Guilin, in April, early spring.
There Liaoqiao of wind and light rain spider silk in general. Houses and streets are gray and old, so there a very long day, full of cold wet mist and Yuhuan quiet. Taohuajiang mapping of the near the Rock Hill, showing a blue Cang, a few days, the river could argue that the surface has been full of small ripples.
This is my memory of Guilin many years ago.
Luggage inside is never wear less than the first pullover, white socks and uniforms. I asked their mother to a pair of high heels: I am 18 years old, and need some wet brighter landscape, soft brush backs and a pair of high heels. Pair of shoes with my wardrobe does not phase contrast, in the memory seem unexpected, it does not hamper I wore it in the Peach Blossom River walk back and forth on the streets. I live in a small riverside hotel is not the time to paint the railings in terms of cement river lie the other side of Elephant Trunk Hill, the river whispering with the ripple and the backdrop of a sky full of rain and fog,那座Rock Hill appears clean stable, it seems that you can soothe me.
That's my childhood: Sentimental, intense, opinionated, reading is not hard, alternately controlled by pessimism and fantasy, waiting for the perfect fascination, are losing love.

Our Guilin Episode 1: Longsheng animal a happy life

51 the eve of the big stink to come back from Hainan, feelings are still continue to cover a large flower in sunny beach pants beach running broad jump for joy. Blink of an eye went to leave, and he wants to bring me to continue to jump for joy down. This has been allowed, and moreover, I also would like to take a look at Guilin.
However, we first went to Longsheng.
The first a bus in the morning 7:00. Left the Guilin Bus Station, go visit the depths of mountains fled. At that time did not completely disperse the morning mist, in the forest tangle with. Gradually, there are scattered paddy fields, just raise the water, anti the daylight. Then began the villages, there are holding a bamboo nose dragged screaming kids running in the street walking the cattle and pigs. Car roaring past, pork, beef had a quiet eyes reflected in the window glass.
The animals are idle. A cow, in a gesture I have never seen before - four-footed move heaven and earth lying paddy fields, to the body with mud paste. It is young, muscular, soft eyes, probably thinking about a good friend of neighboring villages. See the animals who live Petty Longsheng, not love of labor. Peacetime Manshan跑跑, eating grass, watching the rising yellow sun falling from another hill. Moon night in a forest with the opposite sex can also talk about the ideals and love. In six, encounters a group of piglets, pale and elegant. We give them a few photos of the phase. Photo inside they are smiling, with light brown of the pupil of the eye, is full of fantasy child. In a few months, they can date boys had. Of course, the later they are still Being a Wo Wo piglets until they belly bending spine, drag on the ground. However, before dying, there are still piles on the sunny hills twitter flying the same things for memories. Than the pig farm where the pigs can only be memories of the railings and the portly pig is more happiness.
Well, now look back and say that the other two animals - big stink in the six since the sunlight golden hills sprinkled eating eggs the last one, big eyes-closed state was, caught in Longsheng happy days whirlpool is not available from the dial. I see chaos everywhere. To the six on the road met a few Red Yao women, they said they could pan head to show us (their hair very long, how to stack them on the head about it to tips), five dollars a. However, the big stink like to see girl: In the stream, his face bright beads of water hanging in the disk black hair, and if there happens to bare a number of ... ... In his view, such a wonderful place to Longsheng, Pa open grass to see the picture of hope as it is possible to achieve. So we politely decline of those few women ... ...
Miller says big stinky day in the sun eating the last one egg, immersed in a huge joy. I waved at the camera run for the hills, he shouted: "There is girls girls! I do not know what wash? The first or the shower?" Distant mountain stream, the stream in the flickering unsteadily to. A woman, 28 years of parties, hold a basin, while wringing their hair while ashore, Niao Ting came, his face turned red burst forth, and there is water droplets thin broken pieces of light. I Pie Zhezui schadenfreude: "I did not bare it?" But the smell sighed with satisfaction, and watched the back of ten seconds, until the people into their homes.
This is the well-being of animals live in Longsheng.

