Admire the ancient city of Lijiang has been a long time, but by a lack of opportunity to get close to this town. So this little dream in his heart has been brewing, fermentation, and finally in the summer of 1999, I embarked on a Colorful Yunnan trip. Arrived in Kunming, I've been non-stop, straight to Lijiang. This ancient town, every day quietly with its interpretation of an extraordinary story. Me, just a rush of passing.
To Lijiang, I finally saw the big research Hunqianmengying city.
One after another, the old houses next to Zhuanmu, trembling and trembling has been some tilt, and the subsequent stages in this tilt will be carefully passed down. Stone paved streets of the old passing away too many commitments Zaibu Dong matter has some dents, greasy streaky stones at the edges and corners that year not long ago, a path of stone and water together with a trickling sluggishly Chuanjiezouxiang, so they pierce of a street, one every household to others.
Naxi people living in a courtyard house, whenever night fell, sitting in the courtyard inside courtyard, facing the horizon, bright stars, one term seems a bit exaggerated area-point of summer, the wind blowing cold, quietly listening to the elderly Naxi gently to talk about the distant moving legends, that kind of feeling to the people of the city used to live a long absence, cozy. Small flat in the city, the sky seems to have no longer have the color of night, the iron curtain in general, and the city's human like the cold, but in Lijiang, but you can clearly see the extremely bright star flashing!
In this quiet little town, I do not need a star also have to wear masks on the night of the game, they do not indulge yourself the luxury of Health, Lost in the day uproar. When the choice had been violated when the resistance is certainly a difficult existence, because the heart is not stone, it is also easy to get hurt easily bleeding. Fortunately, there is starlight night, you can single-handedly facing the wound.
When the Ivy recovery, God's music rains, they may be healed as ever. Tagore recalled a remark: "You miss the night stars, and even have missed the early morning sun." In Lijiang, you will not miss not only the stars, but also not to miss the morning sun! Early morning, the energetic rooster will definitely wake you from a virtual dream!
Carrying a few simple things, I have walked alone in the mountains and rivers in Lijiang, but I can hardly describe them in detail and meticulous manner. The reason I love and walk through the meantime, not to those that can describe the scene, those Qifeng, rocks, those beautiful waters. Just, just want to find a soul close to my things. They are picturesque, there are between landscapes.
In the leisurely journey, all in the past Cantabile such as the v, in the landscape between the misty wavering. In that moment, I can feel far away from Beisuo, away from the hubbub of the landscape images. It is a kind of melancholy touched by a kind of epiphany after helplessly. It is closer to the essence of life.
Whether it is year round of the snow-capped mountains, a look knows no boundaries of virgin forest, or a bed of roses grassland, drainage around the old city, when I prove them with his feet, they have before my eyes into a simple abstract calligraphy vast everyone . That calligraphy sway a kind of open-minded. That is the source of the wisdom of the universe is our tiny paradise only way of life leading to the heart, while the silly stubborn like me, they need to frequently during exposure in order to obtain constantly wake up to reality.
Landscape can think in a secular frame of mind, the so-called heart-hole open, Betrader moon in the breeze, the mountain stream, or when the birds. The temples were built in the real mountains. Tianyun cloth Nayi rains. The landscape may be welcome home. Even Jing Ke-style farewell, also in the Yishui Han Feng Xiaoxiao Xi River, playing and singing sword. Therefore sages said, landscapes are far from the Beisuo away from the Madding Crowd.
I used to like the landscape, to Lijiang, I also love the mountains and rivers here, a! As modern people, I always feel that the spirit of survival in an awkward panic among the oppressed. To save, perhaps also for a temporary escape, I chose to sway enjoy the expansive landscape given me temporarily regard themselves as innocent and naive children, depending on the landscape as a human paradise, put aside all earthly troubles, singing such as the misty mountain tops, like folk, looking for weeds in the landscape between the romantic songs, in the daytime and style of the Naxi girl in the watery feel of the Naxi folklore, mystical insight in the paradise of ancient Dongba culture.
I do not know since there is no chance to come to Lijiang, I do not know will not come back after the Lijiang is the case Veronika, I just know that when we find Shangri-La, while losing the Shangri-La, because these beautiful things in the human money target face to face can only be gradual disappearance of fate. I remember the ancient Indians sang songs in:
"Only when the last tree has been created
Last dog poisoning
Finally arrested in a fish
You have come to realize
Money can not eat "
I only hope that one day I can like this end of a glass of beer, sitting leisurely in liuyin ancient city under the small bridge, and beside those of different color, different languages for people to share this moment of quiet calm. To appreciate the ancient bridge, listening to the murmur of flowing water, accompanied by the ordinary people, I do not know, at that time I will not be enchanted?
Author: summerbj
