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The water entertainment center on Wenxin Island combines the essence of modern water entertainment. There are parachutes, seaplanes, thrilling surf boats, jet skis, airships, rubber boats and relaxing bicycles in the air. Gan boats, couple boats, etc., you can dive and fish underwater; Wenxin Island cabins are built around the island and facing the water. The exterior is decorated with logs and the interior is decorated according to three-star standards. There are also entertainment activities such as bowling, sauna and beauty center, and ethnic songs and dances. Four performances are performed every day, and warm night tours are offered in summer evenings.

Fly with the wind and fly in a car

The idea of ??riding a bicycle around Qiandao Lake came about two years ago, and I made it loud and clear to my friends around me, but due to various reasons, it never came to fruition. At the beginning of this year, I finally found an organization on the Internet - a group of comrades who love cycling headed by Comrade Haohao. On the eve of May Day, at my instigation, several comrades also decided to ride their own bikes around Qiandao Lake. They are: Haohao, Dazedang, Zhu Ma, and Lao Fangtou.

The idea of ????circling the lake has been in my mind for two years. Before I implemented it, this behavior was just an ordinary cycling exercise in my imagination. It was no different than the three-hour ride back to my hometown. different. Now that I have returned from the lake tour, after sleeping for thirteen hours, I sit in front of the computer and reflect on the three and a half days of riding. It’s like a dream. It’s super cool, super high, super beautiful, and of course super. tired.

1. At 6:30 in the morning on May 1st, we set off together at the entrance of Lianhua Supermarket and met up with Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou who were waiting at Bailong Bridge. Their sheep came to see our Zengqi Road 008, who was riding around Hainan Island, looked at the GRANT women's road bike I was riding and said word for word: It is impossible not to be embarrassed. My heart immediately tightened. In fact, I had no idea whether I could go around the lake. I grabbed a few sets of clothes and a bottle of water and set off with Haohao.

When we rode to the Baisha Bridge in Wucheng New District, a black bird flew over from the upper reaches of the Wujiang River, screaming. I said with a smile that the birds had come to see us off, but I was worried in my heart. I worriedly wondered if this was an ominous sign. Sure enough, as soon as I rode National Highway 330, my tire was punctured by a piece of iron. I was so upset that I couldn't think about it anymore. The NND tire was thinner than my skin. It was really disrespectful to me. Fortunately, there happened to be a car repair shop on the side of the road, and the car was repaired. Half an hour later, I caught up with the team waiting for me at Lanxi Hengshan Bridge.

Later, on the way from Zhuge to Shouchang, Haohao’s GRANT740, which was capable of reaching a speed of more than 30 per hour on flat ground, also had a flat tire (I’m sorry, Comrade Haohao, I actually had a flat tire at that time) Blushing out the word "good" shows the person's heart￥#￥#—*...·). It was impossible to find a car repair shop in this remote place, so Dazed and confused drove Lao Fangtou, and Haohao rode Lao Fangtou's 680, dragging his own 740 with the other hand.

At the train crossing near Daciyan, Zhu’s mother and I were sitting on the roadside waiting for Haohao behind us. At this time, a cool motorcycle rode in front, and the rider was a cool guy. The handsome guy, when he saw us staring at him, turned around and rode towards us. After checking each other out, it turned out that he was also a member of the Changyou Club and the moderator of the "Urban Edge" section of the "I Love My Cars" section. We immediately felt very friendly. I write down this inconsequential episode here, mainly because this brother and his wife were so cool that I forgot to take a photo of him, leaving me regretful that he had forgotten to take a cool photo of him as he sped away.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, we finally arrived at Xin'an River in Jiande. At this time, Haohao's computer showed that we had ridden 75.5KM. After eating, we were about to set off, but it started to rain. We waited on the side of the road for dozens of minutes. Seeing that the rain had no intention of stopping, we put on our raincoats and set off. Riding to the bank of Xin'an River, the rain stopped. At this time, I saw a layer of light clouds and mist floating over the entire Xin'an River, which was better than the fairyland in the sky in Journey to the West. I quickly got out of the car and took pictures. I just pressed the shutter twice and moved the camera away. , I saw large groups of fog in front of me moving down like mountains and oceans, and all of a sudden the houses on the other side were no longer visible.

