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The water recreation center on Warm Island combines the essence of modern water recreation. There are parachutes, seaplanes, thrilling surf boats, motorboats, airships, rubber boats, leisure bicycles, Forrest Gump boats, couples boats and so on. In the air, you can dive and fish underwater. The warm island wooden house is built around the island and faces the sea. The exterior is decorated with logs, and the interior is decorated according to three-star standards. There are also recreational activities such as bowling and sauna beauty center. There are four folk song and dance performances every day, and there will be a warm night tour in summer night.

Fly with the wind and ride a car.

The idea of cycling around Qiandao Lake started two years ago. I told my friends loudly, but for various reasons, it failed. At the beginning of this year, I finally found an organization online-a group of riders headed by Comrade Hao Hao. On the eve of May Day, at my instigation, several fellow travelers also decided to take a ride to Qiandao Lake. They are: Hao Hao, at a loss, Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou.

The idea of traveling around the lake has been in my mind for two years. Before it was put into practice, this behavior was just an ordinary riding exercise in my imagination, just like I used to ride home for three hours. Now I'm back around the lake, and I've slept like crazy for 13 hours. Sitting in front of the computer and thinking about these three and a half days of riding is like dreaming. Super cool, super HIGH, super beautiful and of course super tired.

1 and may 1 at 6: 30 in the morning, we set out at the gate of Lianhua supermarket and met Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou waiting at Bailong Bridge. Their sheep came to see our 008, and once rode a road bike around Hainan Island. After seeing the bus I took on Grant Women's Road, I said word for word: It is impossible not to be embarrassed. My heart tightened at once. Actually, I don't know if I can go around the lake. I took some clothes and a bottle of water and set off with Hao Hao.

When riding to Baisha Bridge in Wucheng New District, a black bird roared from the upper reaches of Wujiang River. I smiled and said that all the birds had come to see us off, but I was worried that this was an ominous sign. Sure enough, just after riding on National Highway 330, my tire was punctured by a piece of iron. I was so annoyed at that time that I couldn't think of it. NND tires are thinner than my face, which really gives me no face. Fortunately, there happens to be a garage on the side of the road that can repair cars. Half an hour later, I caught up with the team waiting for me at Lanxi Hengshan Bridge.

Later, on Zhuge's way to Shou Chang, Haohao's GRANT740 with an average speed of more than 30 actually had a flat tire (sorry, Comrade Haohao, I actually blurted out the word "good" at that time, which shows that this person's mind is RMB% #-* ...). It is impossible to find a garage in the middle of nowhere, so Haohao rode the 680 with the old square head and dragged it with the other hand.

At the train crossing near Daciyan, Ma Zhu and I sat on the side of the road waiting for Hao Hao behind us. At this moment, a cool motorcycle rode in front of us, riding a cool handsome guy. When he saw us staring at him, he turned around and rode to us to ask each other. It turns out that he is not only a member of the swimming enthusiasts club, but also the moderator of the column "I love my car", and he feels very cordial. I write this unimportant clip here, mainly because this brother's wife is so cool that I forgot to take a picture of him, leaving me forgetting that he flew to a cool movie.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, we finally arrived at Jiande Xin 'anjiang. At this time, Haohao's watch showed that we had ridden 75.5KM, and we were just about to start after dinner, but it began to rain. We waited by the side of the road for dozens of minutes. Seeing that the rain didn't stop, we set off in raincoats. When I rode to the bank of Xin 'anjiang, the rain stopped. Then I saw a faint mist floating over the whole Xin 'anjiang River, which was more beautiful than the Yaochi in the sky in The Journey to the West. I quickly got off to take pictures. I just pressed the shutter twice and took off the camera when I saw a fog moving down in front of me, and I couldn't see the house on the other side in a hurry. This spectacular gesture made me scream with excitement. Hao Hao said that this is because the water released by Xin 'anjiang Hydropower Station is the water at the bottom of Qiandao Lake, and the water temperature is very low, so fog is formed.

At 4pm 10, we arrived at Zhu Mao Garden. It is said that the road conditions there are very poor. It was here that I saw Qiandao Lake. God, how can this be a lake? This is obviously a sea. The moment we met, the lake almost shocked me. Passing through the narrow mouth of the bay, there is an extremely vast lake in front and a dark blue island in the middle. It looks so quiet around Liao Island. In fact, the so-called poor road in Maozhuyuan is nothing at all, only a few hundred meters, compared with the Panshan Highway, which is tens of kilometers on the Zheng-Yu line the next day. After riding this section, it is a tall, cool and beautiful white line.

