SARS Lushan, quiet breathing to make people think it is their own. Long out of the first rock, the sky was overcast, light rain fell on the head. Yes Zuoju Hui Hotel? Or continue to go to Fairy Cave?
Hurried footsteps disappear in the shade of a tree such as the promenade where. Really as a time tunnel, in front of the itinerary already know, the road will not meet visitors, and those who did not put stalls. Is a section of empty trip, called every day to be, heard by anyone, there is no mobile phone signal. The only hope is to go and continue to walk. Then wait --- we are lost!
Fairy Cave is very bright-colored doors and windows paint, bright red is a festive atmosphere kinds of catalysts. Although the doors and windows closed, the empty courtyard of the stone table arranged in here, can be described as practicing "Plum Blossom piles", but can also sniff out several past busy atmosphere. Fairy Cave of the site is really good, straight holes on the line of sight is very wide, as if out of a path. No matter what the practice, this time perhaps only the mountains can see the mountains that is himself, he is the mountains. Due to a respect and bowed, lit three incense, candles left the money. Hole is very cool and listen to it, such as the second hand the frequency drops ~ ~! Drip ~ ~! Dripping sound. At this point, whether the emergence of what dynasty costume who will feel very real people. This is the appeal of the empty hills, as in the mountains of the soul worship tour. May not be facing the hole of the statue of flash photography, then we will not get lost, and perhaps this is disrespectful to the price.
Hit the road, there is tree sheltered, it seems that rain will reduce the number. The capsules along the cool rain, bombs have been blowing in the cold face. Anxious hurry back already sweating a fever. Vision is hazy at this time really hope I can do anything, piercing eyes, foot flames rounds ... .... Suddenly remembered a poem's words: "Tianshan daoyin extinguished, 10000 Path trace destroy people," a true reflection of truth.
Sky infection, people feel their breathing, feeling nervous at the. It seems there was an immediate personal "Shennongjia of savages" To suddenly come out like. This is definitely not frighten their own. Later, peers recall also said it has seen the idea of monsters out to be fleeting. And we were the road is silent, and I was secretly practice the dialogue, the event really met a monster, and the good talk, do not take photographs, not video, not exposure to the media. Let us put a monster. Along the way, panting as a story for ourselves. Finished, not a beast appeared, with the existence of forks in the road, no road signs. The road maps drawn up in this, and Jin Xiugu. There is an abandoned here in the empty stalls, a few bamboo poles. It seems shopping is the management of business people moving signs. I looked down, a homeopathic way stretch valley below, has been protected to narrow branches, looming winding, the sight can not see the first ... ...
I stood on the rocks of this piece of Pathfinder also written, photographed charges small wooden plaque, a gust of wind, the small wooden plaque shook. Zero-extended to a fork in the road do not know where? At this time the rain seemed greater, and the environmental impact of bad weather, people's emotions, feelings of confusion invasive heart, the truth being placed in a landscape, rocks of the striae steep, strangely shaped rocks and the rain gradually in the absence of popular black chill, as if every piece of rocks to be turned into a living monster.
"Does not know the truth about the matter, just because the body in this mountain" is this poem.
Blazed her mind before, on dark days farther and farther, turn the clock back.
Magnificent, high and steep mountains, in the rain in the evening deterrence living, people are so tiny! Rain filled the air, dead quiet deserted, dismal shudder.
Sub-lap, or did not find signs seem to be in this scenic area for thousands of years very little has been too mature mountain air were empty, the hundred years of the atypical pneumonia, mountain air were empty phenomenon. King came a portable attendants, to the unique Lushan really surprised and flattered at the Lushan's arms.
Pensive, if the wait and ideological struggle. Take the right hand side, from now on, walking path in mind. May be because the driver saying, "You will never again go on." Within the meaning of do not know Do not go there, is not here? Rain shed a line in the bridge of the nose, around a few bends of the flying stone, is here any more. Companion assured me that, according to here, found, can be considered only, and I looked at the Lushan VCD because this piece of stone lay in the valley comes. Unexpectedly, only the effect of Photography, in a way of "speculation."
Open the tiny camera lens, standing on the wet stone, and another down the flow of rainwater along the bridge of his nose.
Do not pour cold, and in this special period of SARS, splashing cold, and question one exception, it can not be in this Yamen inside out. A climb up, the original is a square run flat, simple room, there are two woman, ask the return of Xiaoxia Where Are You? But also their own path in a road, mountain landslides, vehicles can not enter. But the way back the mood has been different. The choice of a side road, the human psychology will be rendered into the role of the environment.
See the mountains and the earth.
SARS tour, taste and the mood is different, there are feelings of people in this respect, SARS can be called a kind of spiritual wealth. If SARS re-invasion of the country, I will pack up your things proceed, which makes the taste very much aftertaste.
Author: xieenrong
