Story is from the airport began.
This year in July, from the Xining airport, I entered a trip to the beautiful paved rape took place, such as rape as bright as it does after the flowering of his withered and disappeared, in fetal life, India and become the beating of the bend Road.
If we say that travel is to capture a feeling, to enjoy this feeling it is my purpose of travel.
A late autumn evening, from Guiyang airport and a new journey began. Doomed is to proceed, not yet familiar with the city's atmosphere, I'll go by train late at night 1:00 Libo, find an Internet cafe Anxiang houses to pass the time, 5 hours, I would like to squander a good look at the network brings advantage is that, even if one person alone, not lonely, writing letters to friends, telling them to stay where I wrote to him, and wanted to tell him at the moment I could be so lonely, sometimes, I would like this lonely feeling, like a Ghost, peeping human sight.
Xiaoqi Kong ----- The Wizard of Oz
Take a train, feeling tired, I lay on the couch sleepy. There are many car nocturnal like me who just, they are not tourists, look like a home, but I prefer to leave home. Outside the window is black night, the train walk through them, I do not know it gets, is not an unexpected beauty.
7 am, the station had. A very small site, in fact, this is a small place, 30-year-old woman in the street washing vegetables, meat, and she let me bang bang car to the station, 2 dollars, not one minute, they arrive at a long-distance station, my heart is called fooled, and can be long-distance truck made me disappointed, 1 hour mean not starting the car finally persuade the passengers departed suddenly into the mountains, beautiful mountain views make me haze heart warming, forget just happened that all unhappiness.
Natural mountain breeze blowing, my heart to follow it is roaming.
Two and a half hours later, I found a mountain hotel will be its own settle down.
To the opposite of the restaurant for dinner, the boss wife brought a handsome smile as I go home satisfied. That Suantang Yu so delicious, is the best food. After dinner, a walk in the mountains, looking for that Xiaoqi Kong bridge, walk down the mountain springs on the way to follow, small waterfalls everywhere, buzzing sound of the water uproar danced in the mountains. In this way walking in the mountains, as if never so relaxed, there are mountain for tourists carriage around me to wear to wear to go, I have imagined that scenario is probably the most beautiful should be so bar. Along the road, there are numerous small bridges, flowing water, I could not bear to miss, so every place is Jiaoren nostalgia, and thus had to go on to the bridge Xiaoqi Kong, it is a very old bridge, the locals do not know that she experienced a number of years, in a green lake, she was lying quietly, her elegant inverted copies on the lake, probably already have signs, such as engraved on the lake in general, it is the years left behind traces can not be erased. I looked for a stool, sit there and look at this landscape, that the dark-green thick Run, then fine stone bridge, can be absorbed into my heart, her beauty touched a chord buried deepest, so that weak people can not resist pouring long-silent melancholy memories, hurt the human mind. You-green face of the lake, I have as much desire to talk, and confused thoughts grabbing Fan Yong, think deep thoughts in my pour into the lake after the burial, leaving no trace.
The sky is already getting dark, the wind cold, and there are sellers of the woman who shouted me to leave, they considered that one scene alone come here to see a good risk of a woman, called the horse-car, I go back, they go there to drink at home shop mushroom soup, as well as love of Houttuynia, is filled with plates, eating is not enough.
Mountain night quiet, mysterious, I am safely asleep.
Morning, I rented a motorcycle, the driver is a handsome Buyi boy, took me to Yuanyang Lake, that lake is surrounded by mountains, the mountains of the dip him into the dark green leaves, and we take a boat to the lake crossed out in the far left of the shore, imagine if he took me away from this is that how happy feeling, so that makes me sad abnormal dreams. The boat floated here and there, still have to go back, after landing, according to my request, the boy set out in the yaozhai I went to distant hills.
Speeding motorcycle on the road, along the way Yao can be seen dressed girls, they wear beautiful pleated skirts printing, are blue, emblazoned with large white flowers, 40 minutes later, we arrived, stockade Liren little I was inside aimlessly Xia Guang, their house is supported by four wooden columns together, and said raising the following livestock, occupied the second floor and above, is a new-built stockade are very beautiful, small-driver said the new house is for living covered in the more remote mountains of the Yao, and their lives so bitter, the Government asks them to move out. I walked across the old stockade, it was an old house, very year, to see four old women in drying grounds, they also wear pleated skirts, but the dirty, broken, black and yellow face cloth full of wrinkles, one can see my hand holding the camera, you use vague Chinese told me that photography should be giving money, my sad, and life here was hard to face things every day, I bow to go, see less than human, that large tracts of the stockade where a very quiet, and my heart as much of the loss can not be expressed, where the lack of human breath, lack of life force.
