Some people say,Gulangyu isletIs a suitable place for the six chapters of a floating life.
Some people say, Gulangyu Islet is his refuge, he is the soul of the dream.
Who said, "those who look with and abruptTravelingIn fact, in the very early days may have been set in their life. So, every trip, where they should be completely strange, always gives me peace of mind seems to have been familiar with for a long time."
I think, this island, to me, is so. It was a lost but not lost calmly, it is a hope that friends of the well, that is a walking is not enough, goods are goods tireless reluctantly, that is a containing body position, mind wandering trust. I think, this is a kind of feelings, just a little, gently, light, but long aftertaste.
The spring wind is like water: the Gulangyu Islet of photography����Many of the remaining lost footprints, will eventually become your most deep attachment
Lost in the Gulangyu Islet -- nothing to describe. A hand-drawn map, we are on the island of Gulangyu Islet all understand, but who had to this island was not able to map border. Ignorance, out of the hotel door, also heard as the directions of "I walk for twenty minutes, I'm afraid you take an hour to" draws a contemptuous disregard, just out of the corner of the street, we are unaware of the further direction.
Two people can't distinguish between East and West, who can't read the map perplexing line. This small island in a totally unfamiliar, only can do is, go, go, go. Going around in circles, from the road leading to theFujianFrom the road, Fuxing Road to road, from a lively city to a quiet street, noise, fewer and fewer people, more and more lush shade, gradually slow down the pace, don't care where to go. The revival of the road full of beautiful old villa, the Gallery Inn yard covered with thick oil painting, banyan tree branches down to the ground, walls and meticulous lines seemed to speak. Took out the camera, neither fast nor slow shoot some scenery, or just use eye will this situation income heart. He is thirsty, buy a cup of fresh on the roadside of star fruit juice, hungry to eat a few original alley succulent fish balls, gradually slow down the pace, don't care where to go.
Three two hours, inadvertently, searching, he travels to Gulangyu Islet most of the road. This on the island, the bustling border, the border of lively, quiet side, hidden land, peaceful boundary, simple boundary, we always meet, lost in curiosity, and full of joy. After that, the hand-drawn map is completely received a bag bottom, just let the feeling, just follow the steps. One day, two days, three days, day, night, always will be lost, however around could find a familiar landmark, so practice a indifferent calm. Gulangyu Islet Road, twists and turns, diversion interleaving. Leading the way is a circle, Fujian road andFuzhouThe road is actually two different streets and alleys, to the adjacent within Australia peripheral wear long cave much closer, it is after we suddenly realized the "so that is what it is.", the inertia and illusion with the most time on the island we, those who leave lost footprints, but eventually became the most of us deep attachment to here.
����Circular trajectory, the starting point is the end
Many people say that Gulangyu Islet is a small island, but it is small, if not their feet to measure how will know. Around the island on foot, speaking only with an idea and. The ferry terminal of the signpost, I casually mentioning, he threw a, make us a wonderful search. Along the path, we walk slowly, from time to time, battery car loaded with tourists from our side overshot. How long should around the island, just ten minutes, or three two hours, or tent on the shore through day and night. I think, for this problem, everyone's answer would be different. However, if only in a hurry, and how to savor this island exquisite contour.
Just walk on the edge, to truly feel that this is an island. The sea away from us so close, be close by., at your fingertips. The ship boat tiny spots scattered in the misty, the other side of theXiamenThe island is like another world; alone hanging rod shore, some people happy together on the beach. Day with light rain, suddenly suddenly stop, sometimes playing the umbrella, sometimes simply let the rain on his body, let oneself and the wet air com.
Because walking on the edge, so we do not lose our direction, Yanping Road, road signs and road, dovetail, do not see the three disconformity-angular wharf, the U. S. Institute predecessor of signposts, it is not. From a piece of quiet and silent, to laughter, Aberdeen after the small beach, drink a coconut, rest feet. The hole, the short cross, we find the hole trip accident found. Chuang Shu garden gate packed with streams of people busily coming and going of tourists, all of a sudden, we returned to the side of the island was. Along the Zhangzhou Road, a road, turn a corner, ferry appeared in our field of vision. Hui Hui said, "as long as the road to the left, will return to the origin". I think, such a circular trajectory, means, the starting point is the end.
����The right thing you can do in Gulangyu Islet, is doing nothing
Some people say, you can do the right thing in Gulangyu Islet, that is, doing nothing. Do nothing, perhaps is a kind of wisdom, is also the courage.
A have nothing to do in the morning. Rain is still. Facing the bar's old seat in the yard, two people sit side by side open. A book, a Ipad, a Iphone, empty empty endless idle, flower also don't spend time. Alone, consumption, who does not speak, their respective experience was in blank. A blank, the feeling can become more sensitive, I can touch the light to feel the rain fall, I can feel the moisture in the air into every pore, I could feel the bird crow in a panic, I can feel the opposite the kindergarten children laughter of joy. A set of Kung Fu tea, still Lapsang souchong, procedure and the attitude of total not less. Careful washing, slowly leaching, fifteen seconds, to filter out some impurities, the clear pure white tea in china. Has always been fond of black tea mellow and sweet, near the throat behind the taste, not like drifting, always bring people really are. A pot of tea, bubble three times, from warm to cold, not overdo sth.. Many Baptist tasteless, like life.
After a night of have nothing to do. Rain is still. Facing the bar's old seat in the yard, two people sit side by side, who also don't talk, a little chilly. Two cups of wine, a bowl of noodles, warm stomach, warm heart. Hui Hui will sit night boat to leave, I left the island, a person. Suddenly feel, this just the past few days, through time, flash across the screen, hear, traversed the road, was turned into a thought, floated into the deep of my heart. I thought, this is a kind of feelings. (text author: gold)
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