Shaoxing, the chapter returns to visit and sometimes travel with the group I do not like the travel way, step by step where to get a lot of had to, etc., can be major forces else, and was leading the tour guide tired of the small pennant Benming, in order to unified arrangement of the too hungry can not eat, the Ministry of hunger have to eat all these, let me sweep a lot of travel, leisure elegant.
Yet, despite all, take a good walk is better than not do. I finally was on the bus unit reported.
Ke Yan stone the early years, I heard Keyan Scenic Area in the development, for production of artificial landscape, which I do not care. Keyan can be reached, but were amazed at its Creative design. Shanghai Park Road is generally flat in neat, all kinds of man-made landscape is also a painstaking pursuit of modernity. But the charm of nature can not be pretentious, and unique mountain, water, Deputy seamless, one must be called. There are boulders in the water, there are giant stone Buddha, while the Buddha's side before the erection of the rocks on the detailed, curl smoke, as if that devout believers dedicated to the everlasting incense.
Ke Yan, is a quarry in ancient times, and now people find something more profitable than the quarry, so stopped the pile of meat like mining, leaving behind scarred mountain, its hard to bare for the batch after batch of visitors on the product its "steep."
Tour began enthusiastically arrange things to talk about legends, I do not want to hear it halfway up the mountain to see the rise of the temple, then straight up the stairs, large forces have been surrounded in the following guides, a few people inside and outside the temple, ears ringing bells rang Voice, censers of smoke-filled, my heart would seem to be too general, beneath pure washed up, this is my favorite kind of feeling, such as when it was a sight to behold Jiuhuashan.
East Lake water in 98 years, came to East Lake in October, about the relationship between the seasons, and could feel where bare, mountains and lakes are like a martial arts film set in the same Jiangqi full.
Thus revisiting travel mood is not high, but to slow down the pace of the walk at random.
However, the spring of generosity to the East Lake, a red makeup and pink dots on the shore, willow shore, catkin swirling, Ying Ti Yan dance, if not unique in that Ye YE Wu Pengchuan Shaoxing, an accurate walk through at the foot of the narrow a small bridge opening, I thought themselves in Yangzhou, chief lake that!
Great forces have disappeared not see, only occasionally Choujian 12 friends, like scattered drops in the lake, boat. I sat on the floor at the shore, not far from sitting on a bench dusk of the elderly in the face of unlimited spring, delivery sandwiched hands, motionless, as if in the sunset years of the same condensation. He is a farm outside the park do? Or drive the boat, tired, rest of the boatman? But he certainly is not the tourists come and gone. His eyes there is no free, no adventures, only watch, constant watch. Suddenly I envy him: mountains and rivers Yunzhi How can it be impetuous passing can experience?
Lanting's bamboo Yonghe nine years of a spring, Wang Xizhi with friends away from Orchid Pavilion, surrounded by a fellow friend, before your eyes are Maolin Xiuzhu, the beauty of the pipa, he could not help but poetry big time, traditional Chinese ink brush and wrote the famous "Orchid Pavilion Preface ", so that future generations emulating, or even that unique artworks attributed to loess with Huizong, reputation is still enduring. Died before he could, while the Orchid Pavilion, has given us endless reverie.
Orchid Pavilion, the original is just a small open pavilion of workers, but now has developed into a radius of several miles of the garden.
A hurry in the morning early, we have to go. Later, I recall, it is precisely this opportunity, only to feel the charm of the Orchid Pavilion. As early as, in addition to our almost no other visitors, stepped into the garden door, I seem to suddenly fall into a hundred years ago that Orchid Pavilion Mimizaza my child surrounded by bamboo, and stained with dew Green Nennen of swaying bamboo, all due around the quiet, only not far from a friend whispers, faint stream of flowing water with the mountains looming in the ears, a surge of orchids, the aroma of diffusion in the quiet leafy green branches, the dense forest, I suddenly heard the Pieces blowing Is it really that long ago spring day in this again? Mother called them, the original is not an illusion, there are two girls in the show "pipa" in tune. However, stand in this real, mottled is still erect among the Orchid Pavilion, the present is a bamboo forest hill and dale, the small stream trickling sluggishly flowing never cease, no one may be tempted to fondle beautiful pavilion railings sculpture, thought it was brilliant Xi of .
. However, despite this spring is here and this bamboo in this water, despite the existence of the "orchestral string and wind music of-sheng", even though descendants of the ancestors painstakingly pet - geese are also raised up, but be able to reproduce what is it Which? About the most comfort point is to let people believe that perhaps a hundred years later some people would be so remembered yourself!
Author: heitoufa