Burning sun, basking in the head, I am cold, with a cold atmosphere, and we left a long time can not get rid of this fear, went to the station to see Buyi small drivers, as much as I return to earth feeling.
Not far from the station, there is a market, small drivers, said that today happens to be market day, very busy. I would like to bid farewell with him, he would send me a mini-van, and asked the drivers to take care of me. There is still some time away from the start, I went to market, the market is really the Yao people, many people, the whole family have families to buy things, eat lunch, the excitement is very calm, not like I have been to the set city, bustling like noisy.
After the turn of the twice-car, in the evening, to Carey, to live in long-distance railway station near the hotel. Many Internet cafes, I soak inside continued to write, for a lonely people, talk is the best relief, otherwise, long suppressed will change people's minds. Internet cafe owner to see my visitors, kindly showed me the line tomorrow.
Xijiang Miao Village ---- Xanadu
Morning at 8:30, I boarded long-distance car, half an hour later, they arrive at a round Miao Village, Upper Lande Miao Lusheng field because of the fame, along the hillside of the Miao Village, I am looking forward to Lusheng Field . Miao Village house is built on the hillside, and patchwork, all wood ride, the sharp top of the child, there is the same as the Royal balcony collapsed because it is the holiday morning, stockade where just curl smoke rising in the mountains, fresh air is so generous, I am greedy breath, feeling sweet, walking in the Miao Village, the fresh and friendly, but each window hung strings of corn, filled with rich local.
There Miao Daisow to sell goods, one of the blue hands, and suddenly come up with a Silver Chain Son, Yi Leng scared me, I asked her how the color of the hand, she took out a piece of embroidered cloth, explained that the dye It is dyed.
She was pulling my hand and said, you buy a bar.
I do not like this has just been processed out of the product the same thing, but they could not bear to refuse her, I asked the other to do?
Her from the basket to find a silver pieces, which is linked to a child chest, very cute, I think of my friend's child, I bought for him, and from her basket to find a silver pin, black, and But it is beautiful, she said, this is an old silver, get back to wipe very bright. I do not know what the old silver, but I like pin the following string of eight chains, small leaf-shaped silver pieces have been strung together a bunch of shaking up and there are broken bits of the voice, as if time had been hanging there.
I took out a big ticket, but the Hmong Daisow no small change, she said, at home in front. I am pleased to follow, one enter the house, the face is a stove, left and right sides have a door, I followed her into the right side of the door, it was like a hall room, furniture is a sofa, a table, Royal collapsed on the inside, Daisow find the coins to me, then come up to me to see three small HOT FIXED, Guizhou Miao Xiu is famous because of beautiful embroidery work, color, bright, stitch are neat, pay attention, but the , Daisow's HOT FIXED is too old, and Mao Dodo, and I said, Is that all? She shook her head, has all been taken away. She also took out a Miao clothes, asking me to put on camera, I shook hands with a smile, I want to photograph her in her home collapsed concubine, she refused, I said, you can stand here, I am in a timely manner left photograph before leaving, I bought it three Miaoxiu may wish to bring back to send to friends, or perhaps feel that this money can be Bang Bang Daisow.
Pointing at the crowd, I found the Lusheng field, a block of pebbles arranged, piled a huge pattern, patterns to imitate the ancient bronze drums on the 12 sun rays, there are two stone carved with two galloping horse, Lusheng field in the center of a black set with irons, I think this is where they are used to measure the time bar. Who says that time is not see or touched, and in here, you can see the hasty passage of time.
Out of the round on the Village, by the roadside waiting for a train I want to go to the Xijiang Miao Village, the largest Miao Village. For a long time are not on the train ride, day and it began to rain, I am worried, and asked the roadside motorcycles, talk with one of them a good price, I started dragging him into the mountains, wet days, and yes I like Yin days, we gallop on a motorcycle in the mountain, mountains, the wearing of the mountain is another mountain, in between the mountains and rivers have become extremely small, and that You-green mountains, quiet water, distribute the confusion, I think even if the have been bumps go, I will indulge, and thin strands of rain drift down stream, the mountain was shrouded in mist, distant, ethereal, in such a long time do not see signs of human habitation of the place, I did not even fear, I am afraid I went to Paradise Lost. Who has been wet, I was afraid of the camera were splashed with bad, tightly in her arms. Had thought to escape, will not that this way, a person fleeing is really panic, but no one is willing to join me crazy, I was lonely seek lost. Luan Xiang, the driver told me that as soon as they arrive. Increasingly dense fog, far more visible a Miao Village hidden in the misty rain in a small house, such as hidden if it is, Manasarovar, in layer upon layer upon layer of mountains, the others outside as if into cents. My heart is moist, and hardships of the came, the two-hour bumpy face of danger, just want to know Miao Village looks like a thousand miles, I have shivers Duoduosuosuo of the alley into the Miao Village .
