凉风哨往北十余里,突然一个急转弯,穿过公路桥,宁静的山冲不由让人竖起耳朵,第一次领略到车轮与柏油路的摩擦出的沙沙声,竟如此悦耳。因为全是下坡,发动机像机警的猎豹一样不再出声。转过一个山嘴,一边是悬崖,一边是梯田。同行的黑猫警长说,这就是红渡,以前叫岩门。柏油路刚铺好,油光可鉴,让人不忍把尘土带上去。梯田有多少丘呢?黑猫警长说,哪个去数这 Cool whistle to the north more than ten years, suddenly a sharp turn, crossing the road bridge, quiet mountain rushed not let people erect ears, the first time a taste of the wheel and the asphalt rustle out of the rustling, actually so sweet. Because it is all downhill, the engine does not sound like an alert cheetah. Turned a mountain mouth, one side is a cliff, while the terrace. Black cat sheriff counterparts said that this is the Red Cross, formerly called Rock Gate. Paved asphalt road just paved, shine, people can not bear to bring the dust up. How many mounds terraces? Black Cat Sergeant said, which to count it