Fenghuang-Longsheng-Dazhai 2017-06-0.07 > I wanted to wake up early, go to the river, admire the fog and the comparative desertion. But the body did not want to hear about such loads.
Still the ninth day In fact, nothing ever ends, but simply changes into another form, doesn't it? Each of the days, burning in the evening, is born in the morning. Sometimes the transition is easy and timely, and sometimes painful and at the wrong time.
Furong 2017-06-06 > The morning started without rain, which in itself was unusual. I woke up early and went out to the terrace to admire the waterfall. The waterfall missed the rain, you could see it.