In a small restaurant, a cup of hot tea, the body's blood warming. Walking along the alley, we can see decorated stalls selling seedlings, commercial breath has been invaded with tourists, swept through any corner and can not judge good or bad, so, can change a life of suffering, puts devoid of personality in terms of money, sometimes, To make a living have to make sacrifices, but the price too much, I am afraid to be the next one here in Lijiang. How to cut and polish diamonds in the rough into a piece of beautiful jade and the need for craftsmen shot.
Stroll in the rain at the Miao Village, I am exclusive that this is a romantic. It is said that before his death, thought to be for a short stay, so that access to heaven, they can take away some fond memories, my memories should be here.
Take the last bus back to Kerry, I went to the most prosperous street strolling, eating a bowl of porridge, to find an Internet cafe to pass the time, the letter has been issued five, can not receive an echo, I am desperate, injury, only cleaning the wound itself .
The next day, I am allowing oneself to relax out of the hotel, find a business street, because it is Sunday, sellers not many people saw a lot of beautiful Miao Xiu Zhang, works of art like dealing with others has found that three big picture is my favorite: golden yellow, orange, grass green, design beautiful, delicate embroidery work, as well as just right color matching, the depth of intersection with the thread color, never indulgent, fancy, is a sight to behold the fine, though the old HOT FIXED, but was the master collection If a new general, is clearly beloved thing, one of which, HOT FIXED, such as the small pearl-like ball of brilliant light, I would not put it down, but expensive, I hesitated, if he was around, bought for me . In fact, so to see if I have contentment, why it should be appropriated? Miao Miao Xiu is like a woman can best embody the purity of the soul, the beauty of nature and nurture out.
I look carefully in the marketplace, really like ah, bought some small pieces, and go back and send friends. Hmong women are mostly sellers, pierced ears wide open, I saw them Miao Village in the Landes with a heavy earrings, therefore, pierced ears were pulled large, but there are many women pierced ears is empty, it must be sold earrings lost, what can be sold as commodities, as long as someone is willing to bid.
Zhiyuan Chen-yuan, a quiet town ----
Was 20:00 to the Chen-yuan, the station taxi took me to a bustling ancient streets, bustling shops on both sides of screams, long streets, hung with red lanterns and two slide enough to illuminate everyone excited expression, red door cornices, lattice windows painted green, just like entering a long era: restaurant steaming hot, square table benches, the men on end long braids, and eating supper, inviting gossip, and worldly woman tease ... ... I am living in time outside.
This bustling neighborhood, no empty hotel room, I started carrying a luggage search in a small street where, 80 found a bed, because it is located Shenxiang, where a number of quiet, I strive to achieve a small backpack, to the streets .
Moist air contains the strands of rain drift, so that the spread in the air the night, there is no purpose of hanging, exercise, at the Millennium Town on wandering, riding in the strip clear Bricks, brushed past history, the Millennium vicissitudes of life, time deposits under the Nai Ren Sato monuments, it is no language more stories.
Early morning, sharp sound of a car horn the human wake-up, the window has been bustling crowd, town wake up from sleep. I walked in the bright sunshine to see Wuyang He quietly flowing.
Hillside in the Qing Dynasty of ancient dwellings in the neighborhood, I asked a Daisow: How to watch the Qing Dynasty of ancient residential areas? Her well-meaning for me, pointing, and then asked: With regard to you a man? Not reassuring, said: alley, there are bad guys, be sure not to hit them. I said: Thank you, I am not afraid. But she grabbed me, shook his hand: No, that which is too quiet, if you have something, no one will know. She was an anxious demeanor, but also to persuade a business folks are sending me, how can I trouble for others, this time, she saw a middle-aged man walked toward the alley, quickly grabbed him and said: This little sister to go inside, you take her away, she was a person, you have to care about. That middle-aged man said: Well, I wife have come to take pictures, to come along.
Walking in the alley ancient and distant, photographed the shuttle time, to halfway up the mountain, I follow them into a door, this is their home, hospital colorful flowers arranged in ladder on both sides, the big green leaves Tree shiny learn a lesson from the Qing brick wall tile, gas and dignified appearance, the main entrance at the top of a long board with an inscription: Ryosuke people. Carved wooden window frames carved bird carvings on everywhere Simple and refined atmosphere, onto the stairs is a hall, a room dark wood furniture, half-wall calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, this is by no means an old antique furniture, but indeed of the antique furniture. In his family's consent, I reach for the camera Kuangpai, so carrying the history of close contact, I have to write down every minute.
