Guilin and Yangshuo, quick to leave a month ago, has long wanted to write a thing. Can each Tiqi Bi, the overall feel that the writing has some do not go smoothly, and who is probably the lazy way down the bar. Staring at the source code line by line on the screen, his mind began to hair wood, Yulong River on a quiet, bamboo rafts, rice fields, Bambusa Multiplex, dam water splashed, but also present in front of us.
Guilin, Yangshuo bike back from walking in the direction 45 minute hand to the Baisha Township. Shui Po, off the road, then trail riding in the countryside is very needle through a small village, then to the Yulong River. Delicate tactfully guides who spoke the dialect, a few words after speaking with the village's young guy set the rental price of the river raft tour. Raft gently insisted on row seems to work shocked the reflection in the water for fear of strange things, along the river are lined up in a bamboo mountain dome. Sunset must downhill, and the horizon layers of clouds gradually become Wu Qing. Wind has also been quiet, and thick clumps of Bambusa Multiplex along the river is no longer flicker, probably just as beautiful smiles bashfully, silent stare bar. Buffalo on the shore leisurely eating the grass, to see the bottom of the algae fresh grass, the first they went into the water, a huge body as there is no trace of land slid into letting them silently disappear. The bamboo raft river fisherman glide silently from the side, but also to stop. This Fisherman about sixty or seventy years old and bar, body lean, and some pale blue cotton garment worn on the body floating in a little fat, and a pair of big feet are firmly standing on the raft, a small creel would stand in his Pai Tau. Fisherman whirl flutter from poles name of the water, so the fish catch from time to time they fall into his net.
"Dad, there is not we catch carp ah? There I will say Er Jin", accompanied by tour guides asked.
"Today, nothing, I would like to close the net to go home, Come back another day."
"Let us forget."
Tour guide and he changed the language of the title, and scheduling work chatted about the homely. I was lying on a bamboo raft on the chairs and let the golden waves greet the eyes, the thoughts I do not know where Gone with the Wind to the magic.
"Has been a double lion, and you should move on it?" To pick workers interviewed me softly like waking from a dream in the reclaim.
"Then go back tonight, on West Street is also want to drink a few glasses of it."
So bamboo raft looking from another head, unhurried back stays. Behind the mirror-like surface of the water left behind two ripples.
Author: nilesven
