After days of tiredness, I slept soundly in the high-speed car and rubbed my eyes. I didn't realize that I had arrived in Yangshuo, with clear clouds and mountains outside the window. When the car pulled off the highway, a classical archway with the word Yangshuo engraved on it came into view, and I couldn't help saying to myself: Yangshuo is here. Our car drove to a bridge, naturally slowed down, on both sides of the green peaks, blue waves of the river, landscape into interest, bamboo rafts floating back and forth, as if in ink painting.
The car slowly drove into Yangshuo County, giving me the impression that I had entered a small town, where the houses were not high, as if deliberately not to exceed the peaks here; the city was not big either, and it was probably that Yangshuo people did not allow those vulgar, manic, copper-smelly buildings to take up too much space in beautiful landscapes. The county seat does not have much decoration, in fact, there is no need for decoration, the miraculous craftsmanship of nature has made it beautiful.
Through the county to enter the famous Shili Gallery, traffic is much less, tourists change bicycles, play with three or five companies. The highway is coiled between the mountains and rivers, and the mountains are elegant and elegant on both sides, some like gentle ladies, some like resolute and majestic eyebrows, some like courtiers bowing quietly, and some like simple and handsome children. A clear river on the left, drifting in the mountains, white clouds, blue sky, green peaks, as well as graceful bamboo forests on both sides of the river bank, a variety of ancient trees, scattered farmhouses, simple and elegant stone bridges, reflected in the blue waves of the river, constitute a beautiful landscape painting. We came to the source of drifting, chose an inn called Lin Jian Inn to stay, stood in the courtyard and looked up at the mountain near at hand, listening to the sound of the gurgling river, the breeze was coming, and the fatigue of nearly ten hours of travel was dissipated.
Our inn is not big, but the style is elegant, the environment is refreshing, even the boss is very handsome, the landlady is extremely handsome, everything is integrated with the surrounding environment. We can't wait to rent bicycles and run on the serpentine highway, and the breeze is blowing. I adjust the angle of my mouth and nose on my back, speed up, and frantically absorb the exhaust fumes from green mountains and green waters, just like a hungry beggar. I can't wait to get a roast chicken from a kind-hearted man. A water wheel appeared not far ahead, and a group of people stopped there to play, so we naturally slowed down and stopped the car together to take pictures by the water wheel, in the bamboo raft and on the river embankment, and our companions watered each other and played with each other by the riverside. Chasing and playing in the grass, like a group of lively children. Towards evening, after cycling for more than ten kilometers, the sun became like a big red orange, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on me as if stained with marmalade. On the way back, we sang all the way, and suddenly there was a clear cry not far from the left: did you go back to Yangshuo? take me for a ride. Just after the voice fell out, I saw a graceful woman drifting over with her bike. She rode very skillfully and chatted with us while riding. She said she lived next to the thick street in Yangshuo County, hoping we could take her, while she took us to the thick street bar to play. Now we know each other with strange eyes. Coincidentally, he slowed down his ride, and a companion lowered his voice. Seeing this, the woman turned her head and looked back, feeling that her delicate face had instantly turned into green fangs, which made people feel extremely frightened, and her state of mind was like a mirror pool suddenly seeping into a turbid liquid.
When I got back to the inn, night had already fallen, and the lights in the courtyard were dim and soft. The landlady greeted us in a ringing voice: you have just returned, we have all had dinner. At this time, I really felt a little hungry. Brother Bo hastily fastened his apron, picked up prepared ingredients, and performed cooking stunts. Spicy fish, pork liver and Mapo tofu were all classic Sichuan cuisine. We stayed in the kitchen for half a step. I couldn't wait for the dishes in the pot to be put on the table immediately, and the boss's family gathered around them and marveled at the situation. We invited the owner and his family to enjoy the delicacy, sat around the wooden table in the courtyard and enjoyed the wine. The dinner was not only enjoyable, but also very emotional!
I returned to my room early, and after washing, I felt particularly relaxed. I leaned against the bedside, and unwittingly the breeze came out of the window, swam into the nose, into the brain, down the throat, into the lungs and heart, and then spread to all parts of the body. I feel that the whole body has been washed, and the dirt that has remained for decades has instantly dissipated and become pure, clear and transparent. In the dead of night, the crisp sound of frogs, insects and birds, the sound of the gurgling river, the rustling of the wind blowing leaves, intertwined into a graceful movement, with all this beauty, I slowly went to sleep!
The first encounter with the landscape of Guilin is wonderful. For example, when you meet a girl you love, you always have to leave a bond or two as an excuse to meet in the future. This time I did not see the impression of third Sister Liu, which may be the reason for me to meet Guilin landscape again in the future.
Author: Liu Wuming
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