When to Yangshuo is already two in the afternoon's circumstances. Xi Li is the way the rain finally accepted it, but that the days of calm, or Buyiburao mushrooming look. In the mountain town surrounded by some of the crowded, and my imagination can be considered to be compatible, and only a small minority of the lining of water, and some noise.
Out of the station is West Street, pedestrians sparse, the staff were also lazy, do not watch others do not say hello, only buried clean slate, preparing a busy night. I hastily move forward, one pressing imagine Lijiang look, and secondly, also want to smolder for several days with the sorry from some, unfortunately narrow West Street so that the latter is unlikely to achieve.
The stall through the clouds and the Lijiang River was photographed face, dry season so that Lijiang is almost static, exposed by most of the flood, but the water Shashi green light penetration, still, pleasant. And then walked along the river a few hundred meters off the excitement of the vendors, they fit a bit with a balcony located hostel, not much considering the rooms on the second floor of the room, facing the river just to that window.
Threw a bag in the room, riding a rented bicycle tour. Also refers to the way the boss can not remember, toward the outskirts of it wants to. 10 minutes appearance, behind the town. Scattered mountain rushing toward us, but mind is calm, do not light up, think it is sick to go, such as snag, a fast is not broken up.
Some attractions will be several kilometers across and outside the cave temples some peace. Often ride near the entrance to see shows, then U-turn left, and think it is hate 'to this one travel' too far into 'this does not tour' any more.
When return is smoke everywhere, leaning on a bridge break. Bustling with the raft under the bridge, and some clothing on which sat a woman gorgeous, this is the role of Third Sister Liu, and visitors who joined in the chorus. Unfortunately, they only Sanjie old movie scripts, some of the guests back to the old song K room, not eyes open really think outside of the KTV. Trolley For rows, I heard someone say hello bridge: hear his name, you do not quickly come across this multi-Third Sister Liu. Sang Sang's my laughter to the forced out.
Back to the town is Across from the open silhouette of Guanzi Li Chao Chao, faces buried in the darkness, vegetables Daoshi on the table shine. It is reluctant to display at the eyes, it is also afraid of his face is broken on the streets, Shen pleasures of the atmosphere, I transferred out of the West went to find my gears.
There are two standards for a good stand, a table on the ground to the oil can learn a lesson; the two have been eating the sexual, the temptation will be carried to the foot stool. The former can prove that business has been booming, which can prove the state of today's cooks is still good. Do the same standards, the election sister, Pijiu Yu Liu. Haise Hai drink, the swinging back to the hostel. Line to the halfway depression seems better, but in the door saw Hostel, and heart also blocked up.
Bale fills, or go back to West Lang as a little bar. However, on the West, vague shapes of those Guys and Dolls, entertainment, industrial heart of the pale and even more eye-catching of the. Bale fills to buy a bottle of wine, go back into the house to buy a pomelo.
A very early wake up, open the curtains to see the sky or the Ukraine. When I ask where to go by boat, the boss said to Xingping bar, where this is still navigable. Through the swollen eyes of the West, to the station, look for cars. Looked to the Yang Di's car go faster, and Mangwen: You can not boat. Got a positive response they got on.
Car all the way stop-go, and always have sold out of the food basket of agricultural people to lug empty hailed. Car roll-out when the road entered the mountains, rain again drift up and have lost sight of distant mountains.
Yang Di no people, boatman brought me a guest on the road. Water potential than the lower reaches of the Lijiang River during large lot, on both sides of the mountain Shashi elegant. Watching them from the window flash, which broke the hearts of it, worry about in the cabin of my before and after the Quickstep, chasing those fleeting shadow. Boatman finally begged: let me go disembark.
Way through the flood from time to time, sometimes hidden into the jungle, I've pretty soon it will look at both sides of Castle Peak daze. This time, when the rain is fine, in the mountains and rivers between the diffuse. If female readers, I would say an analogy: like Clinique's moisturizing spray, cool and fine, at the side that was not like, Shiseido too thick, Biotherm another cool enough. If male readers, then I can only have a tenuous metaphor: just as his girlfriend five minutes wash the hair done, her hair slightly naughty will be thrown water on your face, or even what has been made a little sense of touch itch are somewhat similar to it. Of course, hair can not be too long, too long bead on the too big, too short, has not, so the intensity of touch on the face, too, not like this Yin Yu, rain Biansi gently attached to your face in general.
No one on the road, and some peasant woman's remarks come from the leaves between the wear, and faceless people. I can not help contain the line of the song. Some climbed over mounds, some big rain, just a restaurant by the roadside, and the rain stopped and so on provisioning these Sakamoriba bar. A pot of fried rice, a small bottle of wine, a few drops of autumn, several hills, With way people happy. To spend some re-fried snails, but this time the rain has suddenly up, they do help me a bit salty solution.
Farmers have finished playing cards will also read back on the road. Lu began to pass through villages and fields, rice has collected a half, the rest is golden. In the open plain, facing the distant mountains, lost in the rain, the color, leaving only some shades of gray, like the beginning of the brush and paper, released washed out colors. Always thought that painting is impressionistic, not good at realism. However, after reading it Rain in the mountains looming, I think it is an excellent and realistic, even those clouds all Folks, I even suspect that the people who first met with the landscape was a faithful record of it, there are still immortal shining their paintings created those scenes.
Also the two hour trip to the ferry. There is also a boy on foot ferries. There are three yellow-dog picked up the pace of follow my steps, had to squat on the river watching the green water a daze. Straight heartbreaking to see the congestion that have been rain melt to this river in the Qing Cui, and pain and broken teeth sink into it bottomed out in the riverbed became the broken bits of pebbles. That made me An Tan, good healing of the autumn of a good one the beauty of pain.
Crossed the river, and in juvenile peers. I am still delighted at the sudden detachment of mind, only echo to cope with his complaint. He was muttering: this way the scenery is, of boring, not as my expectations. I just feel young and frivolous, nor refuted. Chatted all the way to know the beginning of a long journey juvenile, Yangshuo be regarded as the first stop. He plans to drift further half a year, but find it inaccessible places. If they are settled in the Heart of the convenience. I began to envy him at ease. I think he though empty backpack, but there is such an ideal, but also enough to fill his journey. If realized, of course, successful life, if lost the battle, but back in again from scratch, also be affected much.
By Xingping Zuoju Hui Yangshuo, we sat opposite, young face with determination of the expression, I think he must have thought of the future road, he must believe, better scenery, more interesting experience waiting for him. And he would see what my face will soon be back to the old life, helplessness, or is temporarily out of heartache are attained.
Station in Yangshuo, I patted his shoulder and said: I am back to Guilin, and take care of yourself. He looked at me surprised and said: do so quickly, we know about it. I smiled, turned and watched him disappear in the West. Yes, the young, this way, the total number of that parting, but lack meet you and I know sooner or later. Wuhuaizai!
Author: xiangdaipian
