Taihu Lake as a source of fog early spring drizzle days, we come to the source of Taihu Lake.
In laughing in an ancient cedar floor house revealed in our field of vision. Attractions guide took us to board the tower, saying that to make us taste the source of the fog of Taihu Lake. Taste the fog? This is the first time she had heard.
Boarded the tower, several array spring breeze, prosperous, the whole building was surrounded by vapor Mulou the hazy fog Changuo forward. People seem to put together elegant fairy tale. That half-way up the clouds people, powder wall Daiwa, verdant bamboo groves, covered with a fantasy, like the Shaman, mysteriously hiding.
I am curious to stand tall inhaled deeply feel that there is some taste, there is a faint trace strands of penetrating the heart of the sweet Italian. I greedily Mengxi a few big mouth, such as the paint on the forehead on the cool, cool the oil like God. Origin Tianmushan my foot, only know that spring is sweet, which knew the source of this lake is also a sweet fog, allowing the first time I tasted.
Inspired by a smooth path into the scenic area, over a kiosk, the tall cliffs incomparable Gracilaria looming in the mist inside. Moments, dense fog, moments, light, moments, l, moments, and alighting; a bright light on stage like in a dark, Yi Xian a drop curtain. Gracilaria wall also will be moments, dark moments, Ming, moments, high and low moments,. The fog was rolling on the licking wet Qiaoya Alpine Rush, green grass on the lug round, shiny, Wet your beads of water, crystal clear, like scattered pearls and butter, starry . When I looked upward, towards the top wall, that's Alpine Rush on the "pearl", dripping on my lips, I used the tongue a lick, it was also sweet with a hint of Kusaka.
Bathed in fog Road on the source of the Taihu Lake, mountain fog like a benevolent aunt, stroking your cheek, so that you have a tender feeling; mountain fog and if a make-up guru, give us a pedestrian skillfully play the makeup, us a month ago, the amount of hair dyed strands of silver, the upper and lower eyelashes were covered with a thin crystal flower, your eyes opened a combination, will feel the touch of cool and moist Run very cozy comfortable manner.
We are facing the blowing of the spring fog, marching stream pebble paved trails, do not think so at the walk, but in Gone with the Wind, footsteps light leisurely manner, that milky white mountain fog, so deep, that kind of concentration, such as mobile The Qiong Jiang, who also seems to have been entrusted transpiration was floating up. Unconsciously humming the copper bell rains through the mist, that yellow wall, black tiles, eaves and bucket angle, curl of cigarette Xu Xu temple curtain fluttering in the welcoming pleasant to the eye. That fog blowing in the spring of the next, rolling over to go temple is like Penglai fairyland, and if the Gimhae mirage that people want to sen floated up feeling. This is found out to have been "Gone with the Wind" to the Buddha School. At a time when spring was like a magician Side, around the wound round and round in the fog tear a block of broken cotton, one occasion, he also became Eleocharis rain, I have softened to bring an umbrella, watching the valley Side curtain a huge rain started falling, they saw a mountain source of smoke, a pity that covered the mountain waterfall and cliff Baizhang Tianmu on the loose ... ...
"Look, up in fog! L fog had!" Peer of the one pointing east SHAN Lan up on the amazing spectacle of smoke ... ...
I turned to go, was spectacular in front of stunned: I saw that valley in thick fog, such as the millions of soldiers and rushed SHAN Lan, Pentium away, such as a swimming Bailong Cuanxiang hills, that the source of the mountains Office of a row of half-naked half of the current peaks, where if not, moments, into the fog was hug embrace, moments, and from white mist to disentangle.
Within a short while, a glowing red sun shy from the clouds revealed a face to put Qiu sticks, such as the dragon head days has cast a layer of loose golden-yellow, bordered by a sea of clouds was bright in Phnom Penh. Postmen in the Mountains fog after the source tree in Taihu Lake, Castle Peak extraordinarily fresh, bright and clean, as if the same water washed. And that vapor cloud of mist and rolling blend together, united into a magnificent, the vast sea of clouds ... ...
I was the vague, blurred trance, glorious scenery gorgeous Yao Chi Wonderland-like excitement, and intoxicated with the ... ...
I remember my childhood, when her grandmother out of a mystery: "a high mountain, wriggle mountain, mountain top of a pile of ash, thousand million people in Pa not open ... ..." I have been young riddle Tao magic, but today, finally In the Taihu Lake to find the true source of mystery! (± the root writer)
Author: shigen865
