Zhejiang Yuyao Liangnong a small town, this is directed at four-Ming Hu Reservoir in it, are not sincere enough to hardly ever rainy season, bayberry Shangqing, there I'll wait for a large number of people flocked to the city will be the only reservoir resort Hotel congestion over. Worth mentioning, and went to town to another hotel bar. Do not walk the road, a little three-wheeled motor vehicle stopped in front of Karma Ran, sitting it to the town only needs 5 yuan, could save the stuffy annoying wet weather walking. Car looks like a police motorcycle, dirty and worn out. I have never before had access to such means of transport, they happily climbed into the drive on the right hand seat companion was seated in the post-holder. Starting the engine flutter flutter pull pull, and the wind Hula Hula, broken car Dianpei fairly flat in the road, destination, and soon to go.
Some inquiries and learned that one is called white water washed the place to go have a look. At this point almost in the evening, there is no reason not to worry spots are still open, tickets are still available for sale. Surprisingly, the villagers laughed good faith, the original, it is inside a mountain, the do not need any tickets, there was no railing enclosing, as long as like, middle of the night can go. I can not help both surprised and flattered, and now there is not money, you can actually see the scenery?
Another one is still sitting dilapidated motor away, but a longer trip, along the way cheering the mountain breeze, I wonder if tired straight from the surface, and gradually some of the eyes could not open the. In order to cap concealed, green corner of the eye can still catch a glimpse of the mountain, mostly a bunch of a cluster of bamboo; road is flat, wide in the city a lot of money, in this quiet countryside is more than enough; side of the road old brick tile-roofed house; fat hens on a walk in the fields stems; from time to time Qingqi from around speeding by.
"To the" finger along the direction of the driver looked to the right, hung a stream, the splash of water in a bamboo forest, hidden in the surrounding. Xu is the bamboo is too dense, and from the foot of the mountain to see the past, some of these small water let me down. They still decided to look up.
Path because of the moisture and slightly muddy water, surrounded by a bamboo, all bamboo, gratifying Cuise. Bamboo shoots are still better root shell residues, bamboo and light frost on the white marks, like a layer of fine powder of Mongolia, showing more and more fresh come. Very quiet, no sound, jack chirp of birds occasionally drifting from the air. Sounds of water clarity, and sweep aside the feet of the grass, splash in the waterways of the bouncing around inside the active, all the way down the hill away. Acoustic turning, and some hum nausea, reminds me of a certain ancient rocks night to listen to the story of water hammer. This is because the sound of turning the water a small stone blocking the avenue, take the stones, the water immediately turned into gurgling sound, calm and magnanimous. The source of water about 50 meters high hill, climbing a small and a half, because access roads to follow the return. Water, it is readily accessible, cool and clean, stooped down to drink a small stick, taste better than the train station to buy mineral water.
From the Whitewater washed back, over the evening. Was only 7 points more than the lanes have not seen shadows. Every household door closed, but after the curtain came from the press over her network, and popular music. Many dogs, the tall mighty, Qiyuxuanang, though grass a dog, but much higher than urban virtual well-being of the first virtual brain Baer Gou multi ─ ─ those puppies and short and fat, hair grow to cover the eyes, not only not the least bit dog-like, and even pee have to pull the rope master, there is no freedom at all; not to mention that the owner was still wearing pajamas, slippers, grumble, one of fat middle-aged man. Walking in the alley, the faint smell of faeces floating in the air, a few block high above the ancient stone wall will be the night extra pale reflection of the lights. Suddenly, someone's standing in the black dog squeak of the door, startled me a cold sweat, which go back.
Rooms facing the ridge a few wheat fields, wheat fields behind Siminghu. Shallow moonlight, the distant lake, there are subtle colorful light, it is the resort people happy go again. And I, just by listening to the wind Fuguo Ruoyouruowu new plug seedlings, a few cushions, with several more jagged Amtolmetin frogs, hands and feet stretch cool air in the countryside is already unspeakable satisfaction.
Author: _wfo01292
