Here are gone, not the geographical sense of the word "dream world." Only because many years ago, eager for an invented name novels, novels though mortality, and the name gave me play a sly take over. Remember wrote: "Do you believe that there really paradise? I'm sure. Because I know that there was a girl come out from there." Is for order.
1:00 into the house, the mother of bed early. Washed Ting Dang, Duanbei cold milk sitting in the living room does not turn on the lights slowly drink. Windy, and temperatures plunged. Outside the window of the shadow cast dancing on the wall, swaying whirling. A sober mind and confusion, as if this long vacation is not over, but clearly over.
Let me see, from a sunny afternoon five days ago that began.
"Wuling people, fishing for the industry, the edge of river line, forget the way the near and far. Suddenly every Taohua Lin, clamps the shore arrangement a few hundred paces, the non-Zashu, Grass tasty, full of fallen flowers, the fishermen's very different; recovery ahead , For the poor of their forest. "
May 2 eat lunch, as usual, has ever go out with their parents do not like - the mother laughs and asks me whether or not to send? She had never been seen working with his father on the balcony playing with drying rack, outside the sun was surprisingly good - a bus crossing the river, swinging out of the tunnels, but it stopped turning, and I had to cross the street went station head in agreement.
Distant places in the crowd looking for him, dressed in white, with vim and can not help but burst out laughing. He looked something me: "slept well last night?" "Where, three in the morning was the nagging mother woke up ... ..." laughing all the way, a taxi to go to the coach station.
Before opening a four-point bus, too station tightness, sat chatting on the steps of the door.
Zhejiang want to go to the rooftop, the birthplace of Buddhism, Tiantai, intend to find between the temple stay there, cross over Drum and bell days. Plan on foot to the beams from Kokuseiji waterfalls, I heard that the way a good landscape. Chat in the rise of the unknown expectations of the trip will be swept away the last few days of low mood. Under the sun, could not help narrowing his eyes in Lifting think about the "Age of Innocence," ending inside the door that window.
To the roof is 20 o'clock, dinner at home and shop to pass the End (garlic beans is estimated that never wash down the pan, while eating side of the selection, "fresh" and very), began looking for a place to live. To almost roof-top town, but, every family hotels fully booked! More than two hours later, tired and hot we are finally at the urban fringe of a certain guest houses settled down, leaving only six floor of a Triple.
Bathroom downstairs, in accordance with the instructions of the boss wife debugging temperature, or cold-S, or hot S, causing me to constantly hopping. Are busily working, I suddenly heard him knock on the door and shouted my name, almost scared to death on the spot. It turned out he did not ease down the janitor, saw the fire water heater every two seconds was beaten up once, why do I think! I do not know inside he wants to why, only desperately shouting: "I am all right, I am nothing!"
Turned out the light, we have a tacit agreement to sleep two hours, which is separated from a bed, there is a tie not a tie as possible. Mind is not without a little bit nervous, so more and more to be pretending to care about appearance. He later joked that my attitude was so natural and generous, so that he was "embarrassed to even think how hard they have to do" the. After a 12 o'clock, just to be hazy sleep, he began snoring masterpiece, sound amazing. My bed by the window, window frontage, for a whole night rumble of heavy vehicles in transit without a break. I could only stand and stare at the ceiling, her first-time sleep for.
"Lin to make water, they have to mountain, mountain There are fertile fields Mei-chih, bamboo and mulberry, and aerial transportation, Along the smell. Between different types of them, men and women clothing, noted as outsiders; Chuitiao yellow hair, and contend from the music."
May 3 hardly managed to last until dawn, early downstairs wash, Huanhaoyifu up, he has woke up in bed smoking, the embarrassment of the scene somewhat ambiguous. I just buried things, a time without words. After a child, he pointed at the bed of the semi-cylinder web: "kinda polite, do not mean to throw pillows it?" Not to mention already, I dig his own pillow copied smashed in the past: "I am embarrassed to throw you Daohai nerve to say! "He picked up the pillow plug in the first end of a laugh did not speak.
