I usually only seen on television Huangshan scenery, go to Huangshan has been my dream. 2 people have this Tour Huangshan Xin and his party on the 3rd. One of the beautiful pieces are still reverberating in my mind today to go to work in the taste of the spontaneously smile Shi Hai. So Bianba record 12 this trip, named dream trip. To be honest I am biased to the Huangshan. Say that there is a waterfalls Lushan, Wild Goose's Qifeng, there Huishang emblem smart woman, but also has rice paper ink Shixian Fanchu incense. Waterfall, Qifeng, Huizhou merchants, rice paper have to see. But these is not moved by my place. Huangshan Huangshan, after all. Perhaps she will be a must install Yan wiping thick, such as the month of license on the old Shanghai beauty, looking forward to most people look at her, he was the flat shoes high heels trampling on in the mountains between the meridians. Sachiya, De Du Huangshan among wind and rain.
After two days of our trek at noon the next day to reach Yungu Si, and then began to climb Baie Ling, from Yungu Si to 100 Eling took four hours. This section of mountain road, so that everyone is sweating, exhausted, but the mountain tops, seats seats, roadside streams murmur, people feel comfortable and desirable of the incomparable, the body seems to be cleansing, and full of vigor. Eling short break in the 100, we reach the peak before the letter, but also north to the North Sea, via the North Sea hotels, light booths, cool units, boulder view of the sea, after the west to the West Sea. Then stay in the west after the hotel when we went to the West Sea settled Paiyun Ting, when the time is 16:00, Pai Yunting filled with people who line up photography. We left there to find a quiet place, sitting stone waterfront, next to the abyss and verdant trees, rocks Qiao Li. Wind large dragonflies as the rising air currents in the gorge walk through, transparent wings shining in the sun, like a wizard, the wind blowing over my face and hair, but also served with bursts of singing in the pine, in addition to the wind, as if heaven and earth between the voices disappeared without a trace, I'm just a grass, a stone, a leaf fluttering Or nothing. . . . . . "I want wind go back." 3:00 on the third day we start to carry light to watch the sunrise, and after another 2 hours of mountain reached guangming ding, when the time is drawing huge crowds of guangming ding already let alone to watch the sunrise to look at the people almost the same. We read under the scorching sun after sunrise, dragged his exhausted body reached the Yuping cableway station down the hill.
In our day when we arrived in Huangshan City, went to the streets ~ two individuals, exclusive one Tianshi. Quartzite paving, powder wall black tiles of ancient buildings, black lacquer pitched the signs, these are the favorite. Hard-soled shoes tap slate voice is the most ancient streets of this note. When it rains, Yula the quartzite, the often reminds me of "Umbrellas of Cherbourg" is the word. Ideal for rainy days, Qingdouchukai of 28 girls, is to hang an oil-paper Xiao San, or the Chinese Yunbin, thin onion skin like clothes, standing on the quartzite middle of the street, in the rain waiting for meditation. People who go around again wave wave, all things in their stride as the. When I look back, smiling - and that people are at the end of Long Street. I love old buildings Huizhou is trained by the Street. Horse wall did not say the magic, beauty rely on clever, and does not wood carvings, brick carvings fine alone is that the atmosphere of street children, Lane children, we can reflect more than half of Jiangnan. In the Old Street read a couplet, with a kiheung approach, the joint writing north, the second line, "In the apricot spring rain, Jiangnan." South of the apricot is very beautiful, Spring beauties lock in limitless, an affair, come. Koshiro's walls, dark tiles, red apricot, alas, which, like southern no Gou Weier. Huizhou region Hang Yee, Jessica seems little peach is often out of the wall, there are spring and artless beauty. Rain is also essential, Zhan Yi Heng Fa Chuen want to wet rain, blowing side is not cold Wind in the Willows. Inclined moist rain raising the Rouqingsishui Jiangnan people. Clear, if you can find a piece of open space, taking advantage of the wind when flying a kite can recall childhood bit by bit.
Street shops everywhere, the greatest change when the number of "Chengde Xin." Its name is probably the owner's name, surname processes Tingduo here. It was originally a soy factory, selling soy sauce, vinegar, pickles and so on. Childhood impression, this shop lighting was not very good throughout the year all came to light, dark, there is a great sauce jars loaded, but also quite dark, Xu is that there is only against the background of this effect of each bar. Tala shoes of the woman who holds bright Pingerguaner into "Cheng Dexin", came out Pingerguaner filled with soy sauce, rice wine, has become a subtly. At that time very much like "Cheng Dexin," where taste, but unfortunately now Chengde Xin diverted to do batik trade.
There are two side shops along the streets, a new tables and chairs for a new bowl and chopsticks has changed very decent, and another land to be sold, or steaming Fagao, steamed buns, wonton. I do not know who the counter where a high fall, broke his collarbone. This is the big one was heard to say. I was six months old or a little larger every afternoon by the grandmother holding to eat ravioli. Grandma put me on the counter and then pay the (higher than the counter of any one now can see), I miss countless dumplings steamed cake fritters climb up the counter, also fearless in climbing to the ground.
Street on the characteristics of snacks, but for years remained unchanged. In addition to two side shops, there are many mobile food stalls. Huizhou stinky tofu is very well known. Heibuliuqiu pan fried stinky tofu to use, and has not been painted butter fragrance lovers, coupled with the end of the minced garlic, vinegar, soy sauce, topped with pre-equipped with good, not taste for a stroll on the white back to Lao Cai. BRANDIED is sold, and cries be called a must. It is summer, selling ice BRANDIED, he shouted that the "selling ice BRANDIED, fifty cents a bowl." Just look at this two, hardly anything, but accompanied by a Mandarin and Tunxi dialect, it can be people simmer with laughter. Again Tunxi dialect, and the second times the standard Mandarin, seem to fear that outsiders do not understand Tunxi dialect, will have to translate its good intentions, by the way can also be a few close disciples want to learn Tunxi dialect.
Deep impression, as well as streets of copper tones. Cleaners pulled a wooden handcart, far came all the way shake the hands of the brass bell rang. The shop on the street off and people picked up trash out. Heavy wooden handcart, cleaning the work of blue-gray cap, copper ring tones, they are both far away. Tomorrow at the same time, they will occur again. But now, blue-gray cleaners that hat did not, and replace it with orange-red bright clothes; dray had not been replaced in order to tricycle; copper ring was gone too, but nothing can replace the sound.
Street signs are also a scenery shop, each has a long history, pitched all black, or bright or bleak. I do not like refurbished in recent years, pitched, rather like those that reflect the rise and fall of the bleak streets of the handwriting. Here's another name to have been a generation or even generations considered, and invited local artists out pens inscribed. There is a called "Mao-huai", and along comes with couplets, is "to keep Gumao Moichi Street today, Huai Yin Cheong Road freight business thoroughfare." Shop inscriptions, the maximum number of Mr. Huang Shulao. Street entrance and exit of the inscription on the arch, all from his hand. His vigorous strong word, I suspect that he is out of row of brush.
Selling stuff on the streets is very mixed, native, four treasures, crafts, snake skin. I think the best, than a tea shop. In the store looking for a wicker chair to sit down, hand is also rattan coffee table compiled. Paoshang a cup of tea, turned a few pages of Lu Yu's "Tea" to see the outside of the thin strip of sky, hurried downstairs to see people leisurely leisurely.
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Author: zimuchuixue
