Walking Yangshuo
Wen Luo Ping's rape of the original land full of brilliant season, is already becoming ashamed of the way down. That fragrance of flowers and the vast expanses of golden fascinating but far floated into the dead of night, I dream.
Mind seems to have had more worries and this season the best days are yet to come, it is part of the spring, also belong to me, think the time is because I was born in spring.
I live in the city's southeast corner, from the 21 floor-length windows looked out, you can see across the rolling hills of Hong Kong, not a wide river and the Lo Wu border crossing building. My living mostly in the the air, often in the morning his face after a loss to pull curtains are still unable to determine the ground weather.
I was at the window goes on beige sofa made the decision to Yangshuo, Yangshuo, and I was not too strong desire, only that, but that is a very commercial city of leisure for people, some overripe heart text and pictures landscape description, but I can not refuse, especially when a friend told me that there is now Masamori open peach, rape, and rhododendron hillsides red, that dream seems to be raised in their hearts, and it has become increasingly clear that God was actually such an understanding, brought a long two weeks holiday. there is no reason not to go, pack is simple, some daily necessities, snacks, camera, film, batteries, a book, a yellow jacket, I deliberately pick, and the color of sunshine, warm and bright.
The aircraft arrived in Guilin is 18:00 minutes, the airport bus is the Iveco vehicles, packed with human heat Hong Hong, and I may seem garish, deep kick kick puts inside light travel time from time to time it was brought curiosity, to explore or impatient eyes, probably so they wonder how this hour, this girl is still a person outside Xiapao? to the train station change to a Pakistani car is even more late, and with great difficulty and so open, there are a panic Village panic hawker who like a butt grab bag of my position, had to hold it in the legs. Oh, just you can be a pillow it! gentleman has absolutely no manners, on the train soon to start smoking, when I strongly protest before they reluctantly put out cigarette butts.
Scenery flashed by on the street, dotted with sea-market is still the car, crowds, street lights from near and far. Guilin street there is a double-decker open-top bus was a little to see up and down two floors 4-5 rows of seats, it seems very comfortable, eye open, eliminating the need for a substantial landscape also suffer from fatigue, mostly for the convenience of tourists who travel it, very local characteristics. street lighting is also a nostalgic old. Sure enough, the tree with large and small, Guilin flour signs.
Such as the Su-history, the Xia Shang Zhou Guilin can be traced back to a time when, a Shiqianfeng ring lap, a water holds city, King City, dependent city of Guilin at night and started less noise, construction began are empty, to see faint shadow of the mountains, my heart yearning for more as the wheels of the destination of this trip: Yangshuo.
Yes, already in Guilin of. In this previously, Guangxi in my mind is still a very distant unfamiliar places. Before going to a place for each, the journey, route, accommodation, go to the landscape must be overripe in mind, but also in the backpack filled with all kinds of information alone is not the Yangshuo. Just a quiet, tranquil mood, or adaptable. Dream blossoms far, the heart with the water almost. Out the window cool and bright twilight, no moonlight. At this point, my dear friend, what are you doing? Before his departure, the old girl today enumerated the various means of fraud and robbery, adhere to all my bank cards confiscated, with only necessary cash, but also every day I made a short news report on the whereabouts of Oh, lovely old girl, you Lao Jie running all over north and south of the river, passed the Sichuan-Tibet, Yunnan-Tibet, Qinghai-Tibet line, the fall is also planned to go to Medog on foot, she would take care of. There are Mom, you always this crazy daughter quietly refuses to accompany you around, and each time fait accompli, bringing with them the beautiful photos Xipixiaolian respond to your love's disapproval. . . . .
West is part of the night, it can be clearly felt 1.1 bus station. Light streams Li River, silhouette-phase fault, voice, music, sound containers, selling land cries heard from time to time in the sweet-scented osmanthus Lianzi Geng, sesame paste aroma. People's Bank which was like traveling back in Shanghai, Hua Ting Road, Fortunately, my stay in a shop next to the chicken and just idle stop within walking distance, and slowly forward to the leisurely stroll. Even walking lost, and smell the fragrance will be able to come back.
The owner, opened a private hotel, three of the small building, there are gardens planted with camellias, Tit Shu, and plantains on top of the terrace is my favorite, often basking in a good washing aunt sheets, quilt, in vain the net net random Chuila in the air, redolent with the unique smell detergent, but often come back from the outside would be self-serving move upstairs crying loudly, "I returned," will be from the roof of Aunt Mimi to be unearthed in the face smile Channel: back, on which a呀..... I live in nearly all of the rooms all over the aunt, so moved to move in the understanding of the Canton of small P, Zhou Zhou, Nanjing, Wang Wei, He is a mountain photographer. a long ass road warriors to cool. are also some interesting people, the small P told me that next to the people of Taiwan Fu is always kept coughing at night, talking. I told her my neighbor, that the foreign old man every day, eat a roast chicken ......