Too early to Guoqing Temple, temple visitors much. Sure enough, a good seat Millennium temple, in front of a tall bamboo pole 1000, eyeful lush greenery. Temple built to the mountain, spectacular. But the past few days due to make land and water, all rooms fully booked already. Is full of disappointment, that the monk then said: "Temple, there may be smart, you can go and see."
Before I left, in the "magic bullet Hall" He was a "Sutra." I was无可无不可person, not as he is so Qianxinxiangfo only the far corner of the futon and sat picking. Tingna Master sermon: " 'to lay down their life and death', that is, to lay down their dedication to the life and death ... ... 'Yesterday various, such as yesterday's dead. Today, all kinds, such as today's health.' As long as laid down in the past are no longer lingering, nothing is fit for ... ... "After hearing the heart unknowingly a move.
There are 10 seated lecture hall several young monks and several lay female students. Lay disciples to listen to the most serious, but added earnestness of the monks, there is close their eyes meditatively, more people have already hung his head and the Duke of Chou Shu-dream. Beyond that some high school, after preaching on the taste of the political class scripted, and I gradually commit to starting difficulties. Turned around to see carved wooden lattice windows, a few strains of the millennium-old trees and green refreshing, and the birds singing in the branches between the mildly ... ... eyelids growing heavy, last weak to continue playing the sleepy. A Sleepless, and understanding the Buddha is also Kelian Jian, the Buddha!
Out the proposed projects must Kokuseiji lasts 9:45, the sun is not severe, even under trees blocks out the sun still cool and decided to go on foot to change smart Temple.
Along the picturesque. The mountain is full of unknown flowers, open positive-yan. Stopped from time to time look at the strange insects, which boasts a variety of incredible beauty of life, happy to crawl in the middle of the road. Most of the time on the road only two of us, the negative a big bag Osumi Osumi the line, arbitrary chatting days. It was stuck inside the vehicle from a pass by the first license to way to show their appreciation for whistle blowing sound, and I feel better. The sun rose higher, hot, continued on our way off his jacket, bottle empty saliva into the mountain home discuss drink, tired, sitting on winding mountain road side, quietly watching the midday sun shining over the mountain forests, streams murmur of flowing water. Not far away, the tall trees with a bird on the legislation, is dumped by its majestic beauty masterpiece that it "suddenly La" look from our heads over, disappear.
Walking for nearly three hours, the sun gradually rose to his head, he was sweating very powerful clothes inside and outside a thoroughly wet. Was wondering do you still want to go in the end, came a little old and a two Tiaodan female mountain, its brilliant Temple to inquire about how much of this distance. Very clever, they also go toward that: "with us on a path, and then have an hour to!" They almost confuse with the. The so-called path, that is, between the steps between the two winding roads. Barely keep up with the beginning of their prime - have heard such a way, in order to farm them to play at least one round trip a day - will soon be inadequate, and only allow them one step ahead. Young woman mountain seems to be nostalgia for him, come all the way out and again look back.
One o'clock, and finally see the "smart Temple" guidepost, the mountain on the brush with a very eye-catching banners, as if we are prepared for: "The emergency! Please dial 90125!" Laugh. Turn right through the tunnel, we saw mountains exude a temple surrounded by the towering exposed corner of paradise-like.
And went under the mountain for half an hour. 1:30, standing on "smart talk about Temple, Kang title" and plaque, the rough one calculation, from the start of the Guoqing Temple, a whole four hours.
Long-distance walking poles have been in the past, and now we are hungry can eat a whole under the elephants. An old monk led the two surfaces with a famine-colored people to the canteen, rice earlier than the time, and good-hearted cook is still quick and neat way to serve a meal of four dishes and one soup. Is a mountain vegetable dishes, soup, seaweed soup is very pale, plus two bowl left-, we are contented to eat.
The canteen is a brick-wood structure of the old houses, tall walls and beams have been smoked for many years completely different. Earth piled mountain of fruits and vegetables have just sent, Ge Zhao a vat of white rice on the stove is Gulp steaming, cook were in the Zecaitianchai, canteens and nobody silent. And his sitting down to a meal in the afternoon sun warm floating down from the skylight overhead down, the hearts of calm water. Think that a few hours journey worthwhile!
