On the Road Traveling to Yangshuo Prose

Walking is not just a kind of practice. It is not just a visual feast, not just a joy in mood, it should be a seed sown in the heart.

I remember that on the first day we set off from Guilin to Yangshuo, the weather was not good and it rained heavily. That morning was panicky and busy. The three-year-old and four-month-old daughter kept quarreling, and the mother rarely traveled far. She really felt that her head and six arms were not enough. In order to catch the 7:45 tour bus to the pier, I got up before six o'clock. The mother had a bad stomach and had to drink hot water, boil the water, wash up, wake up her daughter, and pack her luggage. It was almost seven o'clock. Breakfast was a buffet, and the buffet was even busier. My daughter shouted: "Mom, I want to eat that, eat this..." I felt that my thinking and movements were not coordinated, and I had the illusion of using my hands and feet at the same time.

In the past four months after my daughter turned three, I went on two trips. Two months ago I went to Cairns and Port Douglas, Australia. Traveling with my dad was relaxing and comfortable. If you arrange it properly, you don’t have to worry about anything. But this time is completely different. I need to take care of both the old and the young by myself. The scene of the bus arriving at the pier that morning was still clearly visible. I looked at the long distance ahead to the pier. The rain was falling like beans from the sky. I then looked at the mother and daughter beside me, as well as the suitcases and large bags. Backpacks and handbags, walking to the pier with an umbrella like this will get wet, and I have to follow the big queue to get the redeemed cruise tickets. I remember that we were the last ones to get off the bus, but my mother could not move fast while holding her daughter in her arms. I looked back at them and at the same time at the group of us on the same bus. The moment I looked back, I suddenly felt The mother is getting old. She carefully looks at the road under her feet. The arms holding her daughter tightly are no longer so strong. The 28-pound daughter is dangling on her body and feels like she is about to fall at any time. The mother often The ground needs to adjust his arms again to hold himself more firmly. My mother is now sixty years old. This is the first time in my life that I have taken her on a trip. An unprecedented smile blooms on her face, and the unprecedented freshness makes her look more like a child.

I saw a dark crowd squeezing past, and an old woman at the security checkpoint was arguing with the security staff over a knife that was about as long as a finger. Someone next to me said, please stop crowding, okay? Stop crowding! I walked through the crowd, always looking for the mother and daughter behind me. This period was the longest and most anxious, and finally I found my hanging heart that finally fell to the ground. We boarded the ship at about 10 o'clock. We had to go through a very steep stone staircase of about two steps to reach our cabin. There were six white yachts parked side by side on the riverside, and there were wooden fences between the ships. There was a board connecting the two, and the stone steps were very slippery in the rain. If someone accidentally fell down, the consequences would be disastrous. I looked at the figure of the mother holding her daughter and sweated. Travel is an experience, but if the price is too high, will you never travel again in your life? I thought so pessimistically.

My daughter was squatting on one side under the cabin sofa, gasping for air and then bursting into laughter. She saw me taking pictures of her and deliberately pouted her little mouth. Even though my clothes were soaked, and there was a chill on my skin especially around my shoulders and under the hem of my skirt, the air-conditioning in the cabin made me want to hug my arms for warmth. However, the smile on her face when she looked at her daughter was heart-warming.

My mother and I both comforted each other and complained about the weather. After such a difficult journey, we could not go to the deck to see such beautiful scenery. Especially the tour guide in the cabin was talking about the beautiful scenery that was about to disappear one by one. Looking at the deck, it was already full of people. Everyone was holding an umbrella, and the rainwater on the edge of the umbrella was flowing down like a broken thread. Some took photos, some posed, and some even threw their umbrellas aside to take pictures in the rain just to get a beautiful view. When the tour guide said that the boat was about to enter Jiumahua Mountain, I got on the deck by some strange coincidence. The sky miraculously stopped the rain at that moment. The wind was strong and the waves in the river were also strong. I had an illusion that the boat It's like driving on the sea.

