Go to Wenzhou is directed at well-known to the world of the Wild Goose, in the hottest days of the year, I sat the night of the trains to be it. Wenzhou Dawn gave me the first gift is: Showers early break.
Oujiang water is turbid, the ferry is a bustling, pedestrian in a hurry to. Exposure to an unfamiliar bus, we advance a mountain surrounded. Twists and turns of the mountain, jagged peaks. The rain moisture, each leaf is dripping Qing Cui, rain along the Jinian of the chimney, by convergence, the flow into a white line, dash down, the buzzing of cracking. Nanxi is a Bristol band, just the kind of green, people have Zhuozu impulses. All worldly prosperity was illusory the rain wash away clean this time.
Stone mast rock, an outsider I do not know where a cover-up in the peaks between the outside looks, inconspicuous, and we walked into a pedestrian paradise.
"Let's go." Mountain fresh, dripping green, clear water churn with setting off the white spray to the showground. Took a dramatic turn, no way, only a small wooden ship stopped there. Competing to jump onto the boat, could not help but ??? a water, a good cool, the entire hot summer, Zhayi touch the cool water, could not help but hit a chills, quintana Gaster. One soldier appeared to be hold up their pole for our boatman. The two sides are mountains, green hills, steep wall, reflection in green water in Egypt is Jiang Sheng, Kongguhuiyin. Far-sighted, mountain attached mountain, ups and downs, and continuously. Ambiguous like in the morning and the ladies dressed in veil, Graceful. Whitewater rapids, great tide, splashes numerous water droplets upstream, the boatman Penny's light points, avoid the rapids, turns the corner, eyes they are entirely different. Because the feeding frenzy of the Three Gorges, it was called the "Little Three Gorges."
Lie in front of rocks, ship has already pick on. Closed paddle boat boatman pull will ship stopped to live, and we jumped on stone steps, boarded section of the scenery in front of people as one of the bright, ancient stone steps, the large and small stones, each one is refining its stand from the edges and corners, large as a bed, a small oval-like water from a pile of stones, stones in the pass through an impact, sparking white spray. Feet reached into the water, splashed gnawing on my toes, extremely comfortable. In that little valley, the middle, lying on the stone, looked on the water the sound of ten thousand years are willing to sleep on.
There is no guide, but there are ready-made predecessors depresses the road, there are developers who paved the gravel road, cheering, jumping for joy with, in the Ge foot mountain, we are ahead. Road leading to a stream, there is no other way, and only a neat Shi Zhuang, clubbed in the water the central, arranged in rows, each no roots in water, water and Shi Zhuang Shi Zhuang left-right are more than 80 cm gap, sound of rushing water, submerged Shi Zhuang, showing a long 50 meters wide and 0.8 meters of waterfall. Lift knee, stood on a Shi Zhuang, there are jet of water trying to scour my feet, "good risk" I stand firm and lift the right foot, balance, after pulling his left foot, people are slightly Akira a bit. I became a walking beam, the eyes can not see under the water, Ding Lao Shi Zhuang, a 1, stop. The flooding did not cool their feet, drive away the last vestiges of summer heat of the body. Dozens of Shi Zhuang, all in one, Quickstep walk. Looking back, the young and old, carrying her shoes, Accompanied trousers, leaving for like a machine, carrying a backpack. Dangling, stumbling, careful, alarmed. "Finally wading through this river."
The face of danger are the surprises and set expression, a Xiao Pang Tun, seeing has come to shore, do not step on one foot steady, I watched him, staggered, "black" manner would drop in the water, half-length twinkling of an eye on the wet clothes. A good laugh pedestrians.
Walking in the mountains, the high-profile office, are excellent landscape volumes, you can enter poetry worthy of a painting. Stone mast rock, the shape of the mast, hence the name, the root of gods around the mast, we do this to visitors, barefoot wading streams, take the small wooden boat went through suspension bridge, Tang cliff, climbing cliffs, drilling tunnels, one hand on the the cliff, at the foot of groping in the water single-plank bridge. The whole scenic area, or local conditions, pebble paving; or Shizhuang for people to trek; or Bangshan and build bridges; or iron welding, fused with the cliffs; or volley a suspension, it is daunting; it into a blind alley, and there are People's Liberation Army helm Weng, a wooden boat, a paddle, a long pole,
Walk through the painting.
God has been very help, sometimes hiding in clouds, let's face less a dash of sun kissed, sometimes sunny, there Yinyun distant mist, on the cage at Castle Peak Cuifeng, like yarn, he wanders the dark blue sky, The best visual enjoyment. Sometimes shed a few drops of rain warmth, urging the pace of pedestrians. When we eat at noon at the restaurant when the torrential rain down, the whole world suddenly plunged into a while boundless, it is a kind of heroic Explores. After dinner, the rain ended, however, was hoarse. Is very spiritual.
The real mountains and rivers, there is no worldly hustle and bustle. For a long time, I forget that day cool. (End)
Author: yyuan6941