This spectacular gesture made me scream with excitement. Haohao said that this is because the water released by the Xinanjiang Hydropower Station is from the bottom of Qiandao Lake. The water temperature is very low, but the temperature on the surface of the water is high, so fog is formed. .

At 4:10 in the afternoon, we arrived at Moso Bamboo Garden, which is said to have extremely bad road conditions. It was at this place that I saw Qiandao Lake. Oh my god, how could this be a lake? It is obviously a sea. , the moment we met, this lake almost shocked me. Through the narrow mouth of the bay in front of me, there was an extremely vast lake in front of me, with a small dark blue island standing in the middle. There were layers of LIAO surrounding the island. The thin veil of mist looks so quiet, so sacred, so out of reach. In fact, the so-called bad road in Maozhuyuan is simply too small compared to the dozens of kilometers of winding mountain highway on the Zhengjiu Line the next day. It is only a few hundred meters. After riding this section, it is HIGH. It feels so good and my white lines are beautiful all the way.

The small white line is an asphalt road with excellent pavement and very few vehicles. When riding on it, the sky sometimes rains, sometimes the face is gloomy, sometimes the sun comes out, and the air is very humid. There are mountains on the left side of the road and a lake on the right. There are orange trees in the open space next to it, and the oncoming face is filled with the fresh fragrance of orange flowers. There were five of us. Haohao and Mangdaowang were riding far ahead at about 30 yards per hour. Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou rode slower and fell far behind. I was riding at a speed of more than 20 yards per hour. The speed was caught in the middle, and I stopped from time to time to take photos. When I saw a cow grazing on the roadside, I would excitedly greet them with a Zhao Lirong-style "Hi, uh-huh." I think I'm going crazy with excitement. Those downhills were even worse. I was screaming all the way down, yes, not riding, but flying. I put my hands on the handles and held them in the air. I was a big bird that was extremely happy and free. I tried to fly forward with my head straight like a real bird, looking at the mountains on the left with my left eye and the lake on the right with my right eye, while my ears were filled with the sound of the whirring wind; I turned my head and let The wind poured into the front ears and bounced back from the eardrums. The back ears heard the extremely beautiful chirping of birds, as well as the sound of waves of lake water hitting the shore.

At this moment, I am sitting in a room far away from the white line, recalling the wind, the fragrance of orange flowers, the sounds of birds and waves, and I find that they have penetrated deeply into my skin. , penetrate into my bone marrow and will echo in my body for a lifetime. Yes, a lifetime, a lifetime is so long.

2. On the first day, due to shelter from rain and other reasons, the original plan to arrive in Anyang that day could only be changed to Lishang. When we arrived at Lishang, it was already 7:15 at night and it was already dark. However, Lishang is the seat of Liyang Township Government and there are no hotels or guest houses. It is clearly marked as a town on the map. It was dark, we were hungry, and we were a little anxious. Haohao asked some people chatting on the roadside in Lishang, saying that there was a hotel at Liyang Wharf below.

After a lot of trouble, we finally found Liyang Pier and stayed in a small hotel that cost six yuan per bed. It was already past ten o'clock at night when we lay down.

The next day, after we had breakfast, we left Liyang at 6:45 and rode towards Anyang. By now we were riding on the Chunyang Line. The Chunyang Line and Baixiao Line The line is the same, and it is also an asphalt road with extremely good pavement. The difference is that there are slightly more vehicles than the small white line in front. There are tall poplar trees on both sides of the road. Along the way, the most common ones you see are independent restaurants and accommodations. It is a mountain villa, and there is also a lumber factory filled with logs. Occasionally, you pass by one or two forest farms.

We arrived in Anyang at nine o'clock. Starting from Anyang, we can no longer see the lake on the Chunyang Line. The mountains are always on the side not far from us, and there are more villages on the roadside. Most of the walls of those houses were painted with slogans from the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s and 1970s and the Family Planning Plan in the early 1980s. They have almost faded into the walls in the wind and rain of time. Occasionally, I see one or two lines of brand-new slogans, and the words "humanistic" have begun to appear. Oh, although they are just slogans, we can see from them that our country is moving forward step by step. There is one sentence that I feel is particularly interesting, and I am excerpting it as follows: The road is facing the sky, please go to the right.

