In the summer, in May of an afternoon, I swam the Wulingyuan, with one of the tired, take a minibus to Zhangjiajie city, bought a few samples after the specialty, but also driving into the distance to the train station away. The station ticket hall has long ranked teams played a long queue, my God! When my turn to Yichang tickets have been sold a record spotless. This switch me from Zhangjiajie to Yichang, visit the Three Gorges scheme is completely overturned. I carefully Xiangliaoyixiang decided to first go to a small county near the Cili, small station there should be no restrictions on overcrowding, but easy to buy tickets. So I was sitting there, waiting for another train at first go, but also cast aside earlier this congestion and confusion around them uncomfortable.

A two-hour drive is very short, small cili to go. I get off into the station, inside a small restaurant on the dining table a break. Later than 8:00, I went to the window bought a ticket, is a two in the morning the train had left was a long wait. At this time, fewer and fewer people inside the small station, empty if only one me. Looked up the night sky, it was really beautiful, the sky the stars bright, shining each other's intimate discourse, but this bustling below, but it is wandering alone with my presence. At this point, that homesick feeling exceptionally thick, family, friends suddenly solidified in my heart, let me not stop to breathe. Way back thousands of miles away this feeling is so warm!

Late the train is said to Zhangjiajie stopped a long time, on the train, which a hurried retreat, and even what was so crammed station luxury. Enough for me boil, and Yichang is still five hours outside of it!

May 5, 2000 in Yichang Weather: sunny

Morning 7:00, left the unbearable cars, that I deeply appreciate the wonderful early summer morning, so the city was filled with fresh air, in the blue sky under the broad straight road, the warm sunshine fabric Man, each of fresh and natural feeling, at how tired I was a good gift!

I am a taxi to the passenger terminal center, a tour guide through the help of a friend, bought four tickets and other spaces are well turned into third-class cabin. As early as 8 o'clock, the ship left the pier. Yichang, in my strange city, do not have to rush, leaving only a faint landscape. In the hurried journey into, should they do not is a strange landscape Mody? In the far apart, the gentle sway to walk forward.

On board later, settled everything, I Jiji Ben observation deck away, waiting to see the impending water concrete structures. Unfortunately, I had great difficulties only in relation to the Rou Rou's Feng ER and gently sleeping in the moist air into the. Gezhouba, the Three Gorges Dam, all to make my dream to the United States and the United States for a missed. Wake up, the initial crowd had dispersed, leaving behind the past few scattered around and enjoyed the leisurely flow of the landscape.

From Yichang to the Three Gorges was initially Xiling Gorge, Wu Gorge and then, after Qutang. On my left side, is a burst of lively, lively sister, one brother is asked about the story of the Three Gorges. One is the kind of triumphant satisfaction, one is from different angles of the anxiety-like, good two happy partner!

Shen night, and river scenery slowly immersed in the river to go quietly into the East. We are heading in the distant line of the pre-spark. I just know that the two sisters sang a song softly children, the warm feelings easily Yang Yi in the quiet of the Three Gorges.

May 6, 2000 Wu Gorge Weather: sunny

Early morning, I waited at the side of the boat,忽忽river past wind, Rourou flick of the morning mist, Do not go gentle hills, they gave me a new heart a wonderful touch. Wu Gorge Xiling Gorge of the United States is different from the previous. Among the Three Gorges, Wu Gorge beautiful, but the two sides. It is about the Castle Peak green, the endless extension of the extension, peaks on the Roubo ups and downs, fantastic too elusive. Wu Gorge graceful curves gently sail a sail in that vague mist, this is a dream, right? Chuaner a leisurely forward, Zhu Bo, pushing waves, the river's beauty, a 1, and moved into my line of sight, no, is immersed in my heart.

I looked mighty close to the river passing away of life of the Yangtze River, where his home water. Are those of the Xuebaoding high and steep, the snow-capped Man Shan, in the Aba plateau bright sunlight, into the water, gather into a river flowing through my day every day green years, one to go back no longer. Whenever I saw the Yangtze River, the thought of the Yangtze River, always letting me back to the past. Remember when people who've been touched, then touched off thing. My thoughts fly. This is deeply emotional sway of the water system in this lifetime do not want to leave like.

I wish to turn into a fish, free to swim back to my dream.

May 7, 2000 in Chongqing Weather: cloudy

Wake up, the time has come to six, with the cabin's friends have begun to put away his luggage. It turned out that Chongqing is coming.

Out of the cabin, I was leaning against railing, looking at the front, not far from the Chongqing faintly blurred. Never so early in the morning not to admire the tenderness of the mountain. It faces the prospect of cardamom, such as a closed-door girls, in general, veil masked, the vigil, mysterious, shy, perhaps the river's fog mask its moving color. In the early morning of gently Rou Rou, the gray secret, the far and near, everything is so beautiful and inexplicable feeling. I can not understand her sensitive mind sees, only I lovestruck The eyes, silently staring the faint landscape; only I gently breathing, the water dissipated in the damp air. Only this, I can only silently restrain the emotion; only this, I love me Chongqing, that river Department, Castle Peak edge, mist in the mountain with a heavy heart stand.

Finally back, I Chongqing. You still think of me?

I am deeply in love with every inch of their land traversed.
Author: freetravel