Starting again, and when trains are switched on the moment, my mind could not help but relieved. Previous trips before the excitement and expectations are different this time, I was burdened with the emotional debt fled, and go there, someone else will go, for me it does not matter, as long as this upset to leave the chaotic atmosphere. I know that this is likely to not see the scenery, seeing only the individual colors are painted pieces, which is the desecration of nature, but I Huaizhao starting a trace of guilt, because the only way I could be almost fermentation sp Variable heart is in the sun exposure, which is why I choose tourism as a reason for living conditions. If I were layers to bind himself a cocoon, I tied one end of the stay in the starting point, then the way to go and how far heart can be released?

The vehicle encountered a four-year old boy laugh very much in love, he was talking about my logic is simple jokes to bend forward their heads off, and perhaps the logic is as simple as a happy, but only a child can understand and use his mind. Play hungry, his mother gave him a bowl of instant noodles soak, he opened the lid from time to time with the United States and the United States of the smell the taste of instant noodles, and then met to issue a long sigh, small action made me feel amazing, so that expression may only occur in an age of four children who, although he was satisfied to make only such insignificant things. I left the car seat went to convergence Department, quietly watching the scenery out the window and the track is a crash away, this section of track I was familiar, and familiar place said there is no scenery, can pass this time Department when I would think, "Days of Being Wild," where the train outside the fleeting tropical scenery, and that part of the monologue about a bird with no feet. In the article, wrote, "people much better than this, selfish and sentimental, eager to embrace the truth was, but also spared the first to pay. This is a gushing with feelings of the era, and yet the truth of the famine years of extreme deprivation. Therefore, one would have been people are lamenting Renxinbugu, Nandaonvchang may be anecdotal affair everyone has been leading men and women. "Think of the time something has been troubling me, and the child a simple innocent smile, the adult world can not be too much to restore the state of numbness just want to laugh will become much easier.

First day of the field trip was a hoax, we are attracted to Huanren Lake, five women and mountains, you can see it is being carved whitewash suffered a crushing defeat of the landscape, asphalt, large entrance, small red flag, and "had to leave from here Sell Road property, "the more traveled areas to see the destruction of the more I fail to understand why, why some people want to painstakingly, make every effort to bring the natural beauty of authentic original into vulgar counterfeit, write in English lessons, a word translated into Chinese and is called addicted to ugly addiction, that is, the more ugly things more like, but why there is such a hobby that some planners, the ravaging of the landscape, hey. The evening, we went to Liaoning in the old bald at the foot of the peak, the sky overcast, hastily Spending the Night in the old farmhouse, and outside all of a sudden squally do, sitting in the warm kang, looking out the window to catch a cattle farmer hurried to go home could not help but a kind of satisfaction. The wind stopped, the rain was more urgent, I am out of the farmhouse, a stroll along the village road, the sky black, and 4 can not see what the landscape, only the headlamps can illuminate a little bit of space, a walk through the tunnel where the feeling of , cold, quiet, dark ... ..., "Tomorrow will have a date with the mountain," I told myself silently.

Morning of the valley, quiet, spacious, and there was a thin layer of fog hanging over, there is no imagination in the autumn, the sun did not have a ride a ride in the clouds elusive. Natural scenery is not the legendary one brilliant, but exceptionally there are levels of a pine and cypress green, a yellow poplar, a birch's pale, a bright red maple, you have me I have you to blend in together, co-author of the morning mist looming, reveals a kind of hard to explain Taoist immortal. We herbs along the village paths up the mountain scenery along with some identical Baishilazi are diffuse, and 4 of the red, red Naoteng, red, feel dizzy. Is to be in an old Chinese saying "scarcity value" no matter how beautiful things, when he was hit when covered Putian, how many are a bit unaffordable. But when I walked halfway up the mountain, I saw the most beautiful woods've ever seen - a black pine. It was a small woods, but it gives us a magnificent illusion, black trunk was pouring rain after a trace of metal texture, complexity interlacing branches Yanyanshishi may be filtering the light of this does not enrich a more weak, I do not know how many years of pine needles deposited Mimizaza the paved a way, covering the soil, covering the weeds, in a golden, well looked soft and delicate like the skin of women. All the way across the maple forest in full swing with the brilliant, but this piece of Japanese black pine in the stick's own solemn and calm response to the change of seasons. Tree products so, should such a character. Near the summit, we actually see the snow, and disabled to the extent of almost every technology, but when I saw the bright red leaves trembling trembling held out the snow, the bright red berries were wrapped in snow and ice cover, I thought, "冰清玉洁. " Old bald, a name of Esu, impressive mountain scenery, so I thought this trip without regret.

