"Don't shake your hands. Put it down and I'll take a frontal photo."
"I'm not shaking, it's the boat that's moving. Shoot faster. If it doesn't end, my hands will really shake."
Click click click.
Zhang Xingjun took back the camera, and Hu Huifang immediately leaned over and asked, "How was the photo taken?"
"Not bad." Zhang Xingjun said with satisfaction.
Zhang Zhong sat on the table, his body swaying with the water waves.
They were traveling on the Li River today, and the family was now on a small boat. The landscape in front of them happened to be the scenery on the 20-yuan Chinese banknote. The old couple were so surprised that they took out 20 yuan to take photos of the scenery in front of them.
Pengpeng was hugged by Zhang Zhong, a little unhappy, she wanted to play in the water.
According to her, she has seen strong winds and waves, is she still afraid of this water? However, Zhang Zhong is still afraid that she will fall into the water after having too much fun. She is not wearing a swimsuit or quick-drying waterproof suit now, and there is no need to fall behind them.
Played.
Moreover, the boat was very small, and if she really jumped on it, she would not be the only one who would suffer, and others might fall in first.
Later, they boarded a bamboo raft again on the Yulong River. The bamboo raft was very stable.
Pengpeng was carried by Zhang Zhong and bent down to play in the water. As the water rippled, the reflection of the scenery on the shore in the water also blurred wave by wave.
"Dad, this mountain has changed."
"I was disturbed."
Zhang Zhong lifted her forward. When she saw herself reflected in the water, she shouted again, "Oh, my face has melted too."
The man who was punting the boat saw Peng Peng playing in the water and said with a smile, "This guy is so brave."
Yang Kai translated from the side, "We are just kidding."
Zhang Chong smiled and nodded, and said to the uncle, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. She has never choked on water, so she is not afraid."
Pengpeng immediately turned around and said, "I choked on the water. The sea water is so salty."
"Where did they come from?"
It could be heard that the old man was trying his best to speak Mandarin well, but his accent was still very strong. Fortunately, Zhang Zhong’s understanding was not bad. He understood the meaning and replied with a smile, “We are from Jiangyang, and we went to Luzhou before.
, came from Luzhou."
The old man smiled and said no more. He was probably tired from holding back his Mandarin.
Zhang Zhong also turned his head and looked at the scenery on the shore. Although he had seen it once, the scenery of Yangshuo was already unsatisfactory.
The landscapes of Baiyue are the best in the world, and the landscapes of Yangshuo are the best of Baiyue.
This sentence is not just talk.
Baili Lijiang, Baili Gallery.
Han Yu also wrote a poem such as "The river is a green belt, and the road is covered with jade hairpins" to praise this picturesque Lijiang River.
The beauty of mountains and rivers lies in either their magnificence or their beauty. The mountains of Baiyue occupy the latter point. The mountains and rivers along the coast are like green barriers, with various shapes, like people, horses, camels, and so on.
Bright colors.
It's just that the sun is high in the sky today. If it rains a little and the smoke waves linger, the scenery on the shore will be more mysterious with a veil covering the face.
After swimming across the river in the afternoon, they went to Yangshuo West Street in the evening.
Yangshuo West Street is also known as Foreigner Street. Yangshuo West Street is less than one kilometer long and is made of stone slabs and curved in an S-shape.
The reason why this place is called Foreigner Street is because it is the street with the highest concentration of foreigners in China. The number of foreigners who come here for leisure and leisure every year is equivalent to three times of the permanent population here.
West Street is also the largest foreign language corner in China. The proportion of foreign-related marriages here is also the highest in China.
The shops here are all Chinese and Western, and almost all the signs are in Chinese and English. From the boss to the waiter to the aunt at the street stall, everyone may speak fluent English.
Walking into West Street, Zhang Zhong looked up and saw two bars. There are many handicraft shops and bars on this street.
The whole family was not hungry yet, so they were not in a hurry to find something to eat, so they started walking along the street.
Because there are many handicraft shops, they will find a handicraft shop as soon as they enter.
After visiting several handicraft stores, Pengpeng already had two or three bracelets hanging on his hands. In this day and age, handicrafts with local characteristics can also be bought online, but just to have fun when going out.
If you want to be happy, the best way is to buy things.
As I walked, I came to a place selling the Four Treasures of the Study.
There was a table at the entrance of the store, with a roll of writing cloth and several brushes on it. A middle-aged woman was writing on the writing cloth with paper and pen.
Seeing Pengpeng looking at her, the middle-aged woman smiled and waved, "Kid, do you want to write?"
Pengpeng walked over.
"Can you write?"
"I can write my own name."
"Oh, then you write it for Auntie to read."
"good."
Pengpeng took the brush and wrote her name crookedly on the water writing cloth.
"Your name is Pengpeng. It's such a good name."
Pengpeng said modestly, "I don't write well, but my dad writes well... Hey, why are the words I wrote gone?"
She watched the words on the water writing cloth slowly disappear, covering her little mouth with a look of surprise on her face.
The middle-aged woman smiled and explained, "This is water-written cloth. It will disappear after a while after writing. You see, I only need to dip a brush in water to write on it."
She explained it this way, but Pengpeng couldn't understand it at all.
"But this water has no color. Why does it turn black when you write on it? Auntie, do you know magic?"
"Auntie doesn't know any magic. This is not the color of water. It's because there is a black cloth behind this layer of cloth. The top layer of cloth will become transparent when it encounters water, and you can see the black cloth behind it. Peng
Peng, look at your clothes, can you see the color of your flesh if it comes into contact with water?"
Pengpeng looked at the clothes he was wearing, thought for a while and said, "That's right. Can I also write big characters on my clothes?"
"That's not possible, you need this kind of special cloth." The middle-aged woman explained with a smile, and then said, "This kind of water-writing cloth can be written repeatedly. You can write as many words as you want. It won't
A waste of paper.”
Pengpeng turned to look at Zhang Zhong, "Dad, why don't you buy one too? You write a lot of words at home. With this, you don't have to waste so much paper."
The middle-aged woman also said to Zhang Zhong, "Sir, do you want to try it? Even if you don't use it, your children will need to use it when practicing calligraphy in the future."
Water writing cloth is a good thing, but for a wealthy person like Zhang Zhong, it is really useless. If Pengpeng wants to practice calligraphy, he can buy the best paper for her.
But since Pengpeng asked him to try, he didn't say anything. He went over to take the brush and wrote a word casually.
"How is it? Does it feel similar to writing on ordinary paper?"
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows. It was not easy for him to answer this question because he really hadn't used ordinary paper much.