Man of the house is a minor celebrity online Chen, a teacher, people are very polite, very enthusiastic, the school did not encounter bad weather or when the class will take guests on trips together, often playing with on the front is of that computer, of course, he is not the When the world here, but his son, he loves computer games.
Travel from the next day, the essence of the Li River Yangshuo, Li River lies the essence of water, the scenery, to Yang embankment to xingping the most extreme, either on foot or riding on a small bamboo raft will bring you a completely different feel. I do not know Bu Juezhong you with this Mitsue the misty rain, looming Qingfeng, Man cage veil clouds blended into a wonderful splash-ink watercolor. scenery in your eyes, you are also is another man's picture. Lijiang River on foot, but also allows you to arbitrarily close to the distance around with it. Take a simple light bar of bamboo raft, watching the slender bamboo pole in the water to draw a beautiful arc, you will for that broken bits of corrugated and the intoxication of the green and dizziness, the body is like a gentle between plants in the cobblestone walk slowly. near the US Should the suffocating you, then landed it, the fields of flowering rape, farmhouse, countryside paths, can let you feel the Lijiang another kind of beauty. routes are very mature , in the fork junction there is painted a map of direction, the most pleasant surprise is that you can see the green vegetables and shallot stand in neat rows along the road, passing the small village Shihai be fighting panic down the hen and cockerel into your lens. Lijiang River is one China and the United States and the tenderness of the jade belt, in your walking immersed when moist your eyes, to disperse the waist, leg, ankle pain and sluggishness. Even twilight gradually come down, catch the last A shuttle bus back to Yangshuo group, but also witnessed the sunset, it glitters prettily Yan golden water, the fishermen thrown up a little vessel.
Yulong River in the beautiful Lijiang River is surprisingly quiet, like hiding in Purdah in Xiaojiabiyu. From Ji Ma to Jiuxian, Baisha Town to Yulong Qiao is the United States and some extreme. Idyllic cottages, Bamboo trees, mountain under the water, waterfront the mountain, I went so far as some of trance, and this, but I have a dream mirror, or strayed into a retreat from the world. I clearly saw this white, golden cauliflower so spectacularly Even as one, I saw flowers have bees flying saw buffalo are leisurely Duo into the river, my bike parked in a roadside ridge, this is a real dream Does it, that night, flurried trance indistinct manner has been around, a vague silhouette, an original desolate from a distance, the sound of Heaven, rains, and my heart swelling with, but it is happy and broken with the ...... tear drop .. .... awake, cis-cheek glide ....... grabbed my hand please? I would not dream of. do not follow the little girl innocently looking for rape of 4. find a sunset downhill, looking very tired , and sat on the ridge, but it came back with a cane and fan
I was so happy to fly from a flower, I have started Shenbuyouyi sang the song of songs, and you hear it? My car at the ridge on the twisted played a Yangko, a small calf crossing the road, in front of me bolted, and I intend to play it. I want to Yulong Qiao arrived in the evening before dark, this bridge has six centuries of wind and rain.
Night and day, Yulong Qiao was actually two kinds of Emotions from the Perspective:. Night of elegance, simplicity, the vicissitudes of life during the day, some slightly rundown, I think that the number of time-related with the encounter. Only by a few lights at night lights to see the front of the house the bridge body, curved arch, curving beautiful Zhiya set off a half-block of the trunk deck. In the bridge met the old village, flat-inch head, small eyes and laughed when Micheng get a line. He said he more than 50 years old, I am surprised, I think he is so young, could not believe his daughter has been more than 20 years of age. he was proud and happy to say that the daughter of a university does, it is filial piety, often see him in , his wife divorced, he was mayor and bet on and sometimes stays stays in riverside bamboo raft, he was very talkative, and he held, when, standing on the bridge of the night, the back looked at, still can not believe this is over his sixtieth person.
Up until the Yulong Qiao is the next morning, there is no darkness with the lights set off the bridge body and the vicissitudes of life seem seem quaint, mottled stone steps wrong seam is still the main thoroughfare connecting the two sides, and even the mayor appeared again also appears aged much.'s just a candid smile, can not refuse, not only the beautiful Yulong River, there is a kind of hard to explain, and his smile behind the silence, and his appearance ... ...
Time can be taken away everything, with or without taking the mark of the passage. Yulong Qiao as evidence.
Yulong River by Ji Ma, cross the bridge resort to the workers and peasants, the right-hand turn, is to Yung Yin Furuwatari "known as the big banyan tree parks. Banyan tree more than 1500 years of age, deep-rooted, according to legend is the sister Liu duet songs with the folk songs of the bull Office of the tokens of love. a beautiful memory of love can only be prolonged in the spread, and now the big banyan tree look more numerous tour groups and businessmen have been beloved, bus travel in groups and from the modern electro-acoustic devices, broadcast sing tune folk songs, people feel irritable mind, had to look for cars Duntao.
