On in the town in Sichuan : paradise on the Silk Road

I think that there is rain in the early autumn morning, I look back at that moment, you take the name of a small umbrella into my field of vision.

years ago, in my desire to fly away in the most intolerable day, I like a stray Juanniao, mistakenly strayed into play, habitat in the twilight hours in the yard of the mountain town.

little town, in addition to the old houses were surrounded by the clear river, lined with tall buildings and provocative rare people.

if distant hills are hidden mess, a Dai green mountain breeze across the face from time to time. Bridges, water, people, look just like a Tao described the" paradise." Occasional few times to break the quiet bark, which adds a fresh counter to the atmosphere, this unexpected from the scene, like a curse attached, tethered my heart disorder and fidget because of unruly creatures.

I will be settled in a small river their native home.

host said: one night for 10 dollars, if not to eat, you eat with them, just give some money on it.

first arrive, within the heart can not help but burst Disquietude, if that really makes me pause down, counter to the meal the owner handed me a cup of tea .

tea is its own production , the brewing water is taken from the front of the river.

I do not know the factors that tea polyphenols, or have a ride with the owner of the chat without a ride, in short, at that moment, my whole body and mind at once much easier down.

Photo source: Tuscany Sina blog