Chen-yuan, my trip destination.
I walked to you, constant marching forward, you know me that this is a pious, my obsession with gray to you, Ben Lai, you can understand my attachment to this report.
Weather two thousand years, you still stand in this piece of land of eastern Guizhou. Something different when the millennium shift, the millennium Kuwata sea, you have in the passage of time still retains its original folk customs. Baiyun golden air has passed, you have at the time of the hurried pace, the remains therefore I am. You are in the ancient and the modern collision trying to find a balance. So now, in between the mountains and rivers, and in this bluestone lanes, you pass through time and space, such as an old legend tells of an eternal.
To see the Black Dragon Cave, an ancient and elegant atmosphere rushing toward us.
This hillside construction, combined with miaojia Diaojiao Lou's style and the Central Plains architectural features. I wonder, apart from gods of nature and had to admire the wisdom and courage of mankind, this hillside wood and stone structure of buildings, such as eagle spreading its wings, soar. Pavilion similarities between the stone paths, Qulang connected between the House floor. Pick up on the ladder while the original high already at the foot of the archway.
In this known as "classical architecture museum" where the monuments were strolling about, it was found here, Jing De terrible. Two to three points the afternoon bell's circumstances, even a few tourists see. Winter sunlight through the leaves, the gap between the Sajin courtyard. That Yun Huang of a sun, in the surrounding dark background was obviously kind of glare. Along the wooden ladder Climb the stairs and footsteps echo in this old building to. So this step by step, like a knock in his heart. Carefully trace the pavilion are covered with dust between the walk through, as much as a deeply disturbed mind. Here, like sleeping with a dream, I will come in will not be scared had interfered with the sleeping thousands of souls. Suddenly I heard someone's footsteps, and my heart burst of comfort, feeling at ease at once together. Does my footsteps had also given him the same consolation then?
Climb to the top of the Yuhuang Ge, smell burst of fragrance, the original instructions from the incense tribute here, too. I am not the believers. I always do not believe such a blessing way. But in this volley of the highest point, I am as much a rare piety. Let me also fired a Zhuxiang to pray for god's protection, Ruo-bar!
Qinglong huge hole, I cruise alone in the meantime. Here too Ling-ching, and he's like a stubborn old, guarding a part of their own past. He's like a decline of the family, guarding share of already disappeared in the brilliant thing of the past. He was lonely, but he was always waiting to read from his bosom friend snow.
It's too quiet, let my heart there is a crushing depression. Out of the Black Dragon Cave, in the consecrated Jiao once again stare at it, I think it is even more beautiful. Startled-Yang River, such as a jade belt since it is at the foot of bypass, Black Dragon Cave Ivy Ling Po as a fairy dance. Nice and warm in the winter sun, my feelings at this moment slowly immersed.
To the Black Dragon Cave, let us slow down, brushed the earth's impetuous, with a quiet heart to touch it gently in a bleak. In these years you will forget a thing of the past in the years to come, forget that life.
Author: wjt7613