2:30, registration accommodation monks to work, to the two single rooms of 20 yuan. Rooms in the main hall behind the walk, "tourist stop" signs, and my heart there is inexplicable joy. The second floor of the rooftop planted with flowers, he wanders the dark blue sky, white clouds, distant mountains and the glazed tile roof, are woven into a beautiful Xianyan beauty.
After office, the high threshold in a palm-size small white dog in the corner sniffing sniffing ah to turning in circles, soon as I can not help but cheer. He also stopped in her tracks, squat body look. The remaining few drops of the bottle of mineral water fell on his palm, put puppy in the past, puppy will "Huchihuchi" will be licking up, and even slip through There is also reluctant to let go of his funny laugh. Deacon monk we say interesting, Xu is a look at our young and fit, it is recommended to go live in another room, said, "there clean."
Sure enough inside that floor clean, a guest at all. Chose the opposite end of the two rooms upstairs, a small, one desk and a cabinet with a bathroom. One by a Buddhist shrine, a side the mountain scenery are good.
Just enough to eat, decided to go out around in circles (born donkey life ah). Mountain entrance ticket for the elderly in good faith, to remind: "To rain啦, but also to go out ah?" Laughs promised. Temple, turn left out of the bridge, there is a fork in the road, left "Yuantong Temple", to the right of "A Quiet Creek Pavilion", walks left. Have seen the new Mid-carved Buddha, and then down. A few have been inundated half the height of the bush trails through the bottom but not the end. At this point, are already deep in the mountains, and eyeful of green, ear sound of gurgling water. Are lamenting a worthwhile trip, the horizon came the sound of Long Longlei. Look at the sky really going to rain.
Return Gao Temple, the rain still under Suiyou along the path in front of the right temple. Trail had become the ridge, large terraces full of mountains, Yamashita is a rice field, far from a farmer wearing a bamboo hat Accompanied by their trousers, bend over and stand knee-deep in water planting rice seedlings, context is extremely moving. Low thunder clouds rolling in the stuffy, drop a few drops of rain as big as beans, one by one in the water splashes round halo. Frogs, grasshopper and a variety of unknown small Yi Chong, have cropped up in the fields and lively jump to jump to.
Back to the wise Temple, torrential rain over the region. 45 monks sat抄手casual veranda, the unrestrained skirts, chat to see rain. Off to one side of the benches empty, we have in the past to sit down. Go for a whole day, really tired, so willing to sit, not saying anything, what do not want to, quietly watching rain under the eaves converging lines. Evening mountain wind is blowing in the hall hallway, tucked strands of rain drift falls on his face body, body thoroughly cool.
Fat accosted a young monk said: "You are come from?"
He wanted to talk to monks, then sat in the past conversation.
The more rain the next greater weariness to the unexpected again. I am leaning against the wall, eyes closed and listen to them talk.
"Shanghai, Shanghai good! ... ... Year's income from a few kilos?"
"What?" He was asked bewildered.
"I have heard that you where the scales of income is known?"
"... ..."
Punched a nap on the bench, back rooms into the evening sky. No hot water, washed in a random, engaged reverse gear will be sleeping. I do not know how long it had been a while anxious mess-door sound awakened. Get up and open the door, the original is the steward of the old aunt called us to dinner. Rest at noon in the cafeteria to see the table is obviously written by six dinner, and he said yes to call me. Regardless, she slept a first withdrawn from circulation. Ju material just lie down, opposite the door was again beating the mountain ring. No one should be a good while, it is estimated that he went to find his family talk. Only Zaipaqilai: "You Do not knock! I'll let him." "Then do not eat the no!" The old lady had gone away muttering, but I lost sleep, out of the window the sky growing dark - this room by the mountain after dark, quite scary - is also earlier than 6:00, and can not help but fear them, only his clothes and look for him.
Opposite to the first knock on the door, he turned out not to. Down through the temple, heard the chanting bell, Asari looked. That I have to turn, someone asked me to come out, turned out he had been inside a human being becomes a matter practice. Dinner bar, he said.
6:30, dining hall had been packed Ting Dang, several cook sitting around gossip, see us, and warmly greeted. Vegetables for dinner a few color names, is still a light. Monks every day so, I really have a great anyone, and courage.
