Sanshandao set foot on the moment, suddenly found a home as a home. Tonight we will spend here, but also a wonderful night, with fresh air, bright stars and a blazing bonfire, melodious singing, of course, the most important thing is there are so many like-minded friends.
I remember once there and friends camping in the wilderness, facing a sky full of l'etoile, he can not help but reflect: "Man this life is really short-ah, like ants, just like. As we spend the night here today, tomorrow gone, landscape remains the same, but the We already disappeared. "His words, in this open space between heaven and earth to listen to the secluded enough people in the sorrowful tears immediately after the epiphany. We can not let life span, but we can obtain an unlimited expansion of the meaning of life. Again and again on her own luggage, and walking in between the mountains and rivers, perhaps to make life more of a color.
Sky gradually late sunset go back, the night under the Sanshandao, in addition to spray beating Taihu Lake stone clatter and the spring breeze whistling passing the mountains, the quiet one. At this point, we have come to the bonfire lit, and a shiny red fire Dingding tents, shiny red Da Huoer face. Warm up the camp immediately. Another side of the barbecue stove, barbecue Zizimaoyou fragrance emitting a thick, "cited numerous meals cat Jingzhe Yao." The activities of the day, everyone was already hungry, too busy to think of anything at this time. Bonfire Lane, then thrown into the sweet potato, potato, that was the authentic country flavor. Reminds me of those in rural areas spent a happy childhood. Thank you for everyone has been quietly light a fire, roasting things Laoyan, boil water, soup, boiled coffee and Qiuhong Lingyun.
After the meal, singing sounded generous at first a rugged Lingyun's "Mongol," always felt that the clouds should be grown in the Mongolian prairie guy, otherwise, how has such a wide breadth of vision, so "fat" defended by the body . Next Laoyan a deep feeling "in that distant place" Da Huoer won warm applause, people have suspected him of those in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is reverie when the story. (Hehe :-)) followed by our "running account Writers" Webb played sang Da Huoer do not understand the English songs, impressions, he sang for a long time, perhaps not quite to repeatedly, like broken needle The phonograph, (Hehe, webb Do not hit me, I drink, and maybe they did not remember clearly)
Songs drift, Da Huoer's interest is also rising, with the head of each song, always all of them to sing along with them, from childhood to "listen to Mama was the last story," to the Old Cui's "Huafangguniang" sing all over all the children can remember the songs. Am glad that we still remember those old popular songs of the moving. Finally, the Lao Yan should be everyone's requirements and performing traditional performances of his comic monologues --- "If I have a 20000," has been heard several times, but the sound is so interesting, could not help but tickled pink. It was suggested that: "20000 is now nothing, and because of the change to two million." If we really have two million, we still like this free, and freely with the drinking, singing, laughing happily do?
Late at night, and drink down the "Double pot," then gradually attack, and a bit dizzy, but happy. In front of everything seems like a dream, hazy, I see people laughing, some singing, some dancing, and others ...., oh, I went to bed. Tent really warm, lovely comfortable home.
Middle of the night, Jiuxing, tents outside the wind comes up, faintly hear the grunts, and whisper to whisper. A romantic night, there is always a romantic story.
Once again woke up, the sun has been rotten from the top tents come in, another sunny day. Outside the tent to hear a few people speak loudly, it is ZHANG Chen, Tao Kun, magic, 3 Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan there is a small Laoyan. Get up it, "early bird gets the worm" I have already begun to miss the hometown of the family's breakfast.
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