SCIE Geography Field Trip to Guilin – Shenzhen College of International Education

Day 1

At noon on Friday, we met at the south gate of the school, did the final check before departure, and then took the bus to Shenzhen North Station and boarded the high-speed train from Shenzhen to Guilin. About three or four hours from Shenzhen to Guilin, we arrived at the destination of the trip field. From the sun to the sunset, we chose to rest overnight at the hotel and start our journey tomorrow.

Day 2

The city was cooling, and the November sun was a feeble title page, somewhat bleak and gloomy. Wrapped in a thick black coat, I walked out of the hotel door, and greedily took a sip of fresh air, trying to enjoy the new winter that I had never met before. The bus drove to the scenic area, we followed the local guide boarded the Zhujiang to Yangshuo cruise ship, and started our trip to the Lijiang River.

Mountains and rivers have been winter, textbook pictures are no longer simple lines and full color, but now presented in front of us a concrete and clear picture, true, broad, and simple. The cold wind blows, and the winter rain falls, but the heart is happy. The Lijiang River in the misty rain is a landscape painting. Mist, drizzle, bamboo raft, mountain forest, and wetland all add a touch to this picture. It is gentle and moving. Cruise ships ripple on the river, disturbing the quiet shadow of the mountain, but also making the water and scenery more harmonious, no longer a general acquaintance. In the distance, mountains overlap, each with its own characteristics, clouds and mist, but never hide the charming mountains, but complement each other; nearby, rocks, ups and downs, karst landforms unique and spectacular.

As Mr. Stuart explains, we connect what we have learned with what we have seen. We imagine that during the long geological time, the rocks underwent compaction, uplift, erosion and dissolution, and gradually changed into the karst landforms we see today. The 83km of water we visited is the essence of the Lijiang River. The misty rain in the Lijiang River draws every viewer’s thoughts, and the dream-like poetry is hidden on the horizon. Water with the mountain, day with the water, people move with the scene, we have raised their mobile phones or cameras on the shipboard for a photo.

In the afternoon, we came to Yinzi Rock. What we saw in the cave were stalactites, stalagmites and stone pillars of various shapes, which were illuminated by neon lights. Every place is an independent scene, but also accept each other. The rock in the cave contains a high content of calcium carbonate, forming a long stalactite with a darker color, and even some slightly yellow, often rely on the side to view all living beings, and the new stalactite generally occupies the widest part of the wall, straight from the underground to the top of the rock, sparkling, sharp.

In the evening, we checked into a hotel near Yangshuo West Street and began to move freely. My friend and I went to the pedestrian street to taste the local beer fish, then wandered around the neighborhood for a snack, shuttling through the noisy markets.

“Look, there are stars.”

“That’s our drone.”

It’s raining and cloudy and you can’t see the stars.

I find noisy streets less refreshing than quiet paths. The night was cool, and we walked toward the dock. In this glittering southern town, we walked together along the dark flagstones, trying to read past and present. Smashing a land of weak moonlight, Qinghui diarrhea, slowly counts, years of mild and long, waiting for us to open quietly. What illuminates us at night is not only the passion and mystery of this small city but also our fiery heart. People embedded in this piece of landscape, thoughts were awakened, then naturally Aura. Guilin, the Li River is its delicate eyes, its arms in the people are as simple as it.

Day 3

Early on the third day, we set off for the Dragon Ridge Terraces. The bus wagged up the mountain, the temperature gradually dropped, and the sky was gray. This did not seem to be a good time for sightseeing. After the rice harvest season, it was not yet spring. I perturbed out of the car, the eyes of my unexpected scene. Terraced fields stretch upwards and upwards one layer at a time. Like a chain, they stretch endlessly.

This is a masterpiece of the Zhuang people for generations. It not only compensates for the inability of the hillsides to engage in farming, but also helps to integrate nature and human survival needs, and promotes tourism as a cultural heritage. Looking up, the clouds are low, blocking the mountain, adding a bit of mystery, brick houses dotted on both sides of the road, line, and color perfect combination, is a long time not easy to disperse, eternal beauty.

The teacher explained the formation and function of terraced fields to us at the observation deck and asked us to start a survey of the local area.

Under the eaves of green tiles, full of silent solitude in winter, raindrops wet the hair, fog around us, all is hazy. I shuddered, put my arm around my friend, slipped my hand into my coat, and tried to find warmth, withered leaves, and withered branches that were the landmarks of the mountain. We stepped over the stones and mud, looking, listening to the sound of mountain wind, stop, stand in the green, the pines roar. The rustling rain seemed to drive away life, and the sudden drop in temperature forced us down the mountain.

In the early winter of Guilin, there are us, there is geography. Thanks to the deep national friends, geographical group teachers and all peers friends, we always have the opportunity to enjoy the sky vast, the current Yan Dan, witness the spring flowers, autumn moon, heat and cold.