Mind some slightly unpleasant, lost for years, only to rise from time to time to see days, Men Men Road: "This is how non-stop rain tomorrow, if we do?"
This moment the huge dining hall lit only a dim light bulb, sitting under the lamp to eat, surrounded by a bleak, there is a bit ambiguous Rembrandt paintings tone.
"Then again for a day ... ... it is life goes on, is here to live my life."
I swept him one - his eyes suffused with a smile - guess what that means.
Eaten rice, nowhere to go, had to do with him back to temple view. House of the Central chatting up a high-profile, set up three altar, three wearing red golden cassock monk sitting Subsequently, the Chi Fa device, obsessed with a speech. Under the altar a long table, sat on both sides of the 45 monks, with the altar on the read speech joined in the chorus break out Shashi pleasant. To be self-tunes, so occasionally emerge two "Angel Will match" sort of familiar melodies.
Low Low He told me: "This is called a 'discharge flame mouth', is that these lay their ... ...", pointing sitting in front of us several Ziyi woman: "in making money donations, and prayers for his family, and even to do 7 days. heard of this one to sixty thousand! "As we speak, there are monks to stand and lay hands. They filed out the door, one by one Kuanpao big sleeves, Fu Shen worship has been stifled. "Hua Lala," on the altar sprinkling monks who do not know what the desktop, into a ring. At first I thought it was water (wonder shells Gong terrible), and then I was meters.
Looked good for a while, and gradually some feel oppressed: "I want to go out to see rain, you listen to it." He does not Dayan, followed by out.
In the hall stood a little before Lang Yanxia station. No hospital, construction of the outline is not immersed in the dark dark sky, the rain ticking A ground floor the night, some slightly cooler air.
Forget who should look at the proposed dog, and walked Zeze wooden staircases, office, several workers are watching television, puppies in a cardboard box under the table curled already asleep. Bored to withdraw. Next door is between the Office for big living room, with the case of a few antique wall hung a number of photographs and art. He was a "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" under the stop, wriggle recite them. I have one by one look at the past, unknowingly walking to the other end of the living room. Very weak electric lights have been Bianbu Qing handwriting on the wall, gradually picking a chair and sit down, distant look at him. 10 steps were separated by a distance, his back towards me, word by word to read the Heart Sutra, seriously cute.
A sudden power failure, and the whole house d.m.z. dark.
Thunderstorms hit the mountains, the weather power outages are common, I had been an unknown person room on the inside to see if light and clear eliminate eliminate the Ming fool enough to choke. Wait a few seconds, he pulled out a lighter, go and shout my name. I hold back laugh: I was sitting opposite, he should not see! 1:00 played a stubborn heart, quietly stood up, the shadows darker corners go.
He asked the office to hear Aunt: "Just now the little girl with me Shang Naqu up?" Aunties say that is probably out. The light is far lighter, and the hall again reaching not see five fingers. I think that this joke might be a bit too open, and he is afraid of them. Groping the door, just made impressive advances, see the end of the corridor he stood and looked. He also found me, walked over, Banzhu my shoulder: "You scare me?!," Smiling.
Under my heart a little bit alarmed, did not speak, track towards where to go to the gallery side became firmly established, he stopped in my Shen Pan.
2 people are silent, silently watching days.
A night of rain, washing the mountain like a faded color, deeply shallow gray-black, with days to make a financial, as a wantonly spilled yet affordable ink shades. Dianding later, the long pole lug a long light, water, gas and lifeless in the Mist Lane Muai flickering. Temple also ring the bell, and Youde pass over, reminding us of scenes dreams.
I can not help but sigh: "This is the Drum."
Silence.
As the previous joke, as if the air has played a subtle change. This is unsettling silence, tension, a move did not dare move.
He leaned over to my ear, Low Low Road: "suddenly want to hug you."
I am startled, too late response, has been his football into the arms.