The white line is an asphalt road with excellent pavement and little traffic. Riding on it, the sky is sometimes rainy, sometimes gloomy and sometimes sunny. The air is very humid. There is a mountain on the left and a lake on the right of the road. There are orange trees in the open space next to them, and all the oncoming flowers are fresh oranges. There are five of us, Hao Hao and blankly, and they are all far ahead at a speed of about 30 yards per hour. Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou rode very slowly and lagged far behind, while I was caught in the middle at a speed of more than 20 yards per hour. At the same time, I stop to take pictures from time to time. When I see a cow grazing on the roadside, I will greet them with Zhao-style "Hi, Mm-hmm" excitedly. I think I'm going crazy with excitement Those downhill slopes are even worse. I screamed and flew all the way down. Yes, not riding, flying, flying. I put my hand in the air. I am a happy and free bird. I try to fly straight ahead like a real bird, with my left eye looking at the mountain on the left and my right eye looking at the lake on the right, and my ears are full of whistling wind; I turned my head and let the wind pour into my front ear and bounce back from my eardrum. Then I heard beautiful birds singing in my back ear and the waves of the lake beating on the coast.

At this moment, I am sitting in a room far away from the white line, recalling the wind, oranges and flowers, birds and waves. I found that they have been deeply secreted into my skin, penetrated into my bone marrow and will reverberate in my body for a lifetime. Yes, all my life, all my life.

2. On the first day, due to shelter from rain and other reasons, the original plan to arrive in Anyang on the same day can only be changed to Li Shang. When I arrived in Lishang, it was already 7 pm 15, and it was already dark. However, Li Shang is the seat of Liyang township government, and there are no hotels and guest houses. It is clearly marked as a town on the map. It was dark and hungry, and we were a little anxious. Haohao asked some people chatting on the roadside in Li Shang, and said there was a hotel at Liyang Pier below.

After many twists and turns, we finally found Liyang Wharf and stayed in a small hotel with six yuan per bed. When we lay down, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The next day, after breakfast, I left Liyang at 6: 45 and rode towards Anyang. Now we have been riding on the Chunyang Line, which, like the small white line, is also an excellent asphalt road. The difference is that there are a little more vehicles than the white line in front, and there are tall poplars on both sides of the road. Along the way, we saw the most independent villa with food, shelter and transportation, as well as a wood factory full of pieces of wood.

At nine o'clock, we arrived in Anyang. Starting from Anyang, we can't see the lake on the Chunyang line, but the mountain is not far from us, and there are many villages on the roadside. On the walls of those houses, most of them are family planning slogans during the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s and 1970s and the early 1980s, which will soon fade into the walls in the storm of time. Occasionally I see one or two brand-new slogans, and the word "people-oriented" has begun to appear. Oh, it's just a slogan, but we can see that our country is making small steps forward. One of them feels very interesting, and the excerpt is as follows: The road is to the sky, please go right. This bowl extends along the Chunyang line in the mountain village. I meet some old people and children from time to time (the village here is the same as other places, only the old people and children are left). One of them is an old man. Her shoulders are parallel to her head. She is walking slowly on the road with a stick in one hand and a big hat in the other. Her ears seem very sensitive. When a car came, she stopped and turned around with difficulty. I deliberately made a loud noise, approached her from behind, got off the bus, and finally saw her turned face. What an old face this is. I asked her where she was going. I didn't catch what she said vaguely (I'm not sure if she understood me), but I felt that she was saying-go to the front, yes, where can such an old man go? Only the front.

Mulberry and corn are the most common on the roadside of Chunyang Line, and occasionally one or two wheat fields are caught in the middle. Mulberry trees are covered with mulberry trees, but they are still blue and red. If it is a few days later, it will be purple. I couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls.

12: 40, we arrived at Hengyan. At that time, Hao Hao's stopwatch had shown 200.06 kilometers, and we were sitting in a roadside restaurant, waiting for Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou in the back. Ma Zhu is an old donkey who is nearly fifty years old, but he seems to be only thirty-seven or eight years old at most. There are few routes around Zhejiang province that she has never been to. Lao Fangtou didn't buy a bike until April 30th, and he didn't join our newcomers until May 1 Sunday. This should be her first trip. As early as Anyang, Ma Zhu said that her knees were failing, and she could still ride to the horizontal side, which shows how strong the old woman's will is. After dinner, she and Lao Fangtou said that they would go directly to Pailing Town by boat, that is, Qiandao Lake Town. See us then.

That is, from the lateral edge, we turned from Chunyang Line to Zhengjiu Line, and the road surface began to deteriorate. Riding 22 kilometers to Zheng-Jiu Line, Zheng-Jiu Line has completely turned into a tractor-ploughed road, and the road surface is covered with gravel of different sizes. I'm a little dumbfounded. How can my road tires, which are only two thin fingers thick, stand the bumps along the way? But I still have to bite the bullet and go on the road, and my ass is finally starting to hurt (alas, Haohao's battle-hardened ass hurt on the first day, so I am still relatively strong). What is even more frightening is the dozens of kilometers behind the winding mountain tractor-ploughing road, where the mountain road bends into a ridge like 18 bends (a short section of which we climbed with our bicycles on our backs). This paragraph is the most amazing, as if we all rode it, and Hao Hao and I pushed it. Physical strength began to run out, and the road was so bad that it was impossible to ride. In order to avoid biting his dog on Chunyang Line, Haohao accidentally fell down and broke the governor of his bicycle, so he couldn't hang the lowest gear and had to push it. There is an old gazebo on the ridge, which seems to be falling down. Hehe, I want to carve a few words on the pavilion, which reads "Female Snitch Passing by". It's a pity that the knife I put in my pocket before I left seems to be missing. That's a real pity.

