Self-driving tour FB Fingers Copyright: I LD
Perhaps an early age growing up in the seaside plain reason, grow up is not particularly fond of mountains, especially mountain climbing. FB Wuzhishan proposed trip, that is the public vote opt not to do this, What after all, known as the "World Natural Heritage" the most Hainan.
However, our team from the center line of good times and bad road after the mist-shrouded hills with a gradually into the eyes, the kind of relaxed and happy feeling I feel the fun of travel, then standing proudly in the mountains of the kapok More people should not be underestimated. Used at the foot of the mountain town, after lunch, we detour on the "Wuzhishan Resort", where although missed catching trees, still you can see traces of modern processed. FB later, someone sum up: We are group of people, more appropriate like this from the original trace of a corresponding auxiliary installations. Of course, otherwise how is called "corruption." Seven or eight cars a good stop is 15 o'clock, and climbing or Down? Some people do not want to climb, some people climb again tomorrow, because they have to climb the peak, and now not enough time to climb, then return before dark, Zhang claims that: I was sure to climb the peak of the problem, I could not climb dad said, the summit is not his son. These words surprised, Zhang also have his son's names, but still did not forget his father "taught", Zhenzhen. . . . . . Her husband insist on immediate moment to climb, climb where what counted, not necessarily the ceiling, husband wife sing together, did not have to say, I totally agree.
After deliberations, 3:30 start line of a dozen people followed one after the small guide to echo began to climb. This focus on viewing, time in climbing the principle, we a pedestrian is almost ten steps a break, we are taking the "road" is a millennium-old trees in a million who are woven into the roots of the human step tread into the ladder, has been under the cover of thick branches, becoming dark and quiet. Almost all the previous breath, even stopped to take a rest far fewer good old laugh at the way the flowers can not faint now is to find a time when the breath of spring is always with us. "A big tree," such a marvel, but also less and less - more common is not strange, dead wood lying at random, Jue type creatures that grow on the ground to half the tree waist so freely. Nearly six minutes, climbed to about a high more than 800 meters away from the resort at sunset afterglow, we decided to return down the mountain, "mountain easily down hard," difficult in difficult to control, then floating roots from the tree to form a natural staircase really makes further love-hate, his legs began to shake, shaking his life a real insight into the taste, do not know that high mountains over 800 meters of the mountain so long, with the advent of night, this time watching what the thoughts are no longer beautiful, but strong feel the meaning of "long and stinking," and finally even reminds me of a baby that would let them go when they feel. The emergence of such feelings since then so I can not help laughing, do? This is not the play we come to it? Not be so bad mood, and coupled with that of her husband, after pinch somewhat comforting, let's go! Although it has long legs seemed to lose control, but still took me back to resort, it is already evening at eight, did not discourage the mountains and those who already have long sat together eating Hills Lane dishes, several of us "backward elements" Though this is hard all the way, now take some pride in how much the mood calls for Miss Li Zu service, the result is: the first, and then to eat, no appetite for the movement is certainly not of us consume Good, Old Zhao talk about his nutrition: to more than make up carbon compounds - oh, no more than rice. 哈哈took a dramatic turn, and I feel so wonderful.
Qi Xianling next spring, this time the longing for a place - my legs have been incredibly great pain. The next morning we drove away from the other way, ready to soak in the hot springs Qixian Ling, by the east line high-speed back to the sea, in the Fingers to pass even the way the city is the beautiful scenery, and yesterday, when it come to Loess Man Fei Qiao gas is completely different from the tree starting from red cotton pride is not other way around, but anytime, anywhere visible Chromic, there was never less than welcoming pine Huangshan old pine also ran into the eye from time to time, and then Even the spring is coupled with a small waterfall, as well as along the river, it is catching landscapes phase contrast harmony.
From the winding mountain stream out to lunch Baoting is after midnight, taking advantage of everyone not yet settled, I went straight vegetable market, what pumpkin flowers, Jue class, those who have not seen the food scarce I have to bring several large and small Take back the package, and later to prove my "sensible" does not say the name is called the non-wild on how wonderful, and even brought back from that "sweet potato" also the livelihood of people having left.
Sagittarius straight after lunch followed by the team Qixian Ling hot springs, hot springs eclipse here, but everyone agreed that the "fertile water must not own fields," the money to "own" where flowers, and so he chose a popular open-air hot spring. Hot Springs from shallow deeply, from the cold by the heat of the soil fell pregnant with trees, surrounded by bamboo and coconut tree cover relative to the current hold, it is a romantic. I do not really understand what music different content of different Hot Springs, I just feel strange that this spring with the prosperous, compared to the Blue Ocean, no smell, anyway steaming for us that certainly good for aching legs. Being Shuang blankly, Old Zhao words: before, but also such a state, the above coconut trees came two monkeys, monkeys, said: Come see the ah, the following have a friend who bare buttocks in the bath, hey, really funny, those people how long the tail in front of it?
Haha. . . . . . . . Hot spring eggs are spray out!
This line is so wonderful!
Author: hnwjr