Our Guilin Episode 2: Sunny days of running account

We are from the foot side of the yellow envelope Walled began crawling up the hill when the sun had just dried the dew on the leaves. The grass and soil around the hazy atmosphere. The Red Yao women lead the way in front of us silent, but walked briskly, pleated skirt hem in front of me shaking.
For a while we are so tired terrible, and she took us to a big tree full of white flowers sitting "over there" she pointed to a distance said to us: "That is the terrace."
Show look up to. Distant rolling hills and dense Chan Man spider silk-like curves. The top of our heads, that is safe Walled had.
Ping Zhai hillside, dry bar Mulou layer upon layer, through the stockade, you can go to the observation deck on the 2nd. Zhai Zhong road narrow and long, some of the abyss while still provisional, walk in the top, too cautious. But by this time, front corner, Youran Akira out of a big bull, I am behind a foreigner - meter eighty a few of the head, arm are fierce Rattus - screams heard, Satuijiupao. The last reduction in the Road side, so that cattle adults look steadily from his nose next to the walk. It looked at all smiling. Boxers Eight-year fight should not be difficult.
We soon discovered that he has been surrounded by numerous soft curves, their hillsides, rolling. Some have put the water, so, as Red Yao women's silver bracelet, like Ukraine, lightly sparkling. From II to the observation deck on the 1st of a kilometer of road, dotted with bamboo groves and a mountain stream, the following peaceful village in rural China has all the silence at noon.
Black tiles on the roof, some chickens Waizhao small head Duofang Bu.
One observation deck in the vicinity, there is a path, where the deep that no one walking. Heard that can lead to a village called Dazhai. Where there is more spectacular terraced base. We decided to go on.
We have come a crawling moss pavilion - it has very old; a quiet small reservoirs - the clean water inside play in the wind slightly corrugated; roadside sumac trees at ... ... there is grass land, open with some color and elegant flowers; the field, just flip over, in the hot sun under the thick mud of the taste; passing along a small low-lying springs, Mimi emerge from the underground, the water's edge, wears a cross out of a tree so that passers-drink cups, a few, and we go the same way the Red Yao women to take home that cup scoop water to drink. I also drank a very sweet and very sweet.
We are breathless to walk for two hours. Big stinky said: "The longer walk and then walk, walk five minutes, less than Dazhai to strike back."
This said, we will find ourselves standing on a hill. The following small Shanwa, there are cross-flow stream, but after the sun on the water jump, the water is the slapstick of the children, the mountain a small stockade, there are chickens, lazily playing a half-ming, and some wore pleated skirt The woman sat quietly under the shade of a tree smoking. All this cage in the red halo in gradually in the afternoon. Then look at all sides looked, we are around the eyes and Office delivery of light and dark, are Tian - the magnificent terrace.
Found a map to find here some called the sixth form. We also spent half an hour, boarded the top of the hill behind the six. At that time, the afternoon sun over the hills, overflowing the Shan Wa, surrounded by terraced fields on the smooth lines, all of the gold-plated edge, it seems the air, but also carrying the spot, as we floated around. Shanwa edge stockade, a black tiles roof, the Retention a small piece of open space, Caine the flag, floating on top of one side flag. Several kids ran at random. Is probably the primary schools. Us to stand in the sun for a long time.
To go back when zhaili has played a drink smoke, hazy with the smell of grassland burning Yi Gu. They finished the second half of the chicken-ming. Zhaizi began bustling.
I knew this day would be something as time goes by deeply rooted in the bottom of memory and eventually become essential to maintain my life a part of.
We spend two hours to return to Dragon's Back terraced fields on the 1st observation deck. At that time, the setting sun just sink. Irrigation water to fields, is rapidly faded red, like fire blazing light. We found the location put the tripod, there is a cold winter. Ground equipment have already been packed ready to return to the Village, one of regret for us that: "a bit late, just now, where there is gold Crescent Moon." ... ...
Walled back road, basically to go dark. Next to the terrace, Mimi in flowing water. One into the Village, we have lost the road, zhaili lanes extending in all directions, I had no clear idea. Occasionally see the chicken's silhouette, in the black tiles on the roof keep the ball rolling back and forth, like the chicken version of "Crouching Tiger."
In the end, or give us shelter touch back. A door and saw weihu room lights, voices, the mountains back off a chicken slaughter of Minions who are so chicken. Burst of the spatula great pomp sound, the only lack of exercise as well as the muscles of the chicken loose end of the up, was immediately wiped out, people hungry, ruthless in. There are legends of a pot of gruel, it is also helplessly looking forward to. After a long and good wishes of the people carrying this pot of porridge was finally a girl came, an air of ambiguity. Soon as whistle, several Minions surrounded up and saw that they opened the lid, on the "Wah-Wah," exclaimed the ground, each Yaole Yi bowl, looked strange to return a table. After several rounds, and finally to us, up a look, put an iron spoon, and that pot has been hard gruel rounds contest changed the shape ... ...
In theory there is hot water in my room, but opened the halter and found the water just enough to scatter flowers along the down stream, less red turning on the gas valve; my bathroom there are two good tales of an empty wood, non-window can briefings and viewing, and they are beautiful old skills, enough to attract people's eyes to see it at the same time, my bathroom, almost the highest point in Quan Zhai, finally, it filled with a radiance of the great light bulb.
I have tried every means to no avail, the forced off the lights, surrounded by the roaring of the mountain wind, the grit one's teeth planted in the name of a flower that drips chills a bath ... ...
Night, windy, and cold, holding my knee reduction in the quilt. Previously separated by thin wooden transmission over a variety of noise sound, gradually quiet down, hear the wind outside the window Jilue and off, grass and trees splashed the sound of night insects, and the more shallow or deep, or singing, out of the window Ying Huo Chong seems to be passing. Of those carrying the spot as the afternoon air, as if still a vague smell of burning grassland taste.
Shortly after five o'clock, when woken up once, Pa looked out the window on the lattice, it was found carved wooden window frames is wet, was rushed to face water. Night silently underground rain. Up to nine o'clock, it was soso broken broken underground incessantly. Until we leave, the rain was getting smaller, the Mulou zhaili later, willowy cool fog.

