I once read such a passage in a book – “To love to play is to love life, to be able to play is to be able to live”.
When I was young, I didn’t have a deep understanding of this passage. I just thought that life is very interesting. I didn’t expect this passage, which I liked very much at first, to take root in my heart unconsciously and build a My future dream is to make travel the main theme of my life when I grow up.
But as I grew up slowly, my dream was shattered by reality! In this society, everyone shoulders too many responsibilities, carries too many expectations, and experiences complicated and trivial things every day, so he completely loses himself in order to live, let alone dreams!
For this reason, I have struggled, been frustrated, and disappointed, but I have been working hard and persevering. All the experiences and contributions have enriched my life and honed my will. Too many things that cannot be explained in one word have been written into my life experience.
Later, when the spring was warm and the flowers bloomed, in the days after we worked hard together when we had nothing, those sufferings in the past became the stuff of chat after dinner, and we laughed it off. We often discuss and think about a topic together, that is “why people live and the meaning of people’s life”. When we really understand its meaning, we learn to let go and clarify our future life goals and life attitudes. That is to live the life you really want, and to appreciate the unique scenery that belongs to you on the road of life.
It’s spring again. When it was warm and cold, my heart became restless again, and the heart that yearned for wandering was already on the road. Follow your heart, pack your bags, arrange everything, and set off immediately! We started another walk-and-go trip. The 15-year trip to the southwest border made me fall in love with the beautiful place of Yunnan, so this time we decided to go to Yunnan again, slow down and swim slowly…
Overview of the itinerary:
From March 27, 2016 to May 2, a total of 36 days.
March 27: Qingdao – Jiaonan – Rizhao – Lianyungang – Guanyun – Xiangshui;
March 28: Guannan – Lianshui – Huai’an – Xuyi – Tianchang – Nanjing – Hefeng – Gaochun – Xuancheng;
March 29: Jing County – Shide – She County – Huizhou – Huangshan – Ninghua – Kaihua – Changshan;
March 30: Jiangcheng – Pucheng – Nanping – Shaxian – Sanming City – Anxi – Quanzhou – Xiamen;
March 31: Xiamen – Gulangyu;
April 1: Xiamen University;
April 2: Xiamen – Longyan – Gutian – Jinggangshan – Hengyang;
April 3: Shaoyang-Huaihua-Guanling;
April 4: Fuyuan – Qujing – Kunming – Dali;
April 5th – April 28th: Dali;
April 29: Dali – Kunming – Xiaohongmiao – Qujing – Fuyuan – Shengjingguan;
April 30-May 2: Kunming-Qingdao (full expressway)
let’s go! Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and look for our own paradise with a little impetuousness. Let the heart be at peace and live a light and happy life! We have been walking along the national road, provincial road and country road, admiring the passing mountains, rivers and rivers, as well as the endless scenery on the road.
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Passing through the Guanhe Bridge in Xiangshui County, Yancheng, Jiangsu.
There is also a bizarre legend about the Guanhe Bridge: It is said that a very strange thing happened during the construction of the bridge. At that time, no matter how much concrete was poured down, it would disappear without a trace. The bridge was built by a female engineer. She told the construction staff that she would go down and have a look. If she hadn’t come up after a long time, then leave her alone and continue pouring the concrete down. As a result, the female engineer went down and never came up again. After that, the concrete was poured again. just go down! This is a true story. Now there is still a stone statue of a female engineer on the Guanhe Bridge. The old man said that the female engineer is not an ordinary person! This incident was very sensational at the time.
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Chasing the setting sun in the west, as the twilight gradually descends, the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled everywhere on the edge of the sky, in the shadow of trees, and on the river, which is so beautiful that you cannot express it.
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We go all the way south! Spring has come quietly! In the north at the end of March, winter is over and spring is not yet here, and there are dead trees and leaves everywhere. At this time, the road to the south is already full of flowers. The flowers on the branches are rushing to bloom first, and the fields beside the road have also turned green.
