- Lin Hang --
Very good memories of Lin pit.
In this small mountain village, living comfortable and cozy. Aoyama set off an ancient village, streams murmur, often heard only the frogs and bird calls.
Ten in the morning I stood in the entrance of the village. Into the entrance to the village from the moment he started to like this place. Yuemo ten minutes away, the immediate emergence of a covered bridges, a few cottages, surrounded by patches of Castle Peak. Onto the hillside, at an inn stay there. From the outside the windows of my room looked out, panoramic view of Castle Peak tile-roofed house small bridges. Imagine the feeling of the windows open the next morning, and my heart to meet the infinite.
Before lunch and went out to go blind. When I set foot on a hillside overlooking the village, the scenery, the sun was bright, the sky is clear, everywhere is the terraces and bamboo, as well as the Castle Peak curl of black smoke under the tile-roofed house, a beautiful emotional moment no words to really want to ... have screamed impulses.
Inn at noon, when returned, and three of the uncle came to visit with a meal, they brought along with drinking red wine. They are curious I am a girl travel; I applaud them for their years of pleasure than of mind. They told me that they come out to play with the three from an early age, so to play for decades, the biggest desire is to go to the west and Tibet. They have not looked at the young face the kind of distributed out of passion for life, really enviable. After fond how they are not willing to let me out the meal, "we encounter is a fate, irrespective of those of" a word back to my playing - as if to insist on is that as the desecration of one another's fate.
Attack of tiredness after lunch, there are also xing XU is the power of wine, I nap in the house of the moment. Can not remember how long there is no such a comfortable afternoon nap slept. Wake up is at 2 pm.
To go out again and saw the covered bridges and on the roadside to many people. The roadside a boy to greet me and told me that they are an outdoor club in Fujian, and the Fujian Association, some people draw a chartered come. "You're a person ah?" He asked, I said yes. "That night, come and join us to eat it." I said yes.
The afternoon of the morning passed without the two slopes, Zhao Qun Li went to visit the memorial. Back to the stone bridge over a four-point was found not far from the covered bridges without people immediately come up with the camera take pictures. Art Society took a girl to help me ZHANG Zhao, and then we leaned Ishibashi chatting together, sharing the fun and pleasure trips. At this point, the sun began to sets and the setting sun gradually sprinkle in our body, the bridge, tile-roofed house, the woods ... I looked at the bridge a beautiful farmhouse, behind trees and distant mountains looming on the horizon, some of daze . Hui Guoshen time, thought should go to covered bridges.
Covered bridge side facing the stone bridge and a few rooms on the slopes, the other side of the road towards the entrance of the village. Whenever I was the only one person at a time when landscape somewhere there will always be "that place is my" feeling. Covered bridge at that time is mine. I sat in a chair opposite the farmhouse between Piaoqi terms Smoke, kneeling chair, leaned out the window at the setting sun bathing, lying on a chair listening to the stream under the bridge until the sound of ... a boy outside the club to invite me to dinner.
Zhao Qun Li Memorial in front of a tent pitched on the lawn. Alcohol stove burning out of plain porridge, the villagers helped burn bamboo shoots, as well as bring some of their own dishes, eating my incense. Dark, we open the headlights, all play games on the grass. Although I am trying to avoid embarrassing the program easily, but everyone knows that I am a girl who came here in Shanghai is simply no reason to escape. One night of the game let me laugh a stomach pain. One person, several people or many people, because there are always unknown, I have fun, travel, therefore more exciting.
The next morning wake up by the cock crow. Look at the scenery of the window yesterday morning while reading the scene, eating breakfast boss gave me to do After shooting pictures of the early morning forest pit came Umayabashi side car junction. And the tent out of a friend goodbye, and get up early and paint pictures of the friends farewell, and Lin Hang farewell ...
- Shimentai, Kishishita Library --
Go to these two places when the season does not seem the best. Because there is no a lot of water, a small waterfall cliff base. Fortunately, the nine waterfalls Shimentai can still be seen. Best of all, the huge scenic spots do not see a few people, cliff library became my cliff base.
Climbed over the highest ninth Shimentai riverbank, longer follow a road to reach a Middle Kingdom. The whole village quiet and simple, reminds me of the forest pit. Streams, there are several ducks, a long with red cheeks and white fur, is the most beautiful I've ever seen an air of the duck. And they are afraid of people, saw one of a duck jump to the shore, I leaned out his camera to shoot it, it is actually a sideways stood there motionless, heads held high, as if aware of the need for me put a shape.
To the cliff base consuming more twists and turns, China and Pakistan on the conductor and the passengers heard I was a man tried to persuade me not to go there, saying it was a person to bad, and said there will see a coffin. I do not want to change their minds so it is still going. Vehicle stopped, only to see an old man and his a tricycle parked in the junction. I did not succeed in bargaining, or on his car. Found that this path before actually quite long, uphill then downhill to about 15 minutes before reaching the cliff base. Into the cliff base, both sides are cliff cliff, all the way heard the sound of water, and boarded a cliff only to find the legendary giant waterfall, such as thin wire. I was not disappointed, but how strange the way it did not see the coffin? Old man at the door waiting for me, way back Shao Shang was also a big bunch grass stems on my feet. I do not know why, though he continues to refuse to cut prices before, but also put in a lot of grass my feet, I do not have any unpleasant. Tricycle carrying me in the mountains, in the Middle Kingdom between the walk through, then leisurely leisurely ...
Postscript
Are to enjoy each trip, because I always was happy, because there I know or do not know the fun. In the Nanxi Once again, I met and these two kinds of fun. Recall that the way the landscape and that people encountered along the way, like back then. Down a few pick up a pen again, because too many things in mind emerged, called since I do not know where to write. So back and forth before until recently.
Outside the window is the early summer sun, but it reminded me of that day in the forest pit bright sun ...
Author: dyid