Yang Lake ditch, to be known as the title of artist village. Number of local literati, the scene was still some kitsch. A small bridge, flowing water, people, scattered with the rules and orderly, though no personality, there is a very picturesque sense, but also for this reason that artists here than the farm raised ducks are more than a pinch with a pinch of poly - , which many people crowding together what it really festive. A good thing, Coushang went to see a picture of what people can not help but betrayed a shocking ignorance, he drew the picture, but not the immediate landscape, the painter has to go when God, or called freehand? To leave the artists and found a beautiful amazing scenery, a quiet stream of smoke haze on the San Zhao Hui, fluttering Sasa's spread, and the early morning sunlight on the water softened by mist and diluted Wen Ruan, a leaf fall for the old trees with twisted branches extending standing spot along the river, not very tall and straight Qiu Jin, mist blurred the trees behind the background, increasingly look to its lonely Liaoluo. Four weeks is very quiet, can not hear the voice of water, but I seemed to hear the voice of vapor mist, looming. Not been to Wonderland, but I think much better than this bar. Along the stream into the valley and found a real groove Yang Lake, the more views into the ditch the more original, thought the ancients called "the King is very much at risk to do", entrance to the village farms of the artists will not appreciate this point The.

Is supposed to go home, but hearsay, a place called Big Stone and decided to meet by chance on it. A small village, hiding with the valley, a kind of paradise in mood. In the evening, walking alone in the village, just before the next rain, the sky as I like the gloomy mood, walked entrance to the village, watching the duck pond a daze, do ducks are kinds of unfortunate or fortunately, high? Or, like Chuang Tzu said: "Sir, you know that the fish are happy or Down?" Fortune or misfortune, completely from their own judgments. Raised his head and found himself facing a mountain facade, it seems Dao Pi generally straight, Yang looked at it, a kind of inexplicable face intense pressure from the passage, I could not help but walk away from it towards the village, the road line of sight obscured by a salty liquid, not out of sadness, but the indulgence of their own depressed. The next day, when we follow the stream to a torrent of the probe into the valley, the Big Stone I think the stunning scenery, or quote the words of fellow - "sexy." A small radius where there are rocks, there are strange trees, a stream and waterfall ... ..., and the scenery are hidden everywhere in a bucket off the road, after hunting, so that your senses again and again by flirting, sexy beauty is like a non-stop waving in the front, attracted not stop to explore your next stunning. Waterfall will feel excited every time I saw this, even those outside. A stack of folded waterfall pouring down, first converging to a pit, but also flow from the pit, under a drop again and again that, like a huge exclamation point followed by three stacked down together, one side of the rock has been out of the deep water deep groove, so that I lamented the world's most compliance thing is water, it can be invasive and can penetrate, you can agitation could be swept by, regardless of what ingredients it is still water. The free and easy with the old bald different atmosphere, where the scenery is concentrated Lek practiced, the exquisite trace of a scenery, a quiet its winding Department. Vaguely in the world really think that if there are gods, then he should live here.

Drive to return, and look at the beauty of being left behind, there is no attachment is only calm, passionate people is a form of punishment. So, I learn to calm the mind, the judge and look at water. Before I remember looking for a the perfect Maple Leaf, but found a way only to find there is no one leaf is perfect, people are so demanding will only bear its own weight-bearing. Hail the way back met, suddenly found that the way we have experienced the wind, frost, rain, snow, hail, is this is a kind of late?

Author: lovechopin