Tourism is a kind of addiction, so how can you also addictive, how do not want to quit.
Have not yet tired of ease from the Nanxi's over, they quickly joined Ning Hailong Palace of the runaway. Although the A drift repeatedly made it clear: This trip is a runaway, the infirm into the ring. But look at their predecessors, pp, longing for the quiet valley trails, how do not believe that this path could conquer me.
Dealers halfway, Gone with the Wind off comrades said, looking out the window, everything is green, that to the destination. Who knows A floating just let us enjoy some of stone, the word mule driver on a hurry on the door a minute. I would like to test the tonnage Guo stone in my post, whether it is Enron, but was prevented by Comrade Gone with the Wind. What a good comrades and know how to preserve the heritage.
Finally to the underwater village of beach-goers in the super-runaway-believers under the leadership of ----, we went to visit Nagarjuna. See Nagarjuna has. Alas! Really surprised me. Look at it like a dragon soaring and are also deemed Nulong back to Tam (who unfortunately is impossible for Long Tan shallow). Perhaps the dragon lost, watching the underwater village, beautiful scenery, the suspect is home. However, it found the wrong house, etc. When was the village who saw the true body, contrary to heaven at that moment as an incarnation of Nagarjuna. (Ha ha ha, my imagination-rich bar) walking in the underwater village, a small stream on the road, enjoying a rare quiet, suddenly alert to donkey who disappeared around the corner in front of scared me away from this beautiful geography-blind hurry to follow the big troops to.
Passing green hills of the reservoir, from time to time to see someone sitting in the big rocks on the stream to catch fish leisurely. The village children call friends recruit friends joyfully running down the mountain, passing through us all kinds of ass who looked at us with curiosity. Really envy their carefree childhood, I think of my little nephew this time is on the interest classes. We are a pedestrian mighty winds in the mountain path, stop to admire beautiful scenery from time to time (hee hee giggle, in fact, want to break a moment, breath). To see more of the scenery, and we pick up trash themselves up. Way有惊无险. The way their predecessors had been trampled passing through a wet stones, Gone with the Wind, Comrade exhorted us to be careful.
I am laughing: What are they afraid, at worst a bath.
Then clown fish then say: I have laundered.
I said with a laugh: Where?
Voice hardly ever, I feel a pain in buttocks, one foot had been slipped into the water and really Bath has. Everyone laughed their heads off next to bend forward. Ah ~! Really can not understand why so embarrassed every time it? Fortunately, there is no next to the camera.
We could not even climb with a roll, and finally came to the generous vent. A group of donkeys began to reducing the burden. More mm Zhuoxie play. After all, the older people, and I honestly sit on the sidelines to see if they play so much fun. (To be honest, my butt is wet, not chaos everywhere Hyun ah. Daiming ah ~ ~ ~)
Open back, and I do not want to "Bath", and strongly urge the corners were cut. Unfortunately, I did not expect to be so dangerous path. I merely look at the foot of the road, refused to take a commanding enjoy the beauty of the. All the way finally in sight, believe it is necessary to fall into the cliff, but fortunately there are cloud soft mm all the way to support me. Wanted to come to shame, like the original also boasted that take care of 2 mm then, who knows but to let others take care of me.
Finally down the hill and had yet to take a breather, A Gone with the Wind wanted us to go eco-ditch. To abandon the idea of flash in my mind too, but the thought of harsh reality (do not know the way back ah.), Had no alternative but to follow the big forces. Really runaway, Who I am more slowly, finally catch up with the major forces are taking a break, they open the. The way to not break off. Cloud soft mm only poor to take care of me, and do not break off.
We came to the end ---- W Au Village. Good small village, not a few families. Standing in the way village, blowing a cool mountain breeze. Looking back on our Today's result, a trace of tremendous sense of accomplishment. Victory lies persist.
Author: tinacnnb