Our Guilin Episode 3: Yangshuo their majestic beauty

Pi Jiuyu I woke up in the aftertaste, still raining outside. This is the day we went to Yangshuo. I went to bed big stink began to kick him hard, he turned to me, the glare: "You Do not doing what I want Ah!" Turned around went back to sleep, and then threw over the past two pillows, they were confiscated. He will never forget is the sleep. I had to stare out the window the rain trance. Rainy morning, Yangshuo has all the poetry and art to give it beautiful. Place that we live Lin Chuang you can see a small arch bridge, the bridge opposite the West. Rain visitors little high street, as coated with varnish in general. The distance is the Guilin mountains, beautiful and isolated the Qing.
The day before yesterday, we have to lay down their luggage, and bought two Ciba, just strolling the street all Yangshuo. Yangshuo is small, the Lijiang River waterfront, there are quiet conditions. But the claim to fame, people would inevitably increased recently. In the riverside of the pier "Yangshuo" two characters edge, gather a lot of people have been taking pictures there. People resorted to climbing ability, or like a lizard like a horse or a monkey as to climb up in the "Yangshuo" on the hard playing the victory sign. Because of this, we were able to quietly stand quayside to see the real Yangshuo.
It was a section of Lijiang River, the river wide, far from the ink poured out of the deep shallow mountain, river across the outline of several bundles of bamboo leaves are rendered very faint, and then a farm in the same tone of small homes, some ink in the slowly spread to the bottom, so the reflection in the river there. The top right there is a large blank, and now to the disclosed from the clouds of the sunset ... ...
Twilight in the "Xu Beihong house" is a quiet place. The door tightly closed. Look inside from the window of view, a small courtyard with fallen leaves, on the second floor of the corridors that some traces of the sunset. In fact, I very much wanted to see, although in that wave of painters, I prefer to Lin Feng-mian.
Night in the West is crowded, coming and going are a tired but jubilant people. We were removed from the crowd stroll in after a big night, entered a bar and continue to pass the time. At that time, Yue-ying Xi Chen, roadside table, a candle had been extinguished many, many face candlelight attributed to quiet after. I heard some music: Tenet, the vast, like some ancient legend of the beginning of sorrow. Big stink at this time is called Jun, coffee mugs sidelong way across the shadow of his hand on the table, his hand in the shadows have become sensitive and melancholy. That music is the only Beijing people - the Scandinavian pirates.
Calm down West Street, became simple.
Episode 4 of our Guilin: Yulong River

