Dinghu the beauty of the natural beauty of Yu, Yu Buddhist sacred beauty. I love the clear water Dinghu Aoyama, wild fern jungle, I love re-stacked Qingyun Temple House. Why? Please listen to me very dedicated to the Road to thin.
Already heard Dinghu beautiful, and was listed as World Heritage, one of the Tropic of Cancer on a splendid emeralds. Want to see how far one of charisma, hope the stars hope the moon finally found a short holiday on the 32 invited friends counterparts. July thunderstorm season, one morning I finally set foot on a gem wet grass, which is an under the moderate rain, mountain fog of the morning. Aromatic grass sandwiched gas, white mist around me. Heard people talk about the sun in the sky is the most beautiful time of travel Dinghu, poor I can not encounter, but do not think the rain and fog in the Dinghu have some style.
We are a pedestrian first to arrive in the rain to sit Mody care Dinghu of Britain - Baoding Park. There may be overlooking the Bi-flat as a mirror of the Dinghu water, where the surrounding mountains, is the peak travel track. Because there are a number of research institutions Dinghushan and rare animal and plant resources, and therefore the opening up is only a small part of the protected area.
Baoding Park is the new century, new cultural landscape, it is tripod as a theme, select the Chinese ancient and modern replica of the famous Ding Ji made for people to taste, pleasure and leisure scene in the garden. Yuan Ding, respectively, according to the system on display in the historical period of four weeks, clockwise travel tours in the group seem to walk on the tripod in the long history, the simplicity of the old tender, and workmanship of sophisticated, far-reaching metaphorical make my mind a lot of attention right sincerely ancient heroes of respect.
Rain beating, bead in the fly, the time has been moved to the morning, but no morning light, the more rain the next larger. I suddenly became excited and ran into the lake near the altar, Jimuyuantiao. Ah, garden, under a piece of flat as a Bi Yan's Dinghu, far away, near the smoke is flowing just like smoke. I shouted to the boundless sky, the surrounding mountains to the call. Kneeling on the frozen festival board, ears sounded very frightened of the Warring States Period of the cavalry wading awe-struck voice, eyes being a shaman ritual ceremony to celebrate the victory. I am willing, there is no love to pray to do a tribute on the altar, if this is dedicated to the natural gift, I said: Yes.
By: x100001
