A woman's stay in the village fisherman guiding the public to take me into goodyear dirt road.
Earth-rock road stretches, seems to be no end. In front of the mountain, behind the mountain, the middle of the yellow earth mixed with Natiao road, bicycle alone in Yangshuo sunlight exposure. My smashes a knee injury in the difficult journey, listening to the voices of those of gravel crack brakes. Lonely journey even more vigilant. Yellow, dazzling yellow to stimulate my nerves, like Van Gogh's paintings. Like the eye-catching colors, remind us of the splendor of life, the faint blue lake, green intoxicating mountain, red clouds like blood to stay in the memory of the corner. The yellow is the color of a ravaged people, like the blunt instrument to come and go in the brain lire. Sun, ravaged the earth, the land has been baked in the groan; the Yellow River, devastated villages, looted peasants crying. Yellow, the impact of everything, engulfing everything.
Hill, fields, and farmers are unable to retain what I have to stay public in this direction Mody? Passers-by, speaking in the same accent, in the glaring sunlight, raised his head, slow and difficult to say, yes, and turned around a mean, like the celestial beacon, a light finger in front of my way. A finger placed in the middle fingers on behalf of abuse, hidden in the female body may be carried away, it may be encountered in traveling light overbearing and people's spirits.
Why do the peasants look dead, their faces expressionless? In such a hurry to get somewhere on the road What would those expressions? What will be moving in the eyes? Shoulder lug firewood or dung, mouth edge has been split, scorching sun overhead, shoulder blowing hit, while the road there is Shiji Li, tens of miles, who can easily reveal the expression? How can they imagine feasting in Shanghai bar the kind of men flirting smile, gentle, knowing, and watching the skin smooth and shining eyes of a woman's man, oh, I miss them.
See the way the monument when the mood is very calm, on the left Yangshuo, 16 km, the right to remain public and 1 km, a handy victory on the eve of the impulse no longer ambitious. If a man brought a woman went to his house, expected what happened next mood.
1km of the road is very easy, have seen the village, and leave the public to stay public, and finally arrived.
Author: summerhere2