After the rain stopped packed with tourists on the Yulong Qiao. But very few people in this Gangchu toxic sun-down riding suan, so we crossed a small dirt road Natiao, the surrounding silence. Only bamboo and trees rustling in the wind ring.
Just then, we are most worried about happened - the big stink in the leaks of the tires! I was under the big sun burst dizziness, days! We had no choice but to push hard to back away?
Big stinky ran to a nearby farmhouse for help. But they did not glue, the owner told us his son received another family there, to see whether there repaired. The 20 young people to climb all the way led us, along with envy looking at my colorful retro mountain bike. I let him ride ride to see, he jumped into a car, and firmly placed a few, the forward edge of a courtyard to the red while excitedly shouted. Let him come out to see those partners.
The construction of the courtyard where people are eating lunch, the owner is a middle-aged Leahey, he lay down their chopsticks, and soon the tires removed, the dipped basin Lane. Let us again and again the hostess entered the room to eat. We are grateful to her. Sitting in the courtyard, there is a tie not a tie-in with the host say something. To send us to that young man, came to pointing my camera asked: "is the telescope?" I said no, and then teach him how to zoom, he Cou notes in the frame before the moment the focus on the one hand excited to see all sides on the one hand He greeted those friends.
Middle-aged man suddenly raised his head to look at us, pointing with his chin around the question: "I feel good-looking here, right?" Big foul to give an answer, then asked: "What do you think?" He frown shook his head: "Nothing. Go out the door stone, plane food is not easy. "I said, do not develop tourism in the livelihood of a little more than the total that it? "We have no village, the river port, is zoned can not ship. To say here, and too partial." He then carefully picked the tire checked again, loudly say, "Well!! Riding on a tens of miles no problem." Sincerely again invited us to eat lunch: "Rural people, good food is not that the package saturated!" We again thank him.
Walk through the sun at noon on the Yulong River Side is a pile happy thing. Because deserted rarely, Yulong River seemed beautiful: bamboo, just planting the paddy fields, looking to a vivid green, some do not know what year the occasional stone arch bridge, covered with rustic charm Woyu roadside farms, hazy mountains, villages suddenly far suddenly near, and sometimes wear the village before, screaming all the way, all the way expel the wandering chickens in the village, and sometimes to go ridge, when the car had to ride on us.
PM do not know when, passing a small reservoirs downstream, there is beautiful landscape: water, quiet down, reflected upside of Rock Hill and bamboo, as well as a few sun-beam, beam li Qian Chen out of fashion. 12 and our travelers face the same over, far away on the name of bell, loudly asked, "How far are Yulong Qiao?" I like the fortune, as if it is doomed to a friend.
18:00 and more, we have come to a big banyan tree along the side of the bridge support in my car, bottom side of the noises from the child of the cocoon.
Was chatting up my shoulder big stink asked "want to see the most beautiful scenery of the river?"
In the pier side, passed a number of willows and shrubs until the end of a small embankment, station and from a distance, the setting sun, is one of the most beautiful Lijiang River Landscape plan ... ...
Great smell alone to celebrate together than to look askance at me the joy is called the a pride! Big eyes, big stink, he once said to have a coffee bar in Shenzhen, where, and his buddies, along with another big eyes staring at a female colleague of view, the results do not live on the nonsense that women carry up: Do you class male the child's eyes are so pretty Mody? Well - ah fie! Unpromising! Every time he looked at me when - whether angry or Shenqingkuankuan, my first reaction was to tear their eyelashes, so that they do not have to blink blink.
But he is now face sweat, was a cooked lobster tan skin color, in my Shangcuanxiatiao camera, he was hard working to carrying two packages. In the great mountains and rivers have to spare a hand to the former arms around me, so that more modeling is more Condor Heroes. I: 152 cm, 43 kg, small eyes, small nose, small ears, small mouth, his face has freckles, temper is not very good, often into fantasy or melancholy state, English and mathematics mess, and they often want to pull his eyelashes. How he was such a bad taste.
I think this boy deserve wrapped around his life.
21:00, we are back to Guilin.

