Yangshuo: Reverse Yulong, Christmas Jiuxian

Landscape甲天下Guilin, Yangshuo, Guilin, a landscape, a landscape Yangshuo Yulong.
It is true that the last sentence is my series.
But at least for me,遇龙河landscape is comparable to Lijiang and Yangshuo, the former more for fame, VIP necessarily in accordance with the so-called history, historical legends to watch, and Yu-long, more to your own look, feel, like what, what is that good-looking, they can pick up the camera shot one big pass, do not worry there are no 4A scenic spot of the logo, or a person not in a reference book and feel that worth, visitors encounter the onlookers of the place, but also their hearts to calm the bypass, a pure love of freedom is not necessary to add "show people" the crowd.
遇龙河with me is also very有缘, the intention from the first day of兴坪to杨堤to Yangshuo, the result is a shuttle bus to reach the ordinary Takada. Since the fare, like the bridge of workers and peasants simply sit through it. Thus, the reverse of the plan emerged Yulong. Let the beauty all the way
unfamiliar map, I try to figure out a way on both sides of the same handsome behind the hills and downs, which side is which lijiang hidden, all the way in the reverie of landscape and urban Spend, although I could not even where it is Yangshuo do not know, only heard the driver say: to! Clean up the backpack, get off!
Ago in countless publications website read Guilin mountains and rivers, now come in person, they would understand that only with realistic eyes trained, and with both feet off the real measure, really true! Standing on the bridge on both sides of the worker-peasant look, while the camel is led by the lower reaches of the river peaks, just drifting down the boatman who rest in the bridge. Side is my destination: After Singlong bridge, until the upper reaches of Jiuxian遇龙桥, and my travel is on foot, tools are naturally not as well as登山靴alpenstocks plus冲锋衣, a pair of slippers, a bottle, a backpack, travel started. Prior to departure, to buy a few Sui corn, bold and selling corn aunt said: I have to walk through遇龙河! Aunt natural to me to extend a thumb. Later, do not want to give up at any time for this commitment, I do appreciate the unusual hardships.
May be used to walk since childhood, and perhaps more willing to look carefully all around, perhaps some are not accustomed to very rich life, go, are accustomed to walking, do we not care about the water floating people, not I bother about riding around the couple flew away. Just a person enjoying the open valley of the rare feeling of quiet and isolation.
However, the遇龙河hiking, and the Lijiang River has a little bit different, a significant portion of the beginning of the journey is to cut off and water was not so much along the river on foot, we might as well say that in the mountains of Guilin in the field running. In order to get close to water, in the first section of the road, I walk a lot冤枉路, originally looked at the river overgrown with weeds Tian Long can always go in the end, the result we really get to the end only to find that a piece of lake, everything has to be re - to. Pulpy deep in the mud, the calf of the unknown face in the bushes in the invasion of small animals; until one hour later, I came to know how to make a choice, go in the end what kind of road, let me be able to enjoy as much as possible parallel landscape scenery, and does not make my way into the normal distance of two to three times. Life choice, not the same what?
Guilin's landscape is full of spirituality, and his hometown in northern landscapes, like the great-hearted man with the bold and vigorous northern North Chick; entire hill is one; the hill here is一垛一垛, and various文弱are like the scholar and small home jasper, different posture, each with its own charm. It seems every mountains are full of imagination can one ask the boatmen prepared story, and each seems to have indeed mountains has its own past, has been the landscape in this northern Guangxi Medium breeds spirituality, until one day, that can wait until they read those who appear and then into their families and friends together with Lu. This time, you will find, Guilin peaks a little, because he walked into a person's heart.
遇龙河scenery along the way, always be picturesque, landscapes of farmland in the peasant farming, dams on the play of children playing as well as the boatman rows of red and excited tourists can not see at the end of a cul-de-sac street in quiet village , went, in front of the house in the groundwater pressure head over a pot of water, normal business resumed. Through a dam and saw in front of a better landscape, struggling to one red, one at the foot of slippery slippers folder refers to the tape cut off, do we not care about at the foot of a mixture of soil and blood, only to care about in front of landscape.
From the workers and peasants遇龙桥Bridge to the way a lot of bridge pier dam can serve as a rough landmark in the end let you know how much the whole journey, that is, in such a measure, by 16 o'clock when I went to Jiuxian: the mid-point of the road. From Jiuxian to遇龙桥, hurry up and go, they could in the dark to reach the finish line before. But that is an extension to the cul-de-sac Jiuxian disrupt my trip.
Me a happy-go-lucky person, so at any time on the road in emergency situations, natural to me have little effect. Jiuxian junctions, a man holding a map with a number of photos, seems to be bystanders in the lobby of the attraction to him: it is deceitful trick, but from the photo, he said that the scenery does not seem to bad. Therefore, I intend to look for their own villages.
In the village asking for a long time, and finally came to the foot of the small room, listening to a girl that his father often took visitors to climb the mountain, including the world's visitors, let me on the surge of interest here. After a while, a man brought a small rabbit to come back, two small boys, one is to look at the school, and that old man, clearly is just old. At that time, I have the feeling of in-depth behind enemy lines. But have come, on the uphill right. The old man's patience and dignity of the console, let me dispel the idea of the mountains alone, but with one small rabbit counterparts, the young feel otherwise, but also to the good! Old war as a soldier, has his chest with the "old members" signs so that the first time I have to trust and admiration of party members. Prior to departure, the old man at the foot of slippers for my fear, I said: you do not have to wear解放鞋do it? The Red Army had snow-capped mountains, where the COLUMBIA and GORETEX!