That wife pointing at the main gate at the top of the pitched plaque said to me: This is the Emperor Yu Ci, only I do not know which emperor. Where the original owner was moving in the official, the scholarly family. After a period of fame, but also through the lonely period of decline, the family business on the reservation to the present, by the State as a national monument house. At this point, there are several groups of tourists to visit the knock on the door, the hostess politely refuse, and I actually become the most fortunate, in the east yard unfettered look Seibo, most like those wooden lattice grille and windows, crafted detail, pattern magnificent, highly imaginative images. Old furniture, where glossy black and mysterious, full house Health light. Had given himself bought antique furniture, put up complacent, in fact, the present these are the baby呀!
Here nostalgia for a long time, always farewell.
Town, the car sound shrill ear-piercing whistle, would they not afraid to scare away a thousand monuments!
Huangguoshu Falls ---- Moonlight
To reach the town of Whitewater is a dusk, well-intentioned introduction of long-distance truck drivers in a hotel to me, though it is the family hotel, but clean, well-equipped, very satisfactory.
Dark after midnight, find it boring, wandering the town in the Whitewater and see the town's children are carrying a bag on the study up, then follow them, came to Whitewater Township Primary School. Gone through a period of ascent, that is, the school's large playground, basketball courts, see, I think of my reading time, from childhood aversion to sports, too few to the school playground there, the most favorite is the hold lay in bed reading a novel, dark , thought the total in the book world, as if a student is just that in the past, and did not expect the professional turned out to be science and engineering, who knows in the end the fate of what is like? School hours at the moment has not arrived yet, the students are in the entertainment, the boys chase each other in pursuit of war, girls twitter, and that dynamic and static seems to Monkey Mountain, but they're cute, innocent, so I envy the extreme. I was sitting on a bench listening to the innocence of the bickering, actually thought of here as a volunteer, and innocent children to get along with purification of the mind. I know that can only think, I did not so selfless, there are many considerations of throwing She Buxia. Darkness enveloped the mountains but here is full of vitality, I have no weariness of listening to the cheerful voices of the children here are poor but happy childhood will be blooming in every corner of the world.
The next day, woke up very early, starting from the town, went Huangguoshu Falls, but also did not see a shadow, has heard the sound of flapping啦of water, blowing moisture rushing toward us, as pre-steamed noodles beauty and comfort great, up and down stairs along the quartzite, far more visible that fell from the sky with a few Follie, as if the laying of the luxury stage background, beautiful and breathtaking.
And then nearer, acoustic shock who have been eardrum, you can enjoy the piece of the flow of curtain, exactly, my phone, and what I write that person every day, with no preparation, no spit actually a half-day a word, acoustic cover of the heartbeat, brawl is simply no way to pour with yearning. Shouted that I was watching Huangguoshu Falls, till spectacular. Over the phone, one, asked me to pay attention to safety like nonsense, patiently. But I do not want that, he, last resort. Calm and look to continue to walk through in the mountain forests, into the shuiliandong, dark cave subtitle of the water strings, on the outside, waterfalls unceasing running, I do not know where to bring the momentum to make his endless reincarnation. Walk through at the hole, I am reminded of a Stephen Chow shuiliandong interpretation, it is poignant love story, is a paradox between the total for a certain reason, love become the ultimate victims, regardless of earth, heaven.
From far to near, the past, the bypass falls a week later, I just fell in love here, moist air, the mist from the waterfall on the evening mist Tengqi Manifest, as if there will be riding a cloud and to the gods, Tianwaifeixian, Feel a look into the immortal style.
Huangguoshu Waterfall in the mountains, between the trees, no doubt has become the soul of this place, day-made wonders.
Tianxingqiao ---- the original human
I like the Whitewater Township, on the leisurely here lazy pace of life slowed down a lot, then a day later, I went to the tianxingqiao the morning and 9:00 to scenic door, I was the first visitors, along the bridge, green of water, thick vines, rocks along the way, they entered the cave, waterfall base, Green Lake, Shigeki, I find that it seems to paradise, giant bonsai, I have become a superfluous one. Unprecedented charm of nature will be so many beautiful objects in the order put together scene after scene, there was silver chain falling waterfall, a strange look like a joke, when suspected to be a god shaped toys.
Along the way I have been one person, stop-go, random pictures, is very much enjoy.
In Yougushentan years playing, and give their imagination as a child, make the most original game, will not be disturbed by others, and I was also thinking, the original is not living in such a beautiful world, and later, as a sort of reasons, the world changes, so that more and more people do not see the beautiful nature, people are transformed into a complex population, insulated from nature, the pursuit of man-made luxury, therefore, natural beauty pushed to one side can not be exposed.
After returning from Guizhou feel heart is still wandering, he was immersed in the jasper, the refuse to come back to me.
By: jj6328
