A very long downhill, just as long as uphill. Flying downhill road, the trees shade all the sky. I felt like a portrait fly in the sky.There is no need for us to have to ride ,while, we insisted.The same way of life, less flat, bumpy much. If they can maintain a positive enthusiastic attitude, they will be able to easily cross.Noon arrived Baizhangyan in that eternal spring of the arch at the beginning of our lunch. Belly long cockroaches. Pick up the bread on the bite, there’s interesting spicy duck neck, eat Zhenshuang ah, I still breathe and with the new bamboo shoots dug a souvenir.

The rest of the time they take to rest, while Hongqi Deng to go across the village to have a look with my brother. The ancient village, Ningjing An Xiang. The air flowing a smell of flowers and a touch of fragrant, as well.Looking back to the road, my dear, you are too vague. Take a ride when people only see a small point in front, while, now the start has gone forever. It started to drip rain to nourish our thirsty hearts . We run all the way. Have been feeling like flying, while some feeling of flying is how wonderful.Bound for Pakistan on the way to the river, it is a wear path, the results still did not escape our destiny to eat dust, I only know that people like to run in front of a result to stop, eyes covered with ash.

Riders that are into a small white-haired woman, huh, huh! water to drink down, teeth are also mixed with the taste of dust and sand. also a very good taste it, will never forget!It was about 4:00 pm, people began to have spiritual . It rained with the wind, with sweat and also happiness. Landscape through a process, as a kind of happiness. By a warm way, by a memory. Turn back, you are not there any more.