We climb the mountain, a famous name: Huangshan! Hill did not say the name of the old source, but with our climb. Hill Road, is entirely his own man, and I am quite lucky because the steep road had fortunately not one of them alone in the mountains, or the complexity of the sub-branch road certainly will allow me to get lost. His way through the soil, thorns, branches and leaves after impeding layers, and finally reached the summit.
Never imagined that they would stand on such a perspective to appreciate Guilin landscape, lying on the bamboo raft, enjoying the pleasure, the feelings of the sublime, take in a small way, accustomed to close, the details of experience. While standing at the foot of the Peak overlooking the landscape of Guilin, it is a kind of on an equal footing with the Guilin mountains and rivers, the feeling of a sincere dialogue. Hill has long been dilapidated brick in some places the wall is still strong, do not know how many years ago, they came to the mountain people躲避战乱best barrier; and today people have not, the stone has become the eyes of the hearts of spectators and messed things. Lap around the mountain away, to imagine a time of war era, Jiuxian the people sheltering in the mountains, around the Pass of the young men stationed a strong guard, guarding the mountain people of short-term peace. And if there is no Peak abandoned the ancient city, who can remember all these? Here, the first time I saw the real humanity of Guilin landscape, not just the legend. 2 hypocritical small rabbit in the philandering旁若无人: If I fall, would you help me. Will not hot swap. Would you do ... ...
standing on the corner of the walls, looked遇龙河size up the landscape, the cool mountain breeze blowing, the sky gradually dim, shaded by the Green Mountain, from gray to red, from red to black . Until the sun completely hidden in the mountain.
Old man said: We are leaving. Pro downhill ago, specifically asked about the trend after not turning back, I will not come to the worker-peasant bridge, go Jinlong bridge, traffic not too bad either, is too time-consuming. So the old man almost mysterious finger向山下path: National Road went from there, as long as 20 minutes! Yamashita, did have a small road winding到山中. But at the end of cul-de-sac is河防already almost night sky, I can not try to figure out the.
Under a mountain, and two small rabbit at his hand, to the old hard costs. Old man and I began to detail that I am going to start walking distance: from here to reach the entrance of the mountain path, I will be going through a uphill, a downhill. Then, walk along the road has been. Until a huge sweet-scented osmanthus trees, the tree has a small road right, do not turn into, but has been before. Then we can see the foot of the mountain is home to one of the people.养着dog home, most will roar to strangers, but not afraid, because of distance. Dog will not catch up to, and then along the path, you can arrive at a village, a village, that is State Road. Although the man has repeatedly stressed that the near distance, and there are no bad guys, but never walked the road the night I am still living with the past are the nature of the dark, the road ahead is full of unknown fear.
Like a small eight year old squad leader guidelines to bear in mind the great forces, like the way forward, several key points have been echoed in my heart: on the downhill, sweet-scented osmanthus trees, mountain people, villages.
Old man determined to take me to the entrance path, although I strongly hope that he can take me to行行好National Road, but still firm and the old man shook hands to another, and began the first time走夜路.
Left uphill, when the night before the final point Yu also told me to feel more or less have a sense of security, and so I totally took just over a hill when the front face is the endless dark. Open the flashlight NOKIA1100 weak hearts Fortunately, it is not secretly glad N70. Hearts began unlimited reverie: Suddenly out of a shadow behind, in front of what seems to have run over, has a street drum kits, Could that be a grave, days unable to hook the old moon in the black clouds, the Village appears to cul-de-sac in a more bizarre. Before the road seems to narrow, traversed a section of bushes, only to see that he did not get lost. Walking in the dark of night, no sound, people lose their sense of timing and sense of direction. Fortunately, after a while, I did not realize that they headed in the wrong direction: It is because the front one, or an enormous sweet-scented osmanthus trees.
In a strange way, to see road signs, is very gratifying; Ilex osmanthus fragrance is intoxicating people. But in the dark of night, all this seems to be implication of other meanings: the night suddenly saw a huge shadow, the people anxious to know what hidden below, reached the tree, heart beat faster, it seems that escape general left here, as if into a fine old trees, will I forever困在这里.
Left the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, the present seems to be a broad valley, the left side of the mountain, seems to have a family, and this time I am at the foot of the way, seems to be at the ridge on the front face, seems to be a orchards. Trot a few steps, it seems really have a dog in the bark to me far. But so I am somewhat pleased that the eyes seem to see the mountains behind, has a bright, but more and more real ear can hear the sound of vehicles on highways.
Foot to speed up the pace gradually, suddenly could see the picture suddenly suspended: a small farm yard, a motorcycle since the lights went so far out from the flash! Shout the moment, no one should be!
过了好久, perhaps the heart for a long time, the reality of the moment, a young man should be me, and agreed to send me to the National Road: 2.
Road in the country, felt deserted and the fear of another night of the big trucks roared past silk street people turned a deaf ear to the existence of wave riding没人理会, although the immediate seen near the toll booths , but feel that the night lighting the road than in the dim light a more slender.
Night, Yangshuo, a person simply can not finish the啤酒鱼, Yangshuo Park with fried wonton night market escargot, rowdy West Street, aromatic fragrance of osmanthus, red star opposite a woman selling straw sandals, Osmanthus Alley Youth Hostel: Boa noite!
postscript: since retrospect, the Huangshan遇龙河town really let me see the perspective from an unexpected extraordinary landscape of Guilin, the road that night I will never forget, I remember my father said that the countryside the time has also gone through a similar path, this time I was walking the road to his father. West Street is too noisy, a person is indeed a bit out of step here. Red star opposite grandmother and I still regret not buying him a pair of straw sandals, straw sandals on his first shot, when the elderly slightly angry and helpless, said: I shoot what to do. I am now alone in the corner of photos to remember this点点滴滴... ...

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