Our Guilin

Guilin, I have considered incredible. Main Street clean and covered with flowers. A smile is even more crowded along the crowded hall to suffer suffer colored commercial. A pedestrian street, is not high, small building, some of which had a spacious terrace. Insisted on, under the umbrella of the grid auxiliary arrayed small table cloth, street center has a concave down a small square, a fountain and spotlights at night. In fact, Guilin at night is full of neon signs, Ambilight, voice shouting, his best flourishing scene. Heard of Elephant Trunk Hill and other places at night searchlights played, if so, I would like to look where the red and green, will be very busy. Lijiang was neon vague shapes, can not help You Wangwang way, it is a bit of Qinhuai Jiangsheng Dengying taste of plump strike? We are walking around all in the urban areas, hearts filled with a variety of desires. Guilin finally catching up with the pace of the times as far as possible to meet the desires of the public. The marks of civilization, the mass was glistening yellow McDonald's large m, has finally appeared at a junction. McDonald's that afternoon, I sat inside, eating ice cream, and occasionally thought several years ago, recorded in his diary: Guilin, in April, early spring, with light rain ... ... I have no reason to Guilin, there is only one person for me. Although a city economic development and maintain the independent spirit of a lot to say between the I, while on the mountain, I was in favor of the Qing Zhu of Health put it painted red and not like to play spotlights. McDonald's afternoon streets of the large windows in the cleaning, blowing a trace of water, quit a long time. I am alone when facing the outside of the middle of the street gave a toast, said: "Guilin五一节快乐."

Father's Guilin

Home to his father to see photos of Guilin, he read, Wang Zhuoshang fling, absent-minded playing the哈哈: "Well, very good very good." And then back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
My father before reading National Taiwan Normal University in Guilin. Sometimes he talking about his Guilin: faint distant mountains, in the spring rain, he opened up the rhododendron Sunday ride out, back when full of car is red, it is Nennen ridge on the yellow; it when you can casually into the cave, no fees can be picked up in the caving of the stalactite cave, like the flash under the sun like diamonds; clear water can be seen at the end of the Li River and Peach Blossom River, slowly flowing, the shore persimmon forest, persimmon Shibuya, can not eat ... ... My father lived a Happy student life, he drew while painting, but also made a Guilin poetry, their own engraved edition, printing, binding, as well as illustrations, watercolor painting their own cover is a quiet blue, the bottom right corner there is a small engraving Zhen, left running script he wrote: "Guilin Landscape Poems", line set, and was opened from the left, some choking musty books, people eyes astringent. There is this one: "rocks Saga Furuwatari head, Zi state Guilin autumn leaves. Hole through the high-rise look, people paintings Jing Guan Yu." I do not know which dynasty poem, he was designated a red line above. This is his sunny good old days.

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