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Passing through Huai’an again, I stopped for a rest and recorded the beautiful scenery on the street.
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The road is smooth, and it starts to be blocked after entering Nanjing! Blocking! Blocking!
This is the third time we have come to Nanjing. What impressed me most about Nanjing is the majestic Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge. Because when I was in elementary school, I learned about and remembered this bridge that has attracted worldwide attention and been recorded in history from books early on, and I just wanted to witness it with my own eyes one day. I remember the first time I went to Nanjing, when I drove by the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge, I stood on this bridge designed and built by the Chinese, looking at the surging Yangtze River water (the river is relatively turbid) to see its style, just for Cater to the good memories of the past.
We clearly didn’t know that non-local vehicles were not allowed to go through the first bridge. At that time, we were still parking in the middle of the bridge to watch the scenery. Later, we learned from the local people that non-local vehicles would be severely fined for crossing the first bridge, and they had to go tolls The second bridge and the third bridge; the second time we came to know the rules, set up navigation to guide the way, thought it would automatically recognize it, so we walked boldly and confidently, but we didn’t meet a car with a foreign license plate on the bridge. After a look, the navigation It also pointed out that we passed the first bridge; but this time, we carefully looked at the navigation (the navigation was just updated before leaving), lest we go wrong, and finally pointed us to the first bridge. No matter, we can only follow the weaving traffic and slowly enjoy the scenery on both sides…
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Continuing to the south, along the way, large tracts of rapeseed flowers are in full bloom, which are divided by fields like big cakes. I stared intently at the mountains covered in golden yellow, and tried hard to find the interesting scene written by Yang Wanli: “Children rush to chase yellow butterflies; fly into cauliflower and find nowhere to find”…
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Huizhou Cultural Park
Entering Anhui, the mist after the rain has not yet cleared, and I have already felt the taste of the misty Jiangnan. Huizhou is known as the “hometown of archways”. Ancient archways, ancient ancestral halls, and ancient dwellings are also known as the three wonders of ancient architecture in Huizhou. Strolling in the Huizhou Cultural Park, everything here concentrates on the essence of the 400-year history and culture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties represented by Huizhou culture. It is a tourist attraction that integrates folk customs, landscapes and historical sites. When we passed by, it happened that the opening ceremony of “Huizhou Memory” was being held at this time. Visitors are free to enter the park, and the ticket for the cultural park is usually 40 yuan.
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Peanuts sold on the roadside are dyed colorful.
I parked on the side of the road to play, and accidentally dropped the earring into the bottom of the water. Fat H went barefoot and fished it up for me. I would like to give him a big praise for his spirit of seizing every opportunity to show it!
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Driving along National Highway 205, we arrived at Erbadu, which is located on the border of Zhejiang, Fujian, and Jiangxi provinces. It was raining heavily at the time. We only walked around the landmarks on the roadside, and did not enter the ancient town of Erbadu. It is said that there It is composed of retired soldiers from the ancient north and businessmen from all over the world.
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Driving along National Highway 205, we arrived at Erbadu, which is located on the border of Zhejiang, Fujian, and Jiangxi provinces. It was raining heavily at the time. We only walked around the landmarks on the roadside, and did not enter the ancient town of Erbadu. It is said that there It is a small immigrant world composed of retired soldiers from the ancient north and businessmen from all over the world. The town has nurtured residents with 142 surnames and exchanged 13 dialects. It has a history of thousands of years. The small world of immigrants has lived in the town for generations and has nurtured residents with 142 surnames and exchanged 13 dialects. It has a history of thousands of years.
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Fugai Mountain, which straddles Fujian and Zhejiang provinces, is next to the Twenty-Eight Capitals. It was also because of the rain that we did not climb the mountain. It is a pity!
It is said that there are many strange boulders on the mountain, which is very suitable for mountain climbing and viewing. The car can drive all the way to the middle of the mountain.
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(to be continued)
