Groove edge of the gravel, in the lush green in the spiral down along the sides, unknown trees, or a cantilever on both sides, or adjacent hugged, fragmented land interspersed in the sticks of vine intertwined, inseparable from 10000 trees , the holding hands and cheering to welcome guests in general, in the sound of wind and leaves quiver, to pay tribute to me. A green hi spring and thick Italy, Dangqi mind, at this time the car came to a its winding place, a welcoming pine resembles Huangshan pine, Wei Feng, the needle like leaves flutter Lala string of upward drift, such as the one inverted umbrella, from which, I seem to see the local Tibetans sincere, frank, and staunch character, more taste to a flood of national indomitable national quality, and I'm BI Peng Gou There is an implication of national identity to the plant and praise.
Winding road is still wearing a rock-off wall, when the car that there is no place where the road, I have felt the cold breeze, in order to lead the way, I had to speed up the pace, carrying a backpack, into the ditch along the end of the end of a cul-de forward and give up a lot of strange beauty of the landscape. When I was down virgin forest from time to time, eyes suddenly see the light to show in front of us is a flat bottom, you see a waterfall on the 100 meters down from the heavens, standing under waterfalls , you can feel nature and power allocation Qian-jun, shake the breathtaking view of the scene, saw overwhelming waterfall rushing down from scratch on top of the government to crack all the barrier general, crazy like a crash in the fern ridge of rock on the lawn of Taiwan, buzzing vibration the bottom, roll up layers of mist, and then roll forward, roared, plunged tens of meters high fern lawn Taiwan, bitter into the bottom, the spilled tall spray the same time, Yan from intermittent gusts of wind, with a roar in the folder is torn into a fog spray. full of the spring school of the deep canyon scene, Wan green trees, the cypress stands tall everywhere, in trees set off. vine Vertical Blind in the jog trot really refreshing , one can not say the name of the herb, a Zhuzhu forest plots, in the branches stays out of a full real real small fruit capsules are green. crystal clear, such as collections of jade, and well-behaved stood, quietly listening to the guests footsteps grow in obscurity, for the earth, for the birds and the animals brewing sweet. Shui around a (local wizard named a Santo), samba step in front of me Niuzhuo toward a small tree and then get hold of, as the city street couple, warm kissing, nothing to fear. I am surprised to find that in this primitive forests, whether it is thick to use a few people encirclement of the cypress, or larch, birch, are the same as the Tibetans. from the bottom of their hearts burst with a rebellious spirit, straighten backs, straight into the sky, stubborn layers of crown and thorns pierced, their heads high to Yang, to to greet every ray of sunlight, the more I go forward, the more magical feel this great groove.
Endless spring, from the earth's bosom Run overflow face out, bit by bit, and blend into faint small stream, glide base of gravel base, humming a song, singing songs, put together lively River jump for joy, comfort the bottom. infrasound, hydroacoustic and rustle of the trees ring, are woven into a symphony, more like a classical music, so beautiful, comfortable and cozy.
Approaching the end of the next day BI Peng Gou, BI Peng Gou of the most beautiful, like the concept of magical landscape - flying waterfalls, hanging in the nearly 300-meter-high cliffs above. Waterfalls, such as bunches of drift crash Yinhua, but also roll down like a piece of silk, such as the poet to write the \ "" Fei Liu Mashimo 3000-foot \ "" poems quatrains. ascension and the lingering mist filled mountains of the cold dew, waterfall on the right of the cliffs will be dressed as a peak Mystery of the Arab girl from time to time opened a corner of \ "" hijab \ "" looming Jinxian girls tenderness. a gust of wind after the girl became familiar with the old people's face.
I lament this wonderful original world of fairy-like BI Peng Gou praise for her quiet mountain, valley of humility, in the fog of charm. The land of the moderate, the dynamics of river water intoxication.
