.. How can I met you, in my most beautiful time ..
Baffling to like water, to Sichuan, where the river was always shocked.
This is my second time to Sichuan, from the first time a full 10 years.
Sichuan, Sichuan is not a small number of old and not-chuan is said, which means Land of Abundance moisture while nurturing side, but also easy for the sons and daughters there, pickled sluggish Fu down, which of course is not conducive to youth aspirations; while old and mai, Sichuan, paradise-like cozy open-minded.
On this point, tour guides pointed out the window, the image to play the two example, one said that Chengdu people walk only fifty or sixty steps per minute, the eastern city of about 80 steps, while the Shenzhen is a hundred paces, to Seoul, Tokyo achieve a 120-step. Another illustration is now the amount of private car ownership in Chengdu, despite the dense streets, but mostly low-end cars, Changan Auto, Geely cars eyeful of every description, price is not expensive, first, enjoy.
However, these should refer to basin bar. Sichuan's strange, it should be still large gaps in its terrain. Rubbing the side of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, single-head enough for people to listen to one of the first, take a deep breath. With this point, they will never be sluggish, and pickled attached to its beak.
To the Jiu Zhai way, meandering foot, car window is a galloping Fujiang.
From Chengdu to Mianyang, and then Li Bai's Jiangyou, then Ping Wu, Su Fu-Jiang-on, the legendary Choi Lam dress rehearsal a small appearance as a team, but also to bring along a bit tired of the Qing Lie, and vivid.
This point, when I was 3,500 meters above sea level ridge of the spiral-down Gongga felt more strongly, when, because with me all the way down 3,000 meters is the Natiao who had worked on the Minjiang River in Leshan encounter.
Sat in the car to a friend send text messages: I like Minjiang River.
Friends Q: What should you worked up?
Pentium.
In fact, live in the city also has a lot of the river, but the river flat, hardly any movement, only the vessel through the shore only when it barely moves a little bit. The Fujiang not the Minjiang River is not. River rolling mischievously with proud and confident with, passion with, people like to loudly advocated.
I do not belong to the kind of Pentium? Easily liked what, and then desperately turning the surging emotion term, while the winding paths, will quickly put a different direction.
Is this the way I love to walk the grounds?
I have been to has a lot of not more than a place, let me tears are two: one in the Three Gorges, Wu Gorge across the board that night, only I am a person, reach out to stroke the Three Gorges of the wind, clip wrapped in thousands of years of history and legend, to me rushing toward us, Heiqu Qu, the vaguely identify goddess. The other is that it is a Jiuzhaigou.
From Mizoguchi, environmentally-friendly vehicles to enter the scenic ride was lucky enough to sit at the left side of the window, with the clear sound of reading aloud of water flowing into the eyes, eyes are also filling from water. Bonsai sea reed sea, sparks sea ... ... Despite the numerous watched television, pictures, listening to others talk about many times had to go to Jiuzhaigou, but it really broke into a true line of sight, I still like being detached from thinking.
Slim reed marshes Rourou spreading, blowing shells want to fold in the last 3,000 meters of pulling Department to draw the line is the outer Haizi blue pen of God do, gently strokes, Yang Qi endless lingering.
Light yellow, the clear mountain water, billowing white spray, thin to roll out the green pearl beach, Huang human eye, tempting us to heart.
When the light encounter the water, in addition to what is still sparkling? Wucaiche will be made by a film color light magic mirror, potential underwater, Qingyilianbu, Qian Chen is not dyed.
Wave of tourists come, gather, take pictures, with guides shouting the walk, and wave again. Anyway, I am a man, do not greet others, also do not care about being left behind, stood there, listening to acoustic wash.
Think of a kid that once Guizhou University, Department of Geography teacher when a small trip to my uncle, wife and children Zhuyi Ye,坐在院子里stars in the sky tell me, do not consciously from the sky like looking good for a long time actually thought that the Galaxy is the sound of water. Imagine the water in the sound of constantly changing, and murmur, mighty, fast, erratic ... ...
Jiuzhai of water, either silent, only color, or that is full of enthusiasm to descend quickly, but you can not stroke.
If, if I was just a butterfly, if the height elevation of 3000 to have butterflies, I will be idle time in which strains of reed vine? Listen to breeze Whisper to see light and shadow painting, thoughts Wanshan 1000 water. Perhaps, there will be a love, in the air is thin at bang open, their desire, like desire to oxygen, eager and transparent beauty of each other in the winding.
Jiuzhai do not know what will be rain, drift float Sasa, I will quietly Xiang Pei, listening to water and water love story.
Friend's phone, saying that I want to hear the voice of crying.
I just said, you come, it will be easy to come here. Like me, the tears dripped onto the mirror Jiuzhai sea, as is always the water wizard.
Author: yu2yu2