Only have one is not not go, from the moon, the moon mother mountain farming small homes ahead three to four hundred meters away, and there are a path through gantry water-rock country. This is a stretching a few years, several deep in the mountain caves under the water has not yet been formally developed, even people who grew up in the local life nor has completed fully. Imports hole sealed by water, all of them need to hole a boat, wear a helmet in hand torch, learn the local farmers on a pair of rubber slippers can be a base for exploring into the hole. These magical, magnificent, gods like the wizard who seems to jis dark, perseverance, and quietly looking forward to, a bunch of Heaven light, one with your astonishing glimpse of the encounter. Listen, in the quiet stone air, and that clear and bright translucent droplets, the sound echoes like Teana, such as meteors, like diamonds, go from high altitude falling, falling into a jade stone face, palms fell into tears, warm and cold, and only this kind of ambition to it, by moving the eternal. There are extremely bright and the CLS, then fly on a rock wall, but Johnson Xiao dream of butterflies, but also a smile to Ju, the hiding in the stone of the neighborhood after the fun little kitten. More Enchanting, the graceful girl temporary dressing mirror, and then or historical, legendary, from Qianli Xun Meng Jiangnu husband cried the Great Wall, to the Western Paradise Journey to the West apprentice learn, from the sky god Buddha underground aquarium underwater, from the Jiang Tai-gong Xu-Xu lost a fish to Huo Tuotuo born into the "Tang" is used. This is the dark cave, to give you no color colorful imagination, in your heart when the less than proof, suddenly leap into your line of sight, bringing a pleasant surprise unexpectedly, and this is the kind of full of surprises and touches all kinds of lighting the deep caves can match. Because it is simple and true.
This simple and also allows, I remember the depths of West alley houses that local people, two to three, scattered over the eaves and fly corner, open kitchen and the street. Do not smoke machine, Choi Heung and smoke flavor only targeted at migrating to the air by the wind brought. 12 o'clock every day the sun will shine before the warm sun Yang sheets and wash the clothes, the aunt will help you Fanshai cool in the clothing on the pole shoes. Encountered happy days, there may be subordinated to the Royal Aunt personally do duck.
At that time the small Guangzhou P and the "camera" often rely on to get out of bed at noon, leaning lazily sunning bars playing cards, she eventually became conscious, it is proposed dumplings with Treat every time I brought back from the countryside to share our experiences.
Since I was delighted to see They were shopping buy meat, chop stuffing dishes, too busy bustling Sui Xiang Liu out of the sun. Deficit so good I also brought back to his two pad hunger Egg Fried Rice. Did not want to "camera" has long premeditated and so the stairs, holding a three-fold than his big head full of meat basins, "and the dumpling filling bar..." Batuijiupao already too late, arms have been "camera "Firmly grasp,
For mercy: hey, I Haoben, and will not Master said: stupid girl was to be done for mercy:呵呵! Egg Fried Rice bought a very fragrant Oh Master said: less nonsense for mercy: that of living with chopsticks, the visit was not Master said: No, hand, have to keep stirring (the side of model)
Mercy:. . . . . .
Master said: You all like a living on the mud!
Oh, eyes bright, but also lines, appears to be doomed by. But Well, "But we can give you as a coolie," quickly connected to the camera, ha ha, this will almost. . . . . .
Dumpling meal packages to the sun has been down, from afar. . , Coachman to the Dragon's Back, dumplings, eating dumplings team constantly growing, aunt said she failed a long time to eat such a delicious dumplings, then, I like trance feel to back home, rather than have never been in Yangshuo .
Small P was a later day, morning walk, there is no sound, West Street is still hazy sleep. Leaving a blue sweater and bright red roses printed cotton jacket, I wore it later went to the Yulong Bridge and the Dragon's Back terraced fields, and bring it back to the Shenzhen, and perhaps one day, the long with a round baby face and an arbitrary loosely curly girl will be the North Sea suddenly appeared in front of me, I know this jacket she has some special meaning, and she is not just in the "pony sky" before the little boy with a group of foreign countries other girls little girl.
Camera is left to complete the trip to Vietnam, get ready to put into Xi'an Xinjiang Horgos Port Rally is an annual means of an occupational health would be pulled out to cool donkey mill. Inspired envy, he filled two backpacks professional photographic equipment, take advantage of the occasion to chat with those large and small lens, a lens over the first touch of the month, but also by the way has been a moment when the popularity of the basics of color donkey.
I was the last to leave, and a touch of West Street has been cut to a busy weekend, the next light rain. Ride a boat, sit in an open green space outside the city ....
Rain in Lijiang, Trend of Yangshuo, you can forget about is that people never forget a memory, leaving behind is that this season's clean and fragrant. I do not know how many people have walked West heart of the story, but I know they will pray here, to stay in the heart. ends of the earth, want to go to find, but with the perception that this is a quiet, intimate friend, and simple and tolerance.
Author: ryanwang
