September is the rainy season in Lijiang. The few of us know in the Inagi backpackers came here 10 days Tibet tour has given each of us exhausted.
When we pack the car arrived at the ancient city of Lijiang winds car, a stone paved road YR front of one side is a modern new town, while we been thinking of Lijiang Dayan Old Town. The night we live in four inns, prices are cheap enough, and I casually said one boss: the boss, we have not much money, and Can you be a little less? 20 how like? Beautiful female boss did not expect very much readily agreed, and here I came to Lijiang first impression: a good talk between people.
That night I did not listen to ancient music, and people to work together, because I want to go alone. I walked every street in the old city, because after a light rain, stone paved streets are damp, and most impressed by the big stone in the past a little bit of 51 Street, here are all low, old, or even can be said that corrupt The Mulou, because this street is not too commercial, the tour guides did not like to take this street, so that the street appears to be more quiet in the evening time. I stay in a humble hand-made Square, a focus on the older wood of the wood get his men. Number of toothpicks, pipe, wood bracelets on a disorderly on the stage as if it were the same as buying a thing you love. This is the Lijiang to my second impression: life and work is so idealistic but seriously with the lax.
Every two days we have chartered to the Yulong Snow Mountain, but a day trip, I was always a bit lethargic, the ancient city has always let me uneasy, there is one, and Lijiang in love on the sense of people were always worried about. The afternoon when we went to the white sand, I did not guide the rhetoric has been infected, I do not really understand the value of these paintings, I am a man went to the mural behind the town, old town street - buildings and Dayan Town is similar to , only more dilapidated, one next to one of the Square are all done by hand, as if the clock back for many years. This is how the street did not see the young locals, dressed in seven stars with clothes on ethnic minorities in the older women in the same street busy shuttling back and forth with, as long as walking in the yard a little bigger can see a group of women in a jubilant singing songs, jumping out of rhythm with the foot dance. This is the Lijiang gave me the third impression: who was supposed to come so happy living.
That night I went listening to ancient music, buy the cheapest ticket is the best location, the music started, because too many mentally prepared that I have not been those old arts people are frightened, but they really are too old . Well I like modern music, a little pop a little. I was thinking anyway I have to patiently listening to the concert, not to Lijiang, a city filled with this culture appears to be too educated. Gossip drum beating the opening concert of the move, straight shocks on my mind, these old people is completely God, and they are playing music, so the ancient traditions so it makes moving, a moving and heavy metals in different more from the heart. Heart and soul of the band Lost Horizon, a group of elderly people in a gorgeous dress a blue cotton garment, he was more than 70-year-old, and seen too many relevant reports about him may be still in the field of perception is so fresh, Many people love him, many people hate him, many people want to hug him, many people want to kill him. He is my favorite for the elderly, the next day I went to read the second concert. Lijiang gave me left an impression: all of which are losing color, but the music is good.
Ever since I am excited about the day in Lijiang, the heart rate to accelerate, so involuntarily.
Every day I stroll in Lijiang bridges or streets, watching the water go through other people, looked far from the snow-capped mountains.
A month later, I came to Lijiang.
Lijiang, a month later, DADAWA CAFE quietly appeared in the Xinhua street.
By: cj180
