Starting today, has the third day, and the total did not have time to stop and always on the train sloshing. Zhen Jia, so many days or on the road, there is no lake to see my dream! However, a better showing me such a sincere and holy lakes of precious bar.

Down from the train's first stop was in Lanzhou, because the forest that there is no through train from Guangzhou to Xining, so a lucky hit forward to go to the source of the Yellow River, were good too, how can say this is the mother river, watching her slowly from the foot of the flow, was keenly aware of the country they were in the thick and the earth is so poignant. Yellow Earth's yellow are really in the minds shock, it was a muddy and bleak, is silent tragic. Unfortunately, the source had been polluted very serious, snack bags and fast-food containers floating in the child anywhere, or even heard faint odor. River pendulum a shabby sheepskin raft, I heard that the true mass is rare, and such a traditional craft in the eyes now, in addition to viewing things have no value, and no one will know how to cherish. The wind was blowing swelling on sheepskin rafts constant shaking, a strange old man sitting next to somehow actually gives me chilling feeling.

But at least, all this a long time ago, there had been wonderful for Love Bar.

Source of water is not deep, very calm in the summer sun flowing, as if burdened with a lot of great expectations. We went to her side, found aground on rocks have a very beautiful Watermark, flat-pick up a good few, saying it was going to take back, but there is so far beyond the way ah, how could carrying away? I just enjoy them one by one, in turn back into its original place so that it will always stay in the river, accompanied by lonely mother. Such a good stone and sunlight, so that reminds me of a child's bad deal, so on his own side of the lush grass in the side of joy to play together. Lin could not understand my position, because my movement is great but a Shuipiao did not, so he demonstrated a pass, and indeed played each time a different Shuipiao, the pretty little stones across the river to jump forward, like the fish , see I am exceedingly envious of it!

Sun face, this is our first taste of the Western scorching light. Quite deliberately sat cable car across the river, in an unnamed small shop and eat, Lanzhou noodles are really well-deserved reputation, delicious soup in front of a big pot cooking, smell the mouthwatering. There are halogen beef, we like to eat half a catty as Elang long time since there are so particular style of food eaten by.

Have much time left, and for this heavy city (this is my feeling of Lanzhou), we are just one day, tens of thousands of passer-by. The last one hour, we did not give up in homes slipped into a see foot of a wall inside stacked firewood and broom Zhuo, idly dependent in the midday sun. I think people generally have a rest, a narrow alley is very quiet, even the courtyard where the dogs are doing nothing to spread the floor of the name in the mud flying nap. A bend,

Found in a beautiful black brick vividly standing on a busy street, its mottled old and the aura reveals the deep character here.

In the one photographed by a red brick front of others, self-made with red paint wooden Xu Yan, head of the doorway hangs a faded blue Tiepai that read: white Wenjiaxiang 3.
Author: naer1221