In crowded buses, sweat like rain note. Payable to catch a glimpse of "western Zhejiang fairyland - White Horse Cliff" in a section. Suddenly want to close it, put it's arms. To do something that, in the rush of contact, we took advantage of seven over the weekend and his party, to close to that beautiful dream.
White Horse Cliff is located in Lin'an City, Zhejiang Longjing bridge township territory, belonging to the west side of West Zhejiang Grand Canyon. 120 kilometers east of Hangzhou, 118 kilometers west of Huangshan. Mountains and water, there is a pavilion with stone-ko blue sky and white clouds. As her name, poetic and passionate.
After a long drive, when the White Horse Cliff suddenly leap into the eyes of our friends, emotion, said: "This is the original is in my mind the 'paradise' ah." Mountains and the wind is very cool, even under the scorching sun, do not seem to feel the heat . Saw that Guanghui, saw that the blue sky and white clouds, you want to get close to her impulse "almost certain."
Women have the same car, dressing in place, silk skirt with thick crust of pine high slippers, see I am a bit stunned. Of course, she would not "close to" White Horse Cliff. Call a mountain bamboo sedan, cursory only.
However, we can not wait to get off long been ready to make trouble. Wait until the door opened, the whole runaway like the Mustang, surging out. Water, and towels are our essential. Climbing wading is our pleasure. Hug her, kiss her, is what we had in mind. Streams murmuring, from a variety of stones between the jump; mountain breeze blowing gently from the side of our cheeks blowing, flying overhead waterfall falling from a mountain stream toward that high and low, into a blue lake in that water, "Aoyama faint water, far away. "
Good-bye, all the hubbub; Good-bye, all the hustle and bustle; Good-bye, tall forests; Good-bye, computer radiation. Unwilling to listen to tour guides rhetoric, whether it is taking a bath Daoyi Dutch Hsien Ku's "Fairy Lake" or a cliff shaped like the White Horse's "White Horse Cliff," we have to go Taguo feet, a hand to touch,用心去感受.
With the hearts and soles of the feet Keys streams of varying depth, step by step, flow gently Wenshang my Jiaoya, sometimes cool and sweet, sometimes warm and rough. If this earth there are spiritual. Well, here, the mountains, it is full of Aura, but here the water is full of savvy.
I left to see is the perseverance of the foothills; I look at the right is the "Fei Liu Mashimo 3000-foot" waterfall, so overwhelming diarrhea down, opened her arms, no arrests, the uninhibited manner ... ...; my last of view, is the blue sky and white clouds; my next view, is the gurgling streams. Could not help but bend down to touch her, "Shimizu without shrimp," the word suddenly jumped into the brain. Heat, and towels can be anywhere in the invasion, clearly looking to see their fingers and towels dance. Thirsty, and there Qingqing the spring, along the flow of Xintian your mouth.
Corner of each mountain, there are selling very thoroughly burned bamboo shoots, there is a clean-clear cucumber. Also be borne in cheaper. Hillside areas, has also had other people's. This thought of "the depths of someone in the family, Bai Yun," poem. Leisurely The farmer's wife doing her thing, reminiscent of "sunrise and sunset," the peaceful life. Extremely hot when the col, the holding watermelon mountain spring water infiltration, we Earned dripping, happiness is so easy to come.
Fairy play wave, Dan furnace Shen Ding, Buddha sat customs, cliff divine book, the White Horse Yufeng, nine days Milky Way, ranging Tianchi blue water ... .... We Shangcuanxiatiao, unity, fraternity, or deep valleys diameter, or hundred steps waterfalls, or Pitan pan-wave ... ... it seems everywhere has a different taste, it seems that what's inside Zen, people let them go, has been continue to explore.
Jump tiesuoqiao, we energetically shook with and watch "before Buzhuo village, after Buzhuo Store" panic-stricken tourists, quietly funny. Came back, they met a high shoes loose woman, indifference and hard eyes, sitting in a sedan chair, and maybe shoot a photo, even if the came of the White Horse Cliff Mody?
"Do not, and White Horse Cliff," a friend said, "here, take root, sprout it?" Can not stay here, we still struggle tomorrow. However, I will treasure every scene here, and the sun under the most brilliant friendship.
Author: moneysick
