Yangshuo is a life. Left, so I said to myself, standing on West Street at the end of the morning, still not many people, very quiet, but also residual traces of a noisy night. When you want to leave, I reluctantly, I did this to myself, Yangshuo is a way of life. This feeling I have had two, I feel like a dream in the realm of another world back, one in Hailuogou hot spring where the water vapor Yin Yun Long Zhao Tibetan singing can be like a paradise that is simply not human. This time it is human, but it is another kind of life.
I have not been to France, but I would like a small town in southern France is probably like this, relaxation, beer, music, laughter. The street is very narrow, stone paved roads, narrow lane of the café, bars, shops. Zhuodeng wood, all kinds of color populations. At dusk, when riding a bicycle back from the countryside to see the streets have been filled with casual people, began to light candles, those laughter, the kind of warm, make you feel any of the troubles and heavy are outdated. Where you will feel any pressure to live, what life's expulsion.
Go to the first night, I bought a pair of wooden slippers. As a result, every night wearing it, tap tap a very loud street level. The moon is very bright, has been hanging in the sky. Even a rise, we see a soft yellow moon, quiet manner and trace the busy streets. 67.1 straight from here, the excitement continued into the night, and then later, people less, and the streets are quiet. Candle remains. You can at this time, in the streets and walks, Tititata dragging slippers. You insolent warm heart, began to calm. If the West is a wildly dancing the night the Spanish woman, then, at the moment, West Street is a charming, gentle and quietly pouring.
No one hurried you get up early, the place to go during the day is free to tread a bicycle, along the river, along the ridge. You can rely on the water bridge to enjoy mountain shadow shadow, you can also throw the car in the weeds, the greeting the past boatman, is to hang draw you to the other side of the raft or any one interested in the location; you can ride uphill race physically, you can also slowly rode along the road to stay. I always stop to Wu Buyi down, stand by the roadside, sitting Anpang, obsessed with looking at landscape; or random turn into which of the paths, to the fishing village where the locals to see the dilapidated old house. Therefore, people tend to ride two hours each way, and I have to ride most of the day. Fields, often green, flat, so you have to Zuisi inside. A princess, neatly, relying on Hill, occasional farmhouse, next to water. You almost can not take your camera to open your eyes, every point of view, is not enough to see the United States. Suddenly took a camera, but also suddenly see the light one, the original beauty in your surroundings. Li River by boat, do not speak, do not go to see a variety of stones, as long as the water waves from your heart with the flow.
Favorite is the early morning there. West gradually began to relax the body lazy. Store blazing to open. Some people eating breakfast, someone walking down the street. Walking people will look at scenery, watching people eat; eating people will look at scenery, watching people walk. Sitting, walking people who have become part of the streetscape.
Yangshuo is a life. Many people, from all over the world to come here, stopped in her tracks, in order to life here. So kind of life should be true. And a bridge across West Street is the Yangshuo locals, the other kind of life.
By: GiGi