Recognized a long time, our relationship has always been maintained between the intimate and restrained, delicate distance. Such things are difficult to predict, if not this strange combination of circumstances of the trip - this is Ben Guo-qing away, but came wise temple, or otherwise does not get this heavy rain. The temple is located in a remote if not wise, nor electricity ... ... is like the Buddha, somewhere a step by step brought us here. Now, he's the real atmosphere so warm, so I do not recall too many old people and things, only to indulge in this moment Erbinsimo.
I prank: "The monk thought you were to make it!"
He laughed: "To make the decision to make with you!"
They laugh together. Immediately, behind the lights a lamp bright. Rooms have a crush on? People were awakened by it? Ben startle us out of the hand. Went to the stairs in one breath, the face of monks up, hand naturally open up, and they can not help but smile.
Back to the temple, the ceremony is still well underway. Singing is lively, electricity cut off again, deacons monk entered hastily ended a high-candle. For a time, Dianwai thunder and lightning and Candle hall swaying and singing through the sound of wooden fish sound, sound Qiming Zhong Qing, a small temple is full of ineffable mystery of strange atmosphere. I could have been nightmare living in a low voice said to him: "It seemed like a dream ... ..."
And so the ceremony ended, catch up with the abbot to him in front of my mother's wish to discuss a peace symbol. "Is written in yellow on the Jianzhi scripture, was a light, attached to the house for security and peace." I could not even say with gestures. Abbot readily promised, let us to fetch tomorrow.
A good mood back room was surprised to discover inside lights, dozens of moths, mosquitoes, and even spiders, densely parked on the wall! That thought did not go out when closing a window. Off the lights, he took a newspaper to bed and serve a pass Cookin in the darkness, a crackling sound. I hid one side afraid laugh, the very thing that strikes you whole body itch.
Sweep clean, but also a trip to discuss the Office to two mosquito (said with a smile rerun go back and forth in this section of track can close your eyes), swap the room, way too good night, and finally end this long day.
"See the fisherman is Startled, which has never been asked, with A's, we have to also house located sprinkle chickens for food, the village known to have this person, salty to inquiries. Xianshibiqin from the clouds when the chaos, the rate wife Yi Ren, to the impasse does not return Yan; accordingly interval with outsiders. asked today are Mr Ho Sai, I wonder if there is Chinese, regardless of Wei, Jin. "
May 4 night doors and windows closed, people sleep daze, not knowing when the distant sound of the bell came three, suddenly woke up surprised to discover that point of a roomful of congratulatory smoke mosquito-repellent incense. Up windows, see the downstairs temple where a solitary light, such as beans, looked still a silence.
Out CD to listen to the sound of melodious music, the heart gradually level off. That I have to sleep, Hu Ting see "answer, answer, answer" very rhythmic sounds from far and near, could not resist his palms windows explore what was going on, Masami a monk knocked at the door clapper flash moon.
This time completely awake, and never sleep. Wonder how will their own here, a millennium temple mountains, neither come to office, nor is the place to go. In accordance with the Buddhist view, perhaps a few hundred years ago doomed, and will come here at this time. But today's actions, then why should not a few are still around after the World reincarnation? ... ... There is no cell phone signals, such as an accident, only a group of strangers monk nail in the coffin (Ye Hao, salvation lunch). Here, I'm just myself, there is no non-corporeal belongings can be used to prove that I mosaic anything to do with it. In fact, come into this world was one, in the end, only our own with just ... ... cranky, Shanghai seems to be at sea misty night lights, leaving only a few hours ago to embrace the flavor and feel the true warmth.
And bell struck looked around, in the yard busy gradually opened, the very loud sound of brushing teeth, running water sound, footsteps. Days more shiny, and Chuang Feng, the mountain, tree, little by little changing rooms a clear outline. Five-point multi, dining hall packed with monks and opt for singing through the years.
I jumped up and knocked at his door, and told him to look out of class early. The door opens, this guy is risking a mouth bubble brush your teeth, the spirit of a very good look. Huh? I still remember that last night was heard to eat breakfast at six o'clock Paqi, the look of tears expression.