3. At seven o'clock in the morning on the third day, the three of us set off from Zitong and headed to Qiandaohu Town to meet Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou. We rode to Songcun, where the Zhengjiu Line became On the Qianwei line, on the Qianwei line we started to see the lake again. There are many small boats on these lakes like those in the Korean movie "Drifting in the Room". There are houses built on the boats. Some of them are painted in very bright colors. From a distance, they look very beautiful. There are cages in front of the boat, and Haohao said they are for fish farming.

At 10:30, we finally rode to the pier in Qiandao Lake Town. The Qiandao Lake Bridge has not been built yet, so we had to take a ferry across. There was a long queue of cars waiting for the transition at the pier. There are colored balls on the lake in front of the pier, and speedboats are rushing back and forth.

Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou were already waiting for us at the lakeside park. We had lunch at a restaurant near the vegetable market and came to the lake to rest for a few hours.

At two o'clock, a group of five of us got back on our bicycles and headed to the starting point of this lake tour, which was also the last stop - Xin'an River. Provincial Highway 06 connects Qiandao Lake and Xin'an River. Although the road surface is good, there are many vehicles coming and going, there are many places in the middle of construction, and the road is extremely dusty. On this road, my wrists, shoulders, and knees all began to hurt severely. Every time I stepped on the foot, the tendon on the left side of my left knee hurt severely. But I knew I couldn't stop. Once I stopped, I really couldn't ride anymore. I told myself in my heart that I must ride to Xin'anjiang. After completing this last journey, I could take a train or a car and click on my left hand. I only had one tire on my right hand (the car was a quick-release type), and I returned home in triumph as a great man.

Around 5:30, when I got off the bus at Xin'anjiang, I was already limping. When I turned to Haohao who was waiting in front, he bulged at me. Clap your hands and celebrate the success of circling the lake. Ten minutes later, Zhu Ma and Lao Fangtou arrived from behind.

At that time, I really wanted to catch a car and go back to Jinhua, go back to my bed, and have a good sleep. I stayed in those hotels for the past two nights. Due to my severe mysophobia, my The total amount of sleep did not exceed four hours, plus some acclimatization and diarrhea, as well as the pain all over the body, the whole person was really exhausted.

However, on the way to the station, my tire was punctured again (God forbid it was broken on the road). It was almost seven o'clock when we found a car repair shop and repaired the car, so we simply decided to stay in a hotel for one more night and then take the train back to Jin tomorrow. That night, I slept extremely well (I was really tired). When I woke up, I was very energetic and refreshed, so I decided to roll back to Jinhua one by one.

On the fourth day, we set off from Xin'anjiang at 7 o'clock and rode to Lanxi at 11:30. A dazed man was already riding in front, and Haohao separated from us at the Sanjiangkou of Lanxi. He walked along the road. Riding back to Luobu on the provincial highway, Zhu Ma, Lao Fangtou and I rode back to Jinhua. Later, they also fell far behind me. Compared with the previous three days of the trip, the most painful part was the journey back to Jinhua from Lanxi on the fourth day. Riding alone on the road, I feel that I have reached a critical point of collapse, especially when I am approaching Wucheng New District in Jinhua City, my eyes start to shake. I stopped three people and asked for three letters before riding back to the city. I climbed up to the room on the seventh floor using my hands and feet. I lay down on the ground and wanted to use a knife to cut off my hands, feet, and buttocks, and place them horizontally and vertically, so that I could place them however I felt comfortable.

4. This time I rode more than 420 kilometers around the lake, and I finally succeeded in riding it down. I decided to use it for a long time in the future. I would brag about it when I catch someone. It’s easy, but it’s more than 400 kilometers away. The only thing that makes me feel a little depressed is that I lost a few kilograms of meat during these more than 400 kilometers. Alas, even if the price of pork at Qiandao Lake Market is ten yuan per kilogram, I have lost dozens of yuan, not to mention It was me who had managed to store up a whole winter of human flesh. Depressed!