On the way to Dashi Fengshuling Town, there is a big and long uphill. My legs were shaking when I pushed the cart. I saw two teenagers walking in front of me. I asked them if there was a downhill road ahead. One of them blurted out a wise saying very succinctly-there is a downhill. Similarly, when a mountain road bends into an eighteen-bend mountain ridge, it is also a downhill slope that bends into an eighteen-bend mountain road. If the road surface is good, how high it would be downhill, but this is the worst part of the mountain road on Zhengge Line. Hao Hao and vacant have rushed down on mountain bikes, so I have to catch up quickly. I grabbed the brakes with both hands, and my whole body was flapping hard in the car, and my feet were pedaling hard. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally gritted my teeth and rode to Zitong Town, my hometown today. Hao Hao and vacant have been waiting under an old camphor tree at the bridge head of Zitong Town. Now that I think about it, thank god my car didn't break down on that broken road.

3. At 7 o'clock in the morning on the third day, the three of us set off from Zitong, went to this Qiandao Lake town to meet Ma Zhu and Laofangtou, and went to Song Cun by bus. Zheng-Jiu Line became Ganwei Line, and we began to see this lake again on Gan Wei Line. There are many boats on these lakes, just like the boats wandering into the room in Korean movies. There are houses built on the ship, some of which are painted in bright colors. Seen from a distance, they are very beautiful. There are cages in front of the boat, and Haohao said that they are fish farmers.

10: 30, and finally rode to the pier on the edge of Qiandao Lake Town. The Qiandao Lake Bridge has not been built yet, so we have to take a ferry. There is a long line of cars waiting to transfer on the dock. There are colored balls and speedboats on the lake in front of the dock.

Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou have been waiting for us in the lakeside park. We had lunch in a restaurant near the vegetable market, and then went to the lake to rest for a few hours.

At two o'clock, the five of us set foot on bicycles again and went to Xin 'anjiang, the starting point and last stop around the lake. Provincial Highway 06 connects Qiandao Lake and Xin 'anjiang. Although the road surface is good, there are a lot of traffic, many of which are under construction, and the road is extremely dusty. On this road, my wrist, shoulder and knee began to have severe pain. Every time I step on a foot, the tendon on the left side of my left knee will hurt severely. But I know I can't stop. Once I stop, I really can't ride anymore. I said to myself, I must ride to Xin 'anjiang and finish this last journey, so that I can take a train or a car with one tire in my left hand and one tire in my right hand (the car is quick-release) and return home triumphantly like an ox.

At about 5: 30, when I got off at Xin 'anjiang, my foot was limping. When I turned to Haohao, who was waiting in front, he clapped his hands at me to celebrate the success around the lake. Ten minutes later, Ma Zhu and Lao Fangtou at the back also arrived.

At that time, I really wanted to stop a car and go back to Jinhua immediately, go back to my bed and have a good sleep. I stayed in those hotels for two nights. Because of my serious cleanliness, I didn't sleep for more than four hours, plus some unaccustomed diarrhea and pain all over my body, the whole person was really exhausted to the extreme.

However, on the way to the station, my tire was punctured again (God bless it didn't puncture on the way). It's almost seven o'clock to find a garage to repair the car. I just decided to stay in the hotel for another night and take the train back to Jin tomorrow. That night, I slept well (really tired) and got up a lot, so I decided to go round and round Jinhua.

On the fourth day, we set off from Xin 'anjiang at 7: 00, and took a bus to Lanxi at 1 1 half past 0. But we were already riding alone in front, and Haohao broke up with us in Sanjiangkou, Lanxi. He rode back to Luobu along the provincial road, and Ma Zhu and I rode back to Jinhua. Later, they fell far behind me. Compared with the previous three days' trip, the most painful thing is the road from Lanxi to Jinhua on the fourth day. Riding alone on the road, I feel that I have been riding on a critical point that is about to collapse, especially in Wucheng New District, Jinhua City, and my eyes are shaking. Stopped three people and asked for three letters before riding back to the city. Climbing to the room on the seventh floor with both hands and feet, I squatted on the ground, trying to cut off my hands, feet and ass with a knife and put them horizontally and vertically to be as comfortable as possible.

This time around the lake for more than 420 kilometers, I finally got off successfully. I decided to wear it for a long time, and I would brag and stick my chest hair when I caught someone. It's easy, but it's over 400 kilometers. The only thing that makes me feel a little depressed is that the 400-kilometer road has made me lose a few pounds. Alas, even at the price of pork per catty 10 in Qiandaohu vegetable market, I lost dozens of dollars, not to mention that I managed to save human flesh all winter. Depressed ING!