I heard that I drive at six in the morning. I woke up before dawn and looked at my watch with a flashlight. But after four o'clock, the "apartment" was still dark and quiet. I want to sleep for a while and close my eyes, but there seems to be a commotion in my mind and my thoughts are constantly fluctuating. I felt uneasy, so I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. It began to turn white, and the tables and chairs in the room gradually emerged in the dark. When I got dressed and washed my face and gargled with the cold water left over from last night, the waiter knocked at the door in a daze.

I should thank this young waiter, who sacrificed at least an hour's sleep for me. He went downstairs with my two suitcases, opened the door of the "apartment" for me, ran to the street and called a rickshaw.

It's already dawn, sparrows are chirping in front of the eaves, and the cool breeze in the morning sends me on the bus. I looked at some poplars by the river, and there were some carriages parked by the bridge for Huaxi. With only a box-shaped body, the horse doesn't know where to rest. If I don't leave Guiyang, I will take this bus to Huaxi today. But now I lost my chance. Oh, I can't say that. I looked at my watch. It's only ten minutes to six. Rickshaw still has a long way to go. There is another way up the mountain. Maybe when I got to the station, the mail car had already left. I'm in a hurry, but the driver can't even walk with a box and can't help it.

I got off and let the driver pull the luggage alone. The bus finally arrived at the post office. I'm not late. Several cars stopped at the station. The bus for Chongqing won't leave the station until seven o'clock. This time, I sat safely in the driver's seat, with my wallet in both hands, and looked straight at the landscape through the glass window.

Shops along the street retreated in turn, the dust was flying, cars were running and roaring, and they left the sunny Guiyang city along the gray expressway. The car is very excited, so am I.

Zhuyu avenue

The car ran like crazy. It abandoned the market and people. It ran into the mountains, where it was more excited.

The road is like a belt, passing along the hillside, or just on the slope, telling the car to turn left and right, sometimes around the mountain, sometimes over the mountain. I saw the mountain hiding behind me, but I don't know how many miles I have walked.

The mountains are all green, the branches have just put on new leaves, and the blooming peaches and plums are dotted with their own red and white flowers among other green trees in Changchun. A stream, a Katayamada, a large yellow cauliflower and a large green wheat field. Birds are chirping in the branches and magpies are flying over the road. Two or three country people came face to face, stopped by the side of the road and looked at the car and smiled. Seven or eight saddles walked slowly with flags and bells. When they heard the car, they hurried out of the way.

All this caught my heart. I really want to jump out of the car and jump into the fragrant cauliflower. I really want to cry out like Christopher, the hero in romain rolland's works:

"Why are you so beautiful? ..... I got you! You are mine! "

A piece of soil, a tree, a field ... they make my eyes comfortable, my breath relaxed and my mind relaxed. I love the sight of spring returning to the earth. I love everything from the earth, because I come from the earth and I want to go back to the earth.

Life is everywhere. Living in a modern city is often suffocating; How rich and beautiful life is in these Shan Ye!

At noon, we had lunch in Bashui town. The sun is shining and the weather is quite hot. Before noon, our car passed the Wujiang River, which is a dangerous road cut from the middle of the Rocky Mountain. The car walks tightly on the edge of the cliff, and once it slips, it will fall into the bottomless river. This iron bridge is newly built. It stands high on the river, connecting two mountains. When the car crossed the bridge, I climbed the opposite mountain. I turned around and saw a big circle. In the afternoon, on the slope where the sun is about to set, we arrived at Loushanguan, which is called "the lock key in northern Guizhou". Driving forward, turning sharply from the mountain, the road is also quite dangerous. The driver turned the steering wheel intently. I looked down and saw the road winding between two green hills, just like a mountain stream flowing out of my sight. I noticed the driver's facial expression when the car rolled down. I can see seriousness and tension. But I was relieved, as if there was a smooth road ahead.

When we arrived in Tongzi, the sun had just set. The moon is already in the sky. It is another warm moonlit night.

Take a walk on the streets of Tongzi in the evening. There are only a few streets, which are quite neat; And the electric light, which I didn't expect.

Another passenger and I lived in a house near the post station this evening, one kilometer from the city. We walked back there in the moonlight. After a day's driving and walking on the wide road, I feel refreshed.

I got up before dawn the next morning, but I was delayed at the station for a long time. The sky is very dark, and there are large dark clouds above us, as if it would rain at any time.

The car passed another dangerous place, Huaqiuping, but I couldn't see anything in the car. When the car reached the top of the mountain, it was foggy. I saw a sign that said "Huaqiuping Panoramic Observatory". Looking down from there, I should be able to see a lot of things, but a fog covered them all. The car walked in the fog as if there was no road before and after. However, after turning a corner and crossing a slope, the road will naturally appear. When I came down from the mountain and looked up, the top of the mountain was covered with clouds. I wondered: Did I really come down from that mountain? Where is the road? Today, a new driver, a Cantonese, is an old hand. Just like the driver in Hubei yesterday, he drives more calmly, calmly and confidently. I don't have to worry.

It was the old man who rode this car yesterday. He is sitting on the mail bag. Every time the post office or agency stops, he climbs down to do business. It was hard enough for him to carry so many bags in Zunyi yesterday. Today's work is a little easier.

The bus crossed the Qijiang River and didn't stop for long. We also went down and stood for a while. Sitting too long is also a kind of pain. However, there are more than 80 kilometers ahead.

When I stopped at Yipin Yard for inspection, customs officers and gendarmes climbed into the car. I checked it very carefully and both my boxes were opened. We have to go through the inspection procedure at another place ahead. Every visit tells us that Chongqing is just around the corner.

At half past five, the bus arrived at Haitang Creek. I caught a glimpse of a friend in front of the bus stop. He caught up with me and waved to me outside the window. Before I could answer him, the bus took me to the stone-covered beach by the river.

I got off the bus and looked at the shadow of my friend running towards me. I breathed a sigh of relief: now I have finally arrived in Chongqing.