Eaten with rice, it is proposed a walk up the hill. A stroll along the winding path, alongside the mangosteen shimmering turquoise, the water stream sound of yesterday's big compared to many, to bow their heads looked, really! A night of rain, water has been available "rushing" to describe it. A short walk, to reach "A Quiet Creek Pavilion." Morning 6:30, distant sound of the water, the valley of the bird, which increasingly Chen Chu Ban Shanting the tranquil. Will sit back and rains from the mountains deep in the dense fog will gradually across the hills surrounded by submerged, until not see a vast expanse of whiteness. Then slowly, a little bit, exposed, spread out to the ... ... come and go, do not know how long will it looked almost suspicions are in Wonderland!
Saturated absorption of this natural clouds, Road back to Temple. Through a mountain stream, see that water is a big cute, could not help but take off shoes and socks go Zouleyizao. Underwater rocks over gravel, the water is hard to tell anxious at the depth of fear to go laugh pains. A rise, see Lin Ye Chuila surface, the new woven into a spider-web dip dew, translucent crystal.
Back to the wise Temple, Si Xiali quiet, the monks declared that they go back to a rest room! We are surprised baffling, not only so, why bother starting so early? Think that's probably the abbot also catch up on sleep, do not scrambling his old Kiyonaga strike!
Back into the house, bored to start with crossword puzzles. Out the window, the sky is already light out, SHAN Lan dissipated, the trees set off the roof of curl under the rising smoke, the rain has stopped unconsciously.
Ten o'clock, reckoned the abbot of the rose, and on the "Scriptures floor" to find him. Gently push the door in, two monks on the older neighbors sit opposite the window, wearing a solemn monks, their concentrated study Buddhist scriptures, interior silence silent.
He trepidation beaten inquiries: "Hello, teacher! Ask the chair last night, 'let flame mouth' priests in it?"
Failure of two monks looks clear and watch the amiable. Wen Yan slightly Yi Leng, thought, suddenly. It turned out that people Fahao "Andre" is not this temple abbot, and are designed to Temple from the outside brought in the practice of something.
As we speak, Andre Master already smiling to come back. He lead us to the bedroom, two strings of hanging out - wearing a thin red string on a plastic system, the "Shenzhou great mercy" and a small Yu Guanyin - earnestly urge Road: "I am not, was specially brought from others Agency, the there had been a bare!. " We looked at each other, speechless. Helpless, only give it hundred dollars money, which receive down.
Exit door, I am a mockery to a bunch of people: "Let's wearing on self-month strike!" He sighed, but also infinitely fascinating way: "Did you see those two old people have it? That's what I really mind nun! "
Originally planned to leave early in the morning to the beams, the delay had Zaiqu canteen queue. And the cook had been familiar with - Every time I go we all own take tim rice bowls and chopsticks, wash before eating back into the rack in the morning and give a bit of fruit to give them Liaobiaoxinyi - so they leave, they are repeatedly and sincerely shouted: "come ah!" all the way to go out, registration of accommodation deacons met Monk, temple entrance ticket of the old man, laughing good-bye: "gone." "come again ah." "Good good."
The road once again. Temple could not help but look back smart, has a step by step far away, like the dream-like magical two days, became an instant no Zaixun past. Drum and bell was memorable only in a casual moment after many years in order to hear the bar.
In contrast, only at an unusual attractions Shilianghe waterfalls, but packed with tourists who bring us back a little territory, let us remember that they are in the Labor Day Golden Week trips to Bale.
Afternoon, the county seat back roof, in the bus station now studying a moment, go to Hsin Chong to buy tickets early in the morning the next day. Reason to say ridiculous, just because an "Eagle-shooting" stills, Guo Jing, Huang Rong in the single-plank bridge on the Mile together, getting the very America. In addition, I know nothing about Xinchang. He was slightly more than I would back a "horizontal Tian Mu groaning to heaven."
Travel Gaoding no more feelings to pull three cars in the city to eat, "dumpling cake drum" (I am old and want to read a "dumpling tube cake"). As a something similar to spring rolls, size large, rich in content. More than 40-year-old proprietress Chunfengmanmian to talk and laugh with him from time to time to make girls like infinite modesty. I buried Kuang Chi, nausea laugh to abdominal pain.
Dinner at the best local restaurants, "sail", called a table vegetable, as the two-day Hunxing not dip compensation.
