Just after the warm and cold weather, flowers are flying everywhere in Spring City.
Leaving the city from the north exit, we drove quickly on the Chongqing-Kunming Expressway amid the scorching sun and heat wave. On the left side, the green piles swayed rapidly, and on the right side, there was a black curtain covering the eyes and the provocative spring breeze, causing me to fall asleep for a while.
When I woke up, I arrived in Huize, where there is the Shili Maojia Reservoir. After a while, the vegetation is sparse and low. The exposed soil is gray and white, telling the story of the years and wind and rain. After the largest earth dam in Asia, there are rows of flat buildings under the road.
In Huize, you can't advance even if you pass by, just like the love, you can't hold it tightly, the relationship is not enough, you are just a passerby.
Listening to the song you like, but in a different city.
The only constant in the world is the wind, the earth is getting redder, and a high bridge is independent. Accompanying it is the cloudless sky.
Entering Zhaotong, the wind is cool and cool, and you can take a stroll after a full meal. Find the small meat skewers shop in Zhaotong and enjoy singing. The coolness of two o'clock in the morning has cooled down the hustle and bustle of the city, and the world has become quiet. Good night.
There is rain outside the window, and some people don’t want to get up. It’s always hard to sleep well in a strange place, so I had an early meal and set off. The three friends joked about all kinds of nonsense, and they were extremely happy and sad. Kick the accelerator and gain more than 100 kilometers. After finally getting off the expressway, we stopped by Taiping Town. In the narrow space between the mountains, there is nothing left except a river and a road. The houses here are thin and tall, and green bamboos are arranged in clusters. I was just passing by and had a quick lunch. It makes a leisurely circle around Guanhe River and turns into Suijiang River.
Suijiang, I walked into a strange city. The surrounding mountains form a circle, with a pond of water in the middle, and the long and narrow mountainside surrounded by white buildings like a belt.
We walked around the county town along the main road of Longxing and found a room for ourselves, facing the river, which was comfortable and fresh. Eating a small hot pot leisurely, the drizzle happened to be clear and light, and the mist, rain and mist filled the air. After two ounces of wine, we were filled with lovesickness and met each other in a dream.
The confused whistle is the farewell bell. What I regret is that I didn’t go to the small island in the middle of the river. We crossed the high bridge, but the muddy road we left forced us to head back. There is a narrow road that goes straight up the mountain and ends in Yibin, Sichuan.
Follow the Jinsha River, pass through the tunnel, and pass through Pingshan and Leibo counties for 80 yards.
Yongshan arrived. This is a very ordinary city. This is the only feeling I have, no beautiful scenery, no special encounters, just departure after arrival. If I haven’t arrived yet, I will come eventually.
The car on the return journey went around and around until it reached the vicinity of Daguan. I heard a rumbling sound, and when I took a closer look, I was pleasantly surprised and stopped to take pictures. It really feels like the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and a white gauze falls down to the earth. I really want to climb up and see what kind of scenery there is from an angle that is not just for ordinary people. With how many degrees of wind blowing, from below, I can really look down on the world. However, I have my own world and I have to go where I want to go. My size determines the height I can reach. I froze for a moment and did some ideological work for myself. There were still people waiting for me at home. It is the warmth of home that suppresses the ripples in my heart. After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery outside is, it is not my roots.
The car drove for a long time, and I saw the magical combination of human power and nature. I gave this unknown little pavilion the name Daguanting, which is very rustic.
I have always longed for the scenery outside, and will use my life and footsteps to measure time and journey. The beautiful scenery is hidden deep in the mountains, but what is missing is the steps to discover the beauty.
When we passed through the small town of Houhai on our way back, it happened to be the Pear Blossom Festival. I saw a group of women who competed with the flowers in bloom. They were elves walking through the pear garden, making the world in my eyes more special and even the wind was drunk.
In the city of pear blossoms, I wish you pear blossoms with spring every year.
2017.3.20-26. My weekly diary essay. I hope my pen can share the world in my eyes with everyone