What are the fun places in Kasumigaura? Kasumigaura Travel Guide

I’m sorry that I didn’t show you the most beautiful Kasumigaura. Kasumigaura in the travel notes is a failure. If Xiapu is a good place, you can directly search for it on Baidu Image to find out. This place is really different from what you imagine. The place is beautiful.

It’s so cold on New Year’s Day. According to the weather forecast, it is snowing in northern and western Fujian. Set the alarm for six o'clock. Quickly put on your down jacket, scarf, and snow boots (I have never used this outfit before), and it’s dawn when you go out.

Bailukeng

I took out my mobile phone to navigate on the highway, but I couldn’t find the name of the village I saw online (it wasn’t until I got back that I realized that Sheung Shui was written as Baishui. Oh my god. !), feeling uneasy, so I had to go to a She ethnic village called Bailukeng and be guided by Du Niang. I silently hoped I wouldn't be too disappointed.

After more than 300 kilometers of road, it was almost noon when we got off the expressway. According to the mobile phone navigation, I want to go to Bailukeng. The mountain road has eighteen turns and is narrow, making it difficult for two cars to meet.

Sweet potatoes and cauliflower are most commonly grown on the roadside, and I like everything I see. I want to buy sweet potatoes, cauliflower, duck, and coconuts on the roadside. I comforted him, saying that since he couldn’t see the good scenery, he came to buy agricultural products.

The road has no end. Only a half-crazy person like me would think of such a place. They kept asking me. It stands to reason that we should see tour buses by now, and they are getting more and more deserted. I was secretly amused and noncommittal.

Finally, I came to Bailukeng. I stopped a passing villager and asked, where is Bailu Village? Go straight! Is there a She ethnic minority village? yes! Not good-looking? It looks pretty good! A firm answer!

Enter the village! At this time it broke down and I discovered that the car had a flat tire. After finding a place to stop and change the tire, I asked someone about where to go to see the customs of the She people.

All the old people were basking in the sun at the door, holding stoves in their hands. I heard that all the young and middle-aged people have gone out to work. The final result is that no one in the village wears traditional She clothing. There is only one old house left, which is still being repaired. They allowed us to go in and have a look, but there wasn't much to see inside. They suggested that we go to Banyueli Village, where there are many old houses. Half a month, what a beautiful name!

I walked into the dilapidated old house for a long time, but I didn’t see anyone. A wooden staircase leads to a series of dark rooms, perfect for a horror movie.

It took a lot of effort to change tires over time in English learning. We turned around and walked towards Banyueli Village.

At the entrance of the village is the ancestral hall, half hidden behind a huge old tree. What kind of tree is this? We have studied for a long time, but to no avail. It was dark and gloomy inside. Please forgive me for using this word.

The villagers were very friendly and took us to visit the traditional houses of the She people. In reality, there are not many historic homes left, and they tend to be in dilapidation. A small section of the ancient city wall looks new, and several villagers are sitting on it.

On the yellow mud wall, a grapefruit tree sticks out with its neck crooked, with a few unripe fruits hanging.

I walked around casually, it was already one or two o'clock in the afternoon, I hadn't had lunch yet, and I didn't see any national customs that were a little different from our Han compatriots.

In half a month

Our next goal is to take online photos of Beiqi Village on the beach. We can’t even name the village, so I don’t know if it’s accurate.

I saw a small restaurant on the road, so I stopped for a bowl of rice noodle soup and asked the owner for directions. According to the boss, people come here at five o'clock every morning to wait for the sunrise. Of course, we don’t have the eyes to see the sunrise on the sea, and we don’t even have the chance to see the afterglow of the sunset.

A few wooden boats on the shoals reminded us that we had reached our destination (of course, an eye-catching slogan in the village "Long Live Chairman Mao" also told me that this was the right way).

Although now is not the best time to take pictures of the sunrise, there are still many photographers setting up tripods here.

The beaches in the north are really beautiful, and laymen just want to see the excitement. At that time, I had no idea what was growing in the sea or what was being farmed. When I came back I thought it was seaweed. The vastness stretches straight to the horizon, with the same specifications and layout, which is shocking.

The sun also showed a hint of brilliance, reflecting the rows of bamboo poles on the sea, showing a golden luster.

There was a group of young people having a barbecue at the beach, and we also went to the beach.

Before leaving, the sun stuck out half of its head to say goodbye to us. In order to live up to his old man's kindness, I ignored the mud on the beach and stumbled to the old wooden boat and asked me to take a photo of her.

I didn’t take any satisfactory photos on this trip. Mainly because my new haircut matched the down jacket I wore that day. It’s short, it’s short, it’s frustrating, it’s embarrassing!

Kasumigaura cried to death when she saw the photos I took of her. How charming and beautiful it turned out to be, but it was once destroyed in my hands. The weather is bad, the time is wrong, and there is no ever-changing sunshine. Xiapu is only black and white.