Rice strike to "Tea House" Oof mist tea, sea and chat a pass.
Su "transit hotel." By his thunder night fights sleep, and the crazy smashing pillows useless anger get out of bed, eating packaged cucumber pieces brought back.
"This person made 11 as having heard, all Tan Wan. More than the re-extended to their family are all out of Food & Wine. Resigned a few days to stop this human saying: 'that outsiders are!'"
May 5 from the rooftop to Xinchang only took a half an hour. The early morning moisture in the mountains is very heavy fog blocked the road once, the driver he was by no means slow down and see our frightened.
Under Xinchang, Shaoxing, than the size of the rooftop for large, tidy and most strange is that the city actually only see a traffic light, and traffic in good order!
Su Gushan Road "Huaxiang." Enthusiastic reception lady told us to go Wozhou Lake, waved again and again: "There is nothing good looking!" Bai Ju-yi in the "Wozhou Mountain Monastery in mind," he wrote: "South East Landscape, Vietnam, headed by Yan for the face, Wo Zhou Tian Mu for the prospect of a solution. " Mr. Lotte should not be deceptive, not to mention I'll wait for donkey minority, when the pedestrians not work. (In fact, bought the tickets the next day later than 20:40 Fanhu, there is a full day and a half the time required to pass only)
Wozhou Lake is located 12 kilometers east, in the rabbit sweater market, a public light bus ride bound for long-Chao (Online mistaken for "Long Point", harm our good-looking). Because of that one, "nothing good-looking," Wozhou Lake people overjoyed. Along the way met only two sets of visitors, few people clean, increasingly Chen Chu school of picturesque come. Speed boat ride around the lake gallops a week. Looking around us, wrapped in a heavy Wang Qingshan green lake, and some doubts: I remember the photo there is a lake, Block Island? Boatman understatement: "The beginning of water, large, has been drowned by."
Lunch in the "Dream Lake Villa", taste pretty delicious, the price does not because it is the only lake hotel and a denial of justice. After dinner go out ride along the lake. Very windy highway Setaria Qi height of a man being blown "Shakes the Barley"-shaped waves, the truly beautiful.
Back to the hotel, people Juanji, but did not dare to sleep, or at night but also Yiyewumian to dawn (the first, how a "devastating" Zile De).
Had Jiangdajingshen out shopping. Bought at the snack stand sits a huge tortillas, she began to self-mockery, "to eat dishes," finished and you still do not wash, how good! Xinchang, he experienced a return to the public toilets, surprise to actually go to the toilet to provide three kinds of methods available. Went to a residential area, two very serious discussion of the kinds of plot where the "Magnolia" or "Bodhi." Also crowded into a large group of migrant workers, the great interest surrounding villages of the circus to a dirty plump young lions bears and a doddering unloaded from a truck to ... ... swinging aimlessly for a long time, Tuisuan, and sat Riverside Avenue, stone bench to chat. As night fell, the river opposite the residents of the building's lights lit up a house, he earnestly a few bright lights for several lights off, a few children did not like their minds to happy.
Dinner in the "snack street", blocks the first is called "natural taro dumpling museum" in. Asked for a baked taro dumplings, pickled cabbage torso bone taro dumplings, onion oil razor clam, Chunbing packet header Xianggan Malan, taste very United States, plus beer, but 40 yuan.
Excellent boss who listen to us eat, "pull pot head", went so far as to do the cooking himself up. We could not even saying there was no trouble, she said with a smile "is you have one that we ourselves want to eat the." Let's talk about another thing again Xinchang specialty "meters of tea", she said her family there, so we do not have to buy some to take home tomorrow to come and collect it wants to.
"Both out, obtaining the ship, then Fu to the road, everywhere Chi's. And county, the Yi Prefecture, said this. Prefecture of people with their Jiqian to, look to the blog, accordingly fans no longer have to way."
May 6 Today "beginning of summer." 'Li' is the beginning, 'summer' is large, said the planting of spring crops grown up. I love China, the traditional set, though all have a long elegant sophistication.