The Nine Horse Painting Mountain in front is shrouded in smoke, like a fairyland. It is said that there is a folk song: "Look at the horseman, look at the horseman, how many pairs of horses do you have? I can see seven horses in the second place, and nine horses that look like distant horses." Looking at the mountains in the distance, I can't help but sigh at the beauty of nature. Magical, the artistic colors nurtured by these natural landscapes add to people's rich imagination.

Along the way, my daughter compared many mountains to many animals, "Look, mom, tigers, camels, elephants..." Sometimes she thought deeply. This may be the most meaningful place for children to travel, and she never tires of it.

The yacht traveled for more than three hours. Due to the heavy rain, the water level rose, so the yacht traveled faster than usual. I booked a hotel in Yangshuo two days in advance. The hotel is not big and feels more like a big family. It has 1 to 5 floors. There are not many rooms and the layout is very warm. In particular, the lobby on the first floor has a guest and Kung Fu Tea, you can drink the brewed Osmanthus Luo Han Guo tea anytime you go out or come in every day.

A city represents a memory. That night we strolled along West Street, and the neon lights were so colorful and dazzling. At the corner bar, a stone bridge crosses West Street, with gurgling water under the bridge and several white lotus flowers placed in the middle of the water. When the man holding the guitar at the door of the corner bar sings, that special smell penetrates the heart like a stream of water under his feet. It is inevitable that such a delicious place will not attract more tourists. If you look sideways on the street, you can see a lot of foreigners. There are also many bars, shops, and restaurants owned by foreigners.

Yangshuo is not big, but it is like a cornucopia with fascinating places everywhere. We went to Yinziyan, Shili Gallery, Moon Mountain, Xanadu, and also saw the 1,400-year-old banyan tree. On the way to each scenic spot, you will meet some people and continue some stories. We don’t know each other’s names, nor do we know what each other has experienced. We are just passers-by at this moment, but I feel the pleasure of speaking freely and a sense of exploring mysterious things.

I remember that we set off for Yinziyan at nine o'clock that morning. While waiting for the bus to drive, we met an old man, two young children and a middle-aged woman in the same car. The middle-aged woman is the mother of two children, and the old man is the grandmother of two children. Grandma kept teasing my daughters and chatted with them unconsciously. They came from Tianjin. Judging from their clothes and temperament, they were not ordinary. One of them was over five years old and the other was just three years old. The two little boys who are two years old can see the upbringing. This is the kind of education I have seen from such a young child in my life. It is not a child who can be educated by pampering and poverty. They are very disciplined and steady. I don’t know why the word “steady” can be used on such young children. They did not chase or fight, nor clamored to ask their mother for anything. The older brother leaned next to her mother, and the younger brother held grandma's hand.

The bus to Yinziyan drove for nearly 40 minutes. I still didn’t hear any noise from my brother and sister on the bus. Instead, my daughter was yelling for something to eat. After getting out of the car, I looked at them behind me from a short distance away. I always felt that they were walking very slowly, and I was worried that they would fall behind. However, I accidentally discovered that they were in front of us, and then we chased them slowly. We will find that they are ahead of us again. They always seem to have a leisurely pace, without being rushed or rushed. That kind of calmness and calmness cannot be developed overnight.

We met again in the cave and chatted while walking. Grandma said that she traveled to five or six places a year on average and spent most of her time on the road. She admired her courage and perseverance. Yinziyan is a storey-style banyan cave. There are stalactites inside, which are crystal clear and sparkling. There are all kinds of strange stones, some are like single pillars holding up the sky, some are like ice cream, and some are pouring down like waterfalls. This section of the road takes about an hour to walk up the stairs. From the beginning to the end, my grandma never hugged her grandson, which made me stand in awe of this old man!

When I think of my being in a hurry and being anxious, there is a huge difference between her being calm, calm and unhurried. Her actions made me suddenly understand that walking is not a kind of practice. Practice on the road, sharpen your will on the road, be calm in your heart, and be calm in your actions. As long as you cultivate a calm and calm heart, you can keep moving forward with solid steps. , you will definitely reach the holy land of your dreams!