitten the tail of the elephant, a long kiss with giant crocodile, the sleeping white shark is honest, is that the elderly, the magic Pearl of the Orient, lying granite Shilong, to its narrow spine on the walk, you there must be a little courage, as well as the legend of Chang guided self-compiled stories, all these, a few.
Cool and clean offshore winds, we are free in this one or that one sit on a rock, had not the slightest dust. Director Zhang said that they often wash clothes on the rocks to dry. That night, we also tried a return to good results.
In the evening, Tian Sean down, the horizon of the red clouds and blue water was silhouetted against the people intoxicated with each other, while Chang-mediated enthusiasm made us moved.
The next day, we need a boat to Shanghai. Zhang guided himself to take us to the pier and accompany us Hou boats, enjoins us to be careful on the road, upon arrival, will certainly give him a call.
Small Yangshan trip together before and after 24 hours, but may be it will never let me forget.
Author: freedom133