If Xiaojiabiyu Wozhou Lake,穿岩十九峰can be described as the Anne of Green Gables. Yamashita planted cherry, mountain Maolin tall bamboo. Climb the stairs, the sun through the thick leaves bits and pieces floating down down, every step is a golden light.
The time it is listed mulberry, there are mountain people in the roadside selling a small purple fruit of this Ukraine, imagine the very tasty sweet sour, but after listening to him eating the mouth will become like Ukraine purple, had to afford to spare.
Lean on a railing overlooking the Peak, one of the swallows nesting in the cliff diving down from a high in the air glide a beautiful arc, and then to a 360-degree flip ... ... look at the lives of so freely, Heart seems to have simply asked to fly to the endless blue sky gone.
The local government has spent a considerable effort to develop Shi Jiufeng area, set up a bridge between the peaks. Across the bridge, his fear of heights a sudden attack, I thought he was joking, mischievous energetically in the bridge, stamp of the feet. Bridge made of very strong, only a few slightly Akira, he actually rushed to the other side would blink of an eye, never seen him move so fast! I laughed and waved at him, indicating the bridge scenery is pretty good. He shook his head, they dress in the car waiting for it.
Down, see people boating on the lake is perhaps something inexplicable, GU is not a hungry cuckoo called stomach, first went to greet Shaogong dock. Narrow bamboo rafts slowly in the river as a mirror-like across the two sides of Castle Peak projection, such as Dai-seem to have returned to the Rain in the Lijiang River Shilihualang.
Lunch at the riverside, shiliang beer plus braised frog, see "28 women, mainly Jiao, wind off bridges."
"Qianzhangyougu" where man-made notes on the landscape far-fetched, but it is also very interesting, so-called "mother of life", "root of life", said with a smile Not Another Teen Movie. Glen at the end of a hole name "West Lake at the end of" Legend of White Snake is a Branch of the practice. He was reading the Straight Die Zu: "Strange Little Green Road, the letter I sent it all go down the drain!" This infatuation seeds, since he was a Bihua by the "Green Snake," Xiaoqing Loving it right now.
From "Qianzhangyougu" to come through a strange tunnel, there is no electricity, and only two distant light, mini-train thundered to open out the two of us who sat in the darkness, silence bought a watermelon eating, juice flow a first-hand.
Since the beginning of people depressed supper powerful. Front of a pot of pickled cabbage head, a little appetite and no. Focusing instead on reading the newspaper, and never look at the "press digest" research at the end of the month swap child, the suture does not pull. He laughed and asked me if I was looking at the "Grandma"? He is not a rhetorical question, I often look at how to know where else posted what! He said ah I often have to pay more attention to "market demand" ... joking ... although I felt they had no reason to be more depressed.
Days all of a sudden it began to rain, a time of wind comes up, trees have been blown in rickety, the rain slowly blurred windows of sight.
Small point waiting for the rain to take taro dumplings Museum "meters tea." We see the boss a laugh: "thought you do not come it!" She poured some for us to taste. But it was the cake cut into very fine pieces particles into the pan sizzling to the popcorn-like, against the sugar drink. She said that her relatives in Shanghai who do not know, take back a bag of all poured into the pan fried, the result was sacked a house full! We all laughed to hear. Middling taste to tell the truth could be this deep sense of human touch, so that two rainy night in a foreign land passengers feel warm inside.
Take a rickshaw to the bus station. Wind and rain big driver tread very difficult, the original still has a lot to the price they pay him a cent.
There are some time away from the start, in the waiting room watching television, in the old black and white put a talking piece. Simply a little bit, which do not go empty yo another heavy heart, and 10 minutes long as a century. Wait for them to leave immediately hopped in the cab. Also stagger.
8:40, bus to start on time, slowly out Xinchang city.
The new Mercedes-Benz sleeper car, air-conditioned open feet, curled up in blankets, listening to gossip he was lying next to Xu Xu. Filled with names of non-shaped loss and sadness, mixed with a little tenderness and joy.
Out the window, lights sometime a little bit of the city recede, until, hidden in the lifeless night.
Reaching the high-speed, home.
"Nanyang Liu Ji, Gao also, hear it, is pleased to regulations, fail, look for the final illness. After accordingly no person is interested."
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Author: eky
