Holidays, I had a chance to Xiamen, Wuyi Mountain for a visit.
The aircraft landed safely at the Xiamen International Airport, no time to watch the Xiamen city, and we went straight to Xiamen port, ferry to the prestigious Gulangyu. Due to delays on the road for a few minutes, (Note: The ferry from Xiamen to Gulangyu one-hour intervals, 45 separate boat) ferry has begun its journey, leaving us organize our thoughts in the waiting room. An hour ago, we are still a lively scene in Guangzhou are familiar with, but now, we have exposure to an unfamiliar city, this city its unique charm to attract us to embrace it.
An hour later, we sat in the ferry schedule. Through so that I suppressed the low cabin, I came to the stern deck. One side is a bustling city scene, city of skyscrapers, labeled as the outcome of the city's municipal building, on the other side is was short, and the green mountains, pale green water, nature, landscape better traction my eyes. A light breeze blowing over my face, but also to appease me impetuous soul.
Boat opened, the wind is also greater, deck Exalted come and gone, I just quietly watching. There is a white ship passes by the crowd burst of noise caused by movement, we are busy with the ship to a photo. I am laughing, as if he is very aloof free and easy. In fact not the case.
People coming and going, finally left me. Not intentionally trying to go away from the general public, who just want to enjoy a safe and comfortable, nothing binding, Rinpu legislation in Willful and emotions flying.
Boats docked up the stairs, through the long corridor, set foot on Gulangyu land.
This is a small island surrounded by water, covering an area a few tens of square, the population, but 20000. Sea breeze was blowing, waves scratch people, trees and lush, coastal paths and build, and indeed a good place for vacation leisure.
Followed by the general public, through a tree-shrouded trails, Burton felt everywhere green, the air fresh and pleasant, which is inside a concrete jungle all day walking difficult for us to enjoy, and take a deep breath, take a deep breath .... Through the trails, view an open, the face of a water wave Hao-miao of the sea, because of cloudy sake, sea smoke lingering looks, but also another kind of hazy beauty.
We live in waterfront hotel is built, tonight, I can sleep sound accompanied by tides, waves can be looked on sound asleep. Used in the hotel for lunch, I could not wait to rush out, and the sea face to face, depending on the right to carry out a sound and the silent exchanges. Sound waves clean with my ears, I am listening to nature's greatest and most frenzied movement. Rinse with cold water to my skin texture, cleanse my soul. Oh, I would like to pursue is as clear water-like luminous state of mind. Dialogue and the sea beyond, I think the whole body ease, washed off the earth between the Ukena virtual reputation, took off the cloak of hypocrisy secular, I like the pure and transparent and if the baby.
Peng waves in the islands, there is no Jingtao exciting waves, no rocks phosphorus Xun gods, there are no strange weird things. If you want to take adventures, Yan, do not come here. Gulangyu there is only a leisurely feelings. Here, you can relax your mind, equatorial your emotions, sort out your thoughts can be about anything, do not do anything, but as the foot of the path and move forward.
In the Gulangyu, very strange, you do not see any kind of modern means of transport, in addition to the frequency of a non-polluting electric car, I did not even seen a bicycle. So here, fresh air and serenity tranquility, which is suffering from noise nuisance in my longing for a place ah!
Along the path, slowly the venue. Came to Shu Zhuang garden, small bridges, pavilions, and other gardens, like, but here there are the sea. Sea breeze blowing slowly, with a touch of salt and taste the air is full of the sea atmosphere. Far superior Yang rains of the piano Mother walked, went to the piano museum. Gulangyu raise a number of well-known pianist, where the piano has become a town. Piano museum a number of age-old piano, whole workshop is truly music seems to also tell the ancient story.
Shu Zhuang leaving the garden, to passers-by asking him about "Old Street" lies. Foot bluestone brick, through the downtown business district, appeared in front of a narrow streets, with walls towering on either side inside the enclosure is erected on a villa with a garden. Old Street was built before liberation Returned Overseas Chinese, and the mostly European-style buildings, but due to age-old, now held, some of the house because of disrepair for years, has become dangerous buildings. Old Street is up. Into the streets, just like entering a historical novel in one go. Here the wall towering, dense shade of a tree, crowded in upon, cool sweat-free. Probing into the mental state of holding winding path read history. Most of the house's main structure is still, still vaguely visible at that time the momentum and style, but has no human habitation, leaving only a deep garden, the trees at the guard had grown into a towering trees, tree fruits, no were picked, rather a desolate feeling. Passing through a building, the door hung a sign, ** probation by the probe a look at the house had been crumbling, door open, deep door like a big mouth, such as in the complaint, on the war? Of history? Or human? Some houses still live, I would probe into the yard watching someone else, sitting in a quiet courtyard enjoy the cool air of the mother looking at one with me, she is for those of us rush of tourists has long been accustomed to? I do something wrong, like a child, as if secretly ran into someone else's off-limits. Come on, we might disturb other people's lives.
Out of the old street, then walked back to the sea trail. Swarmed the beach watching the waves slowly. The sea, and then kiss me! Take off their shoes, I fell into the sea. Coarse sand friction on my feet, I do not care; cool sea breeze chaos of my hair, I do not care; blue water wet my skirt squat, I do not care; I play with the waves, I would like to become a a fish, free-Ao Yu.
In the sea that, with the wind pass away, the wind blowing, my hair is flying high, my heart flying.
Author: qiuhaitang2002
