Prose on Visiting Terraces in Dayao Village

Night tour of West Street, unfinished,/kloc-Early in the morning of 0/9, we took a bus from Yangshuo and visited Longji terraced fields in Dayaoshan village. Dayao Shanzhai is more than 0/00 kilometers away from Yangshuo/KLOC. At first, the road was flat and wide, but it became narrower and steeper. Driving on such a serpentine mountain road, I dare not slack off. Because the mountain road is a cliff on one side and an abyss on the other, we should slow down and drive carefully. My daughter also sang Han Hong's Heaven, and the car was driving on the rugged and winding mountain road, which really had that kind of artistic conception and feeling.

All the way to the top, worried and scared, finally arrived. Look at the time. Wow, it took more than five hours. When I arrived at Zhaimen, I was a little disappointed. I feel nothing special, and there are not many tourists. But some foreign tourists, who are tall and strong, have hooked noses, blond hair and blue eyes, and their skin is white and smooth, are particularly eye-catching; There are also some Korean tourists from plastic surgery in the world whose real names are unknown. They are so beautiful that people can't help but stop and peek for fear that they will be considered impolite. My daughter greeted them in blunt Korean, and Korean friends waved and responded enthusiastically to us: Peace Hasai. Because I couldn't wait to see the terraced fields and didn't stay much, I waved goodbye to my Korean friends: peace and happiness.

We went straight to the cable car. It is difficult to go up the mountain and easy to go down, so we chose to watch the whole journey by cable car. The first time I took the cable car, I was both excited and scared. With the help of the staff, I boarded the cable car quickly and safely. In order to let tourists enjoy the scenery, the cable car slowly moves forward and sits on the cable car to enjoy the scenery. When you look around, you can only see the misty mountains, with overlapping peaks and obstacles. Although it is late autumn, bamboo is still dripping, trees are lush and lush; Overlooking the terraced fields, it looks like a beautiful golden garden. Golden rice is all over the ridge of Shan Ye. It looks like a thick layer of gold on the terraced fields built on the mountain. The breeze blows gently, and the rice dances lightly with the wind. It is like a golden sea wave, overlapping and surging, like a beautiful animated picture, and like a vast and spectacular golden autumn scroll. Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can't help but marvel, and suddenly there is an inexplicable agitation in my heart. Think about how much wisdom and hard work the Yao people who have lived here for generations have accumulated before they can recapture this peerless ladder, while my daughter has been exclaiming and filming.

Unconsciously, we got off the cable car and went straight to the observation deck. Wow, watching the scenery from the observation deck is another scene. Although it is nearly noon, the mountains are still shrouded in clouds, and the whole top of the mountain is covered with a mysterious veil. Sunlight penetrates the clouds and feels like a dream. Looking at the opposite hillside in the distance, scattered and irregularly located villages are built on their own good sites, whether tall or short, or three or five people, or solitary villas, all of which are the characteristics of wooden structures; Near our vision, there are small bridges and flowing water, as well as villages with forests and bamboos. The air is filled with the smell of soil and rice. Occasionally, cattle and sheep can be seen drinking low in the stream, and dogs and chickens in the village can be smelled. Golden rice is scattered all over the terraced fields, climbing up from the foot of the mountain, like a dragon inlaid with gold scales and shining with golden light, shuttling between clouds; Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds and overlooking the golden Eden, it is difficult to feel this amazing spectacle without being there.

Although delicious, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and our stomachs began to growl and urge. We had to walk down the mountain for two hours, so we had to take back our greedy eyes and reluctantly left the observation deck. Suddenly, I found a Yao woman who was wearing a Yao costume and was about my age. She only saw her long hair coiled, her embroidered headscarf coiled into a hat, and her clothes were hand-embroidered patterns. Two heavy earrings pulled her ears big and long, and the earrings had been pulled out of two scary holes because of the long-term pendant. I can't help but say hello to her and want to touch her ear. I didn't expect the Yao girls to let me touch them generously. I think her ears are soft. I asked her if it hurt. She said she wasn't used to it at first, but she got better after wearing it for a long time. The women here wear earrings since childhood, and their weight keeps increasing with their age until they are two or three times heavier, and they are all made of their own silver dollars.

This Yao woman warmly invited us to her house for dinner, cooked bamboo rice for us to eat, and had a free tour guide, so why not ask others for directions? We followed the Yao women down the mountain along the stone steps paved with bluestone slabs. It is said that climbing the mountain is difficult, but it is easy. I don't think it is easy at all. Steep and rugged stone steps are harder to walk than going up the mountain. I took a walk, rested for a while, and finally arrived at her house. Her husband cooked delicious bamboo rice for us, as well as homemade Chinese cabbage, fried shredded bamboo shoots with bacon, and bacon was also kept and slaughtered at home, which was delicious and fragrant. After dinner, we bid farewell to the simple and hospitable Yao couple and continued on our way.

I was hungry and thirsty just now, because the road was not easy to walk, and I didn't dare to see the scenery on the roadside. Only then did I find clear streams criss-crossing, and ancient Chinese fir and bamboo were all over the stream, hiding their shadows. Birds sing, streams sing, insects sing; Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the golden terraces is like being in front of the pyramids in Egypt, so magnificent, being in this natural landscape is like entering a world of paradise.

Because it's getting late, the mountain road is difficult to drive, and it will take several hours to return to Yangshuo, so I dare not miss the beautiful scenery in the mountain and speed up the pace of going down the mountain. At eight o'clock in the evening, we went back to the hotel, freshened up and had dinner. We were so tired that we fell asleep.