I owe a debt of the Phoenix, because you gave me the scenery.

Lonely time always flies, especially in such a rainy school days. Looking back, left the Phoenix, has exactly a month; this fact, the distance is not too long, but not too short for me. Phoenix already has become a beautiful memory.
-------- Questions in mind one, there is no Phoenix is also a happy day

Along the Zhangjiajie, Furong, mengdong he, Jishou, riding, such as ink the night, walking in the endless mountains, I look for a film in the dark lights of this piece of mysterious land of western Hunan is so true in my feet flow, let me into the night thinking, so I am happy to walk.

For the Zhangjiajie, not as I imagined, perhaps, "the turnip cabbage, some love" it, met with the beauty of Huangshan, Wuyishan static and the United States, the mountain's steep, Zhangjiajie can only be said to be "strange", and a strange landscape, towering mountain forests, Shi Feng, dark, and Chouchou's; Perhaps it is me not when less rain moisture, fog cover, Zhangjiajie mountain stripped clean, a hazy; Hill without the baptism of rain and fog, just like people have never experienced a natural nurturing, more vulgar, less elegant. However, the climb up the Mid-Levels Nantian Gate, rest a while, a group of people point the first of several folk songs, Tujia girl sweet voice, accompanied by rough guy, somewhat hoarse point of harmony, babble sound of the erhu, their children in the Off to one side of the laughter sound all of a sudden you can moisten your fatigue, a family of three, their living happily together, they have their lives, they have their own well-being, be also given to the visitors line of travel, walking, the reverberation of Utah in the open wind around the mountains, in cool cool mountain breeze in the Wind.

Hibiscus Town, tightly pay depended on Fengtan Reservoir, Yishanbangshui. Train starting from Zhangjiajie to mengdong he get off, then take an hour or so of the ship, sidelong way across the sunset under the Fengtan Reservoir went to the Hibiscus Town. Readily eat delicious He Xian, large snail, peach water in the mandarin fish, and the smoked flavor of the meat with firewood; overnight brink of waterside town inn, 35 friends in accordance with the Tujia attic balcony, silver surface facing the pan slightly, in the air bringing a moonlight, whispers, do not have some Renzaitaxiang tenderness Sweetie. Hibiscus Town is just a pungent, on a stingy, and the credit in the calculation of the proprietress, claim to fame is hard to swallow the rice tofu, is not it then Liu's film left behind by the atmosphere it has always haunted this small town?

"Cisse piedmont egrets fly, peach water mandarin fish fat," Early in the morning Tianbuliangjiu traveled to mengdong he drifted a little bit angry at this, always thought that the significance of drifting is to bend 9 Shui 18 Water Beach, turbulent eddy current, that stimulate the sense of adventure of the challenger, in fact, to know not merely drifting drift, and in drifting, the side of the mountains and rivers to enjoy along the way, really is a very pleasant to enjoy. Mengdong he's landscape is such a clear and beautiful, while the Dawn of the mengdong he is beautiful. Sit on kayak, the Yang to see both sides towering mountains, gently flying egret, shaking a bamboo forest jump Monkey, which is mengdong he like the Wizard, Youyou Yaya sliding, live and lively splashing of the playful, that The original figure touched the hearts of our long-hoped. At this point, a ray of sunshine floating down down, down by the high mountain waterfall splashing down, such as diarrhea jade, crystal clear. Naughty Shaogong soft a pole, the boat drawn to the waterfall, the biting cold water suddenly gave up and down your whole body wet, and let your whole and cool; while the shore, smoke slowly rising, not people is the Montagnards Spicy stir-fried with red cold to warm your body heat and suddenly, and there is strength, and Zaiqu very much love to play a few games Shui Zhang, dancing in the water away our innocence bar.

Jishou, and China, like most of the town, a busy and dirty. We did not stay, from the train station to the bus station, just passing by to catch up with the last trip to Phoenix to return Huaihua of the CMB; a hurry, the friends who brought a few CD and a few books at a loss on the surface, perhaps, this is Jishou on our retention bar.

Author: zhulianbihe