Do you like travel?
No, I like to travel.
My father went to the home of the South.
On the 29th, I have eaten lunch with colleagues, each other a New Year's blessing, but also drove south. Before, I had asked xiao children want to travel together, he said do not want.
In the traditional festivals, walking on the way, has become my way to celebrate. I remember this time last year, because the accident occurred in Jinhua, I was a young girl who came to help me service area in Quzhou, together with employees to eat dinner, when, under the heavy rain, I was the only retro on the highway just before overhaul Poussin in the passing on of old.
Unconsciously, have been to the west fork of Shi-Tai high-speed intersection, I stopped the car, pour a cup of hot tea.
Arrived late 9:00 Taiyuan, Spending the Night in the West Bank a luxurious bath, carpeted hall, surrounded by locals. Opposite is a very large entertainment market, ablaze with lights and the door stood a lot of sugar-coat the pimps, business was light.
Quickly to sleep.
Stay overnight in Pingyao
10:00 the next day out of the city, along the Dayun high-speed southbound, about two hours later arrived in Pingyao. Scheme, where only a short stay in a station, two years ago, a young woman also visited here, and she may now become a wife.
Ancient city is still the old look, but even more dilapidated and very dirty, probably New Year's sake, market recession, the vast majority of shops have been closing, but added numerous red lanterns hanging outside to remind me is the end of the year.
One man was riding a motorcycle is very enthusiastic, acting as a guide for me. He took me, "Yue Heart Station." This is a common folk hotel, front hall, followed by a small courtyard, all with a heatable adobe sleeping platform rooms. I found that room there is a computer, Internet connection.
"It is in this New Year it, very lively," more than 30-year-old boss said. She knew I was going to Hukou.
"Yes ah," the boss in the next to go along with, "Now it will be too lonely in Hukou."
As such, the bar in the New Year. A taste of city's Spring Festival, is also a very good idea. For me, the scheduled itinerary is only a reference, not the end.
Pingyao's night is a bit different, into a row of red lanterns and create an ambiguous and warm atmosphere. The edge of the wall has been outlined in red lights, the heavy darkness of history was completely engulfed.
12:00 midnight, proprietress knock my door and asked me to join with everyone setting off firecrackers. I do not have to go out, still drinking the local Laobaigan. Wei Xun, the sound of firecrackers exploding in the courtyard seemed to pass over from a very distant, very far.
A person's Hukou
From Linfen next Dayun high-speed, I realized that the real trip began. Jinzhong compared with the original boring, facing a mountain disturbing. Moving in a poor road conditions on national highway 309 from time to time we can see traces of rock landslides. Arises on the accumulation of snow to climb the mountain peak, I finally know the truth of the western part of Shanxi, mountains Diego peaks, stretching endless.
In the evening, arrived in Jixian and dare not stay again, went straight to Hukou. Climbed over a very steep high slope, eyes suddenly appeared plain, but the side view, it is bottomless ravines of the yellow. This is what I imagined the look of the Loess Plateau, as if the earth's surface has been ruthlessly torn, vertical and horizontal scars. I am excited, forget the dark and dangerous have been quietly coming.
I could never forget this period from the Jixian to Hukou distance, just 45 kilometers of the Hill, I spent nearly six hours. I have never had such a daunting across the mountains. I strongly struggled tenaciously resisted the mountains, snow and night calls. Only Denver's guitar and singing has always accompanied me, and made me tearful.
Signs prompt I have to Hukou, I am knocking a further lights on the hotel, to the owner amazed that purpose in coming. In the Yellow River have enjoyed the delicious carp and shochu after they engaged reverse gear to sleep.
Hukou morning empty, conceited. Arises on the accumulation of a wide icicle walked the beach, I finally saw the only yellow waterfall.
In northern Shaanxi
Over the Yellow River in Shaanxi is the community, from the side of Lex Hukou should be more clear, but it is also less intense when the temporary yuan. I did not make to stay on the road he gave to the local management after they copied Jindao into Yan'an. Bye the way there is no mountain.
When the well-known pagoda, when suddenly appear on the horizon, can not help but burst of emotion, 10 minutes, I have been standing on the side of this Song tower was surrounded by loess panoramic view of the modern city of Yan'an; Subsequently, all the way visited the Royal Ping, Yangjialing and Zaoyuan three shrines, has had a wish. Against the sale of souvenir hawkers to give me a two time Chairman of the Cultural Revolution badge.
Along State Road 210 north, along the northern Shaanxi-style yellow are flat, nothing worth mentioning. 10:00 Mizhi arrived late, dark and quiet, like a ghost town. Hotel stay there in the county after the busy streets away, facing the biting wind, I can not help but ask ourselves, why do you this late at night wandering alone in a foreign land without any relations?
I do not know. Is said here to a woman known for, but I did not see a "Mizhi woman."
The next day to get up early, rush of visitors to chuangwang of the palace, and hurried to escape, in the Suide a stopover, then along State Highway 307 eastbound, crossed the Yellow River after a few hours.
Qikou winter
From the bridge into the Wubu Jin, turn left north along the rugged countryside, dirt road slow-down line; Fortunately, the Yellow River in the side and do into perspective, bumps in the losing calm.
In the marsh water and the junction of the Yellow River was initially planned qikou the only destination for travel in line with my values. Stick to the Yellow River eternal and persistence, things become even more Cangsang fickle. Broken or streets exposure to rubble as a reminder, the I circuitous walk around OK, vaguely see the past prosperity. Lurches violently, a surge of awe-inspiring Zen Pumian:
Qianhuatuijin when, how?
Author: hvr1964
