Old Yan Travels
July 18, 2001 clear Mosuo guides and Lugu Lake clever enough, the tour guides took us to the lake is actually a young Mosuo girl named Yang, I am happy to see one of the three female partners in she enraptured to chat with, let us also on the trip to the lake have become more expectations and aspirations.
The road from Lijiang to Lugu Lake Expo in Kunming, the former was rebuilt, and the road very well, and we also deliberately in order to more comfortable and some 12 vehicles rented station wagon. We are also enthusiastic and just-car with us dressed the same as in following the doctrine of Xiao Yang Moso Moso language and learn to sing folk songs, but over the past three hundred kilometers away and the rugged winding mountain road or shaking were all stunned, crying out loud the last to be frustrating too dazed sleep.
The driver on behalf of the master dim heard shouting out "to the observation deck of the." I while I thought he must have been tired and tortured painful enough, the side of the staggered from the car and down. From here look up to the end, you see waves of blue water lie in the mountains among the five treasure island camel, framed in the lake, the lake a few Zhu Caochuan slowly moving forward, the lake spread out around the pendulum with some villages, nearly 4000 meters across from the Lion Peak stands prominently in the lake. Looking back to find companions, they are looked at side of the lakes and mountains while listening to Xiao Yang tell the story of her hometown. Yes ah, so beautiful and peaceful landscapes and exotic folk should be allowed to brag about her.
To the hotel, I am eager to Shuaixia luggage, picked up the camera, across a tea bush, alone in the lake. Yes, the lake, I come!
Playing with the camera is busy, "the lake by boat it?" A ten-year-old face and dark complexion, wearing a T shirt but the color worn clothing little girl, speaking in Mandarin asked me to certain standards, so that wiped out all my thoughts. She looked down point, 56 the same clothing the local folks of different ages are Yonglan lay under the trees the sun dodging the plateau. Walk past and they chat in a stream of apparently handed their "Hongtashan" played a role, they are very enthusiastic response to my question. From their Mandarin with a heavy local accent that I vaguely understand that they have not paid much attention to women's education, and even many of them have not completed compulsory education. Let the big mountains out of my eat was very surprised, actually matriarchal families, such as those! Respectively, have been sorry when I did not pen the book, or a small gift and I say hello snow.
Evening drive 20 minutes to the village fell into the water. Obviously, this is true economic level, depending on lake and built many of them are up to the fourth floor Muleng Fang, mostly as an inn, guests from all sides everywhere. Just returned from the lake to catch a bullfrog taste was very tasty, and a home-made Su-Li Ma with a slightly acidic wine Xia Du, numerous Jiuli a few of my a bit dizzy. Xiao Yang about companion and trail walk in the lake, when it was found out when the lake has not come so calm, the waves hitting the rocky shore, the surf splashes Lao Gao can not help but let me face the Lugu Lake has quietly stop for a while.
Night has been concentrated, this is a joyful time. Sturdy young man and a beautiful girl dressed in Mosuo costumes, around the circle around the bonfire, and a flute marching step, and sometimes dance light, sometimes fast-paced, rough or energetic, or a warm cheerful, from time to time issue "A Well Ah Well, Well "deafening roar and sing the melodious folk songs. It was for us to move the feelings of these non-native has played a hing, hastens to throw off the shackles of the body of all, aside from Afar early binding, jump Guozhuang dance, singing, "Kangding Love Song," this piece of hot melt in the lives of these .
The next morning the lake by boat. Clear, bright once again stirred up the lake to our feelings, leaving the near shore, blue sunny yang, our boat afloat as the Mei-yu. Xiao Yang exactly when the girl with a boat, with Moso language sang "Beautiful Mosuo Lake", beautiful songs, such as last night. When they sing "Love Elder brother," I and other men respond loudly, causing a vessel laughing.
Home visits have been scheduled for the afternoon of Mosuo unanimously to replace the small Yang a guest, it is particularly busy after the village fell into the water. Small Yang at the Lion Rock at the foot of the other side, take the dirt road about half an hour later, surrounded by more and more are empty mountain vegetation, and roadside Muleng Fang also obviously old worn out a lot, more than halfway through road has been washed down mud-rock flow, and good is sunny. To the entrance to the village, a switch on the front Village Road, Road, are filled with mud and deep ruts, the car reversed image is a boat in the waves in the road, our rejection was perturbed, and on behalf of the master has a reputation as a "free of charge Massage. " Stopped, we are thought to, but found that roads, but no, only of streams, may be opposite the houses are still San Wubai meters. Keep all windows, front Niuxiang streams, marched in the center of a sudden I saw around the spray thrown high, mountains, villages, fields are Yunliwuli, and we save a sum chef said with a smile on behalf of the washing costs.
As can be seen from the house, a small Yang conditions in the local economy doing a good job by our drama called "luxury" tall and spacious room, with two-story, rich in local characteristics. Hut planted with fruit trees, something called "bonus" of fruit and taste like apples, so we held a full flavor. Next, simplicity and passion coupled with a rich food and wine table so that we Circuit in the fireplace next to the opening magnanimous eat a meal.
Dark night, and we rush back to change the Village Road. In the village you can see a man walking marriage, we also joke and he himself was a local hire a "Assia", we found the road rising more and more risk, perhaps along the dirt road on the Lion Rock coil. The dim lights shining faintly in front of the road, mountain appeared to break out of its quiet tired, demonstrating its ferocious, everywhere is the cliffs and sharp turn. Scared of my companions who never stopped screaming along the way, we also put heart hanging heart, the wheels onto asphalt, we