What's a "paradise" like? Is there really such a place?

Tao Yuanming, a writer in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, wrote in his book, "The Peach Blossom Garden," that a fisherman entered a cave with his boat and found a peach garden, where the inhabitants were men who farmed and women who wove, and where adults and children were involved in labor, with no taxes or corvée duties, and where people's relationships were very simple and cordial and a happy and peaceful atmosphere prevailed everywhere, completely cut off from the outside world.

In a romantic legend, a place where peach blossoms bloomed, almost all the dreams of the Chinese people, without the hustle and bustle of the city, without the annoyance of the world. The legend remains only on paper. But in Guilin, China, along the Gui Hua Road to Yangshuo, there will be a place more beautiful than the peach blossom, more real - the paradise of the world. Smoke and rain, mountains full of green grass, mountain flowers, caves, wooden buildings, wind and rain bridges that aspire to the noble qualities of a nation, and songs that float in the gap between the verdant bamboos ...... All the joys and all the hardships are here, finding a home. Full of maternal paradise is Guilin many years ago away from home the girl, now back, has grown into a picturesque young girl ...... This is a magical land This is a place full of charm there are mountains, caves, small bridges, running water, there are people have pleasing folklore there are tugging at the strings of affection ......

In the paradise of the world, you will feel the calm, clear and deep Swallow Lake, around the Swallow Lake, villages, fields, peach and willow flat and narrow, in harmony with each other; to the Lusheng Mountain, the enthusiastic "Ba Mai" (tribal dialect, "friend" meaning "friend"), the "Lusheng Mountain", the "Ba Mai" (tribal dialect, "friend" meaning "friend"), the "Ba Mai" (tribal dialect, "friend" meaning "friend"). To Lusheng Mountain, the enthusiastic "Ba Mai" (tribal dialect, meaning "friends") will invite you to **** dance together, while the peach source for you to reproduce the "beautiful grass, colorful" mood. Here, there is also a hundred years of red maple, Dong village drum tower, under the Penjia Mountain primitive tribes of young men and women's songs and dances ......

Worldly paradise In the East, the world outside the paradise is a life on earth is synonymous with an ideal realm, equivalent to the Western world of bliss or paradise. For thousands of years, perfectionists have searched for and created their own imaginary "paradise". In the Guilin landscape kingdom, there is a "paradise" in the closest place to the city.

North along the Guiyang Highway, only ten minutes from Yangshuo, to the "paradise". She is like a simple village girl standing quietly on the edge of the city, not to show off and not to make, a faction of natural, rich in true interest. If it is the season of "wet apricot blossom rain, blowing face not cold willow wind", step into the "paradise", showing in front of the eyes will be a beautiful landscape and idyllic scenery. Swallow Lake is set in a large swath of green fields and plains, just like a young girl's bright eyes pulse with love. Lake shore willow, brushing the water. A huge water turntable car, creaking and shaking the years, but also singing the old countryside song. Looking around, the distant mountains towering emerald, the village trees with smoke, strata, houses scattered, like Tao Yuanming's "beautiful grass, colorful", "there is a good field, beautiful pool, mulberry and bamboo belonging to" the Peachland picture.

Touring Swallow Lake by boat is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment. When the boat in the green silk-like lake cutting wave shear waves, leisurely glide, the heart of the tourists will be like a "long time in the cage, come back to nature" of the bird general cozy and happy. Sky open clouds near, the shore is broad and flat, nature's fresh and broad embrace will make people dust and worry about all clean up, the common thought suddenly eliminated. Suddenly, a burst of bright singing drifted, the original is the shore of the song and dance upstairs girls in the song and dance. They are dressed in brightly colored national costumes, is full of rich ethnic flavor of song and dance to welcome the arrival of guests from afar.

Turning around the dance floor, the boat sailed into the narrow waterway. I can't believe that behind the Swallow Lake there are so many winding and winding paths. It is an open-ended scenic area with no walls or barriers. Rural landscapes, roads and bridges, and village houses are seamlessly integrated into the natural environment, and the beauty of heaven and earth is fully embraced.

The channel is getting narrower and narrower. After passing through the Swallow Rock Cave and the small pass that is "very narrow at the beginning and only passes through people" without any light, it seems that there is no way out of the mountain and no way out of the water. I do not want to open up in front of me, the darkness is bright - Peach Blossom Island is here. The island is not big, surrounded by water, but the grass is lush, mixed trees and flowers, a strain of red peach is smiling warmly and brightly. A good piece of "sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river green as blue" poetic beauty.

After crossing the Peach Blossom Island, you can experience the charm of the primitive tribe. But listen to the front of the hillside, the police trumpet sounded, drumming sound. It turned out to be the indigenous ancestors of the primitive tribes discovered the foreign strangers, and they rushed down the hillside with spears and fishing forks in their hands, and danced a joyful folk dance. These indigenous ancestors are covered with tree bark and leaves, they are tough and strong, dark skin, at a glance, it is known to be extremely tenacious tribal vitality, through them, you can imagine the ancestors of the Chinese people how smart and tough.

Crossing the waters of the primitive tribes, the boat sails slowly back along the scattered villages. This is the real countryside, green tile and mud walls, bamboo hedges and vegetable beds, the sound of chickens and dogs can be heard clearly. From time to time, you can see village women washing clothes by the river in twos and threes, their mallets knocking out ancient rhythms on the green stone slabs. Farmers walking barefoot in the fields with buckets, naughty children playing in front of their houses, and even old men fishing, with a pipe in their mouths, sitting leisurely on bamboo rafts, following the waves in the shadow of the clouds. From the primitive tribes to the village in front of us, the history of a span of hundreds of thousands of years, really make people have a doubtful, doubtful real, suddenly do not know the feeling of the world.