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10 / 5, Shen Cong-wen cemetery, guanzhuang, slate Village
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"One soldier was not killed in battle, that is, to return home"
The phoenix, I am afraid to get to Shen Cong-wen cemetery worship me for a moment. To see the whole of that part of the soldier's hills.
From the text from the ancient cemetery very close to just walking, driving can not find a parking place.
Tuojiang water from flowing through the hillside cemetery, Riverside Memorial from the text kind of house to collect the money. Hill is a small park, with green trees, there is Qi Hao stone level, of course, famous stone inscription, placed in the inevitable roadside.
I could not find the cemetery from the text.
Phoenix is a series of travels as a job doing, the daily starting late at night, and accompanied by a rate that digital photos, and slowly travels, as back then, that King.
I remember for myself, I do not want it again.
Suddenly, there is no codeword of mood, perhaps I should have at the end.
But I can not find the cemetery.
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Down along the Tuo, a few of the waterway is a road called guanzhuang place.
Here the impact of Tuojiang a small island, around islands, quiet and go to the obscene.
The island was developed into a tourist destination, the island built a few wooden buildings. Many boat upstream from the Tuojiang drift down, the shadow of the boat with the oars of the microwaves reflected in the Song Da li. After the draw visitors to the island shore, a group of people wandering the island, entertain Dao Yeting good. Height overlooking the island, but they should not have fun.
Our car was parked in the road, but could not find a way to the island. Try to go on the slope from the roadside, still make life difficult for Tuo, Tuo River in front of the loud buzzing issue.
Today, we are going to think of stone forts and so decided to give guanzhuang drove off.
This road is a railway station bound direction. Excellent scenery on both sides of the road, I began to drive aimlessly forward.
In a sound of rushing water, the village before the stop. Look at the farmers till the fields, watching ducks swim.
Tuojiang flat ground here, and flow across the river tall branches, after the golden harvest fields and fields on the golden straw, reveals a dense rural flavor. Gone through a not yet completed the bridge, the young farmers are rushing cattle in the plow, turn over a new block of dark brown soil, distribution of the faint scent of strange.
The other side is a village in the fields. To go around the corner you can see the dam Tuojiang clear stream.
The beautiful river in the corner to stemming the flow of arc-type dam, forming a beautiful arc of white curve; where ducks swim upstream of the dam, the present is a peasant woman in the washing tools; less than one-meter-high white kind of flowing water, can not be become a waterfall, but it is clearly a song, a song filled with music scores of villages.
Poor YAH was seriously injured in the hand (also recorded in the Zijia walk through Guangdong, Guangxi-Hunan next), the ridges on the narrow, once again staged a walk every time he must be wrestling programs.
We saw his tall body like an avalanche poured down from the ridge on, LANE, small-HOO with screaming. Fortunately border town of the land is very fertile and covered with cow dung smell of the land with a soft, moist. Fortunately, YAH fall down and did not come across that poor suffered serious injuries to hands, body painting point of the soil, and even feet were wei, and what are not considered a major event.
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Back to the Phoenix city for dinner. Zaiqu yellow wire near the bridge to find the stone Walled It is our desire to end the trip.
Afternoon time, is still not seen the sun. There is a stone Walled name has been forgotten by.
The car parked on the roadside. YAH injured again became lonely caboose who idle is idle, the mud has become a Buick car, rinse clean and beautiful, and can be considered another of his experience bar.
Walled slate, the blows are slate. Stairs, roads, self-needless to say, the house walls reach the peak from the whole yes. However, wooden doors and windows. Is wood, a long time, but also with a slate color.
Walled stone house built on mountains, a long uphill channel, in the stone house in the middle, far stretch to go forward. A child from a passing curiosity to read one of my machines, go visit the ladder around, a moment had climbed to the top of the figure more and more small.
Walled slate stone was not erected building a house, but rather a piling up as an even more interesting is the slate and the slate is no adhesion between the materials, but the wall formation, corner caltrop clear, very neatly presented in our eyes.
Between the stone house and planted some trees and vegetables. Yellow-green of the vines from climbing on top of that between the inter-Dan Banfang stone houses, dress up for this gray world.
The afternoon slate Walled extremely quiet. Here very few tourists do not see a few people.
A white dog, twist the ladder in the middle of the stone passage, and sleeping. We approached, it can only be carried the next eye movement does not move, lazily went back to sleep. For a time, we have three cameras at the same alignment it, photographed lazy sleep state, the original, is one such paparazzi came out of, ha ha.
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Walled to life, and truly let the stone are those lovely children.
I do not know where to suddenly emerge from a few wearing bright little girl was bouncing around in the back and forth on the stone stairs Feng Pao, laughing and joking. Wearing a bright yellow little girl, probably only the 5,6-year-old appearance, had been pretty, chubby Basin Series, Fuji kind of attractive, moving her mouth. See my camera to her on the Feng Pao. Innocent laughter operculum glitter Hu Xian, children continue to make trouble with me is to not let me take a picture properly, scrapped a lot of dynamics in the photos. Like to see my look of helplessness, she happy.
Until her aunt out, that gave me a lot of close-up shot of her.
Big eyes, extremely clean and the pupil of the eye, in my front of the camera and flashing a clever novelty; soft white little hand, restless earth non-stop; face the smiling faces of extremely rich, so I kept pressing the shutter, each photo are simply vivid.
I praised her beautiful, and her aunt asked me to send photos to her, I agreed. Her aunt added, many visitors say sent, but did not receive a man sent photos.
However, I too, have not yet sent. Because I lost the address engage.
Now, I posted pictures of girls in the "photographs were published", I want to ask the Village which to slate the Mix, to help me bring, bring that naughty little naive romantic and lively beauty.
I will thank you.
Author: habao
