Taihuai early morning quiet and serene town, from here to Taiyuan are 240 kilometers away, and we rushed from the mountainous northern Shanxi jinzhong original.
Coming out on long CMB packed with people, 17 of 30 Iveco squeezed even come inside, even the driver's door on the left side are squeezed two, really is an imaginative creation! Is even more startling twists and turns in the winding mountain road, the driver in the chat is open in the car fast, and the retrograde way to overtake in the gaoya and valleys between the shuttle Rulvpingde really scared us is not a light. So I try to Batou Niu to the window, looking for some distraction it will allow me to care and thus the current dangerous thing to forget.
Northern Shanxi mountain homes is quite distinctive, brick gray tiles high roof, eaves and roof before the roof tiles inscribed on the Shoutou is not unusual decoration, almost every house on both. This is the car into the jinzhong rarely met with after the original, where housing and other parts of the North China Plain is similar to flat-topped and the top of the hill in the majority, features are not clear.
Slopes often see a variety of pagoda, most of the style of the Indian stupa, similar to Beijing that the North Sea Baita, its buried under successive years of enlightenment and the soul of monks who guard their mountain life. Perhaps precisely because of their blessing, in such a way to stimulate the car is so easy conscience, right?
Green rocks are mostly shale, residual traces of the billions of years ago the sea. Some places might be the reason iron ore, showing a dark red. Unknown bush stretching from the crevice in the doggedly out.
The weather is still good. Distant valley, there are still misty mist, as if floating in the mist above the hills, I really feel a little exposure to fairyland. Only a result of a decline due to elevation of the feeling of swollen eardrum so I have to say she is still among the reality, but also a very dangerous reality:)
Car washed down from the mountain safely, and our hearts go back again in situ.
I looked away back in the mountains, think of this tour to rush a moment between the informative and transient mood, indeed a sense of a kind of nostalgia. If the Buddha can be of my wishes, I think I'll come back again thanks to a prayer, and for themselves, and also for this reason the start of winter hours of the Wutai Mountain.
Author: netony
