Fall in love with white Haba
Haba said White is a fairy tale, which has always had me on her yearning for a kind of inexplicable. The plot of village woods like a beautiful fairy-tale book cover you see waves of brilliant yellow. However, in the village Natiao the east-west and along the cement road for several of wooden Mi Zaza I hesitated. This is a book depicting a fairy tale filled with red roof world? Traveled throughout the villages, only the mountains border a Red Roof Guest House stands alone. Climbed the ridge, far from pulling into the pull shot to draw the line a concrete road that is always lingering hate. This is the white Haba do? Took a few pictures of the sunset at dusk to complete the task considered, with disappointed people returned to Tuva. Hill, leaving only the Hasselblad-toting photographers lonely shadow. Perhaps the only part of photographer Haba White fairy tale, not mine.
We took advantage of the sunset when the upper ridge Garfield a person swinging in the village and found the village there is a dirt road. Neatly planted along the road with white birch, the whole road was covered with golden leaves, called the Golden Avenue, where he was in possession.
The next day, I really can not afford to go to ridge on the film to mention interest in morning mist, followed by Garfield Avenue up to the gold turn full circle. Haba's expectations may be too much dialogue, the overall scenery in front of me that did not feel alone, returned to the room. The hostess to see me back again in Riga, the Point Carbon stove. Boring I moved a stool in the window seat, Paoshang oolong tea, nibbling the seeds, looking down Yang's "We Three." Room tea lovers, and the sun shone on the body, feet burning stoves positive wang, whole body warm, there is no more than it made me enjoy things. Looked up and rubbed the neck of acid up the window the blue sky, dazzling snow-capped mountains, neat wooden fences and window two tall white birch to promote preventative greeted less than the original without the red roof, white, or as Haba the United States. To see the beautiful scenery of the original first to have a beautiful mood. My heart began to smolder, you want to re-explore white Haba, do not want to start the time has come to just taste something out of a fairy products yet to be together on the book.
The car through the entrance to the village once again Napian gorgeous woods, this time we are going to leave. I actually forget this has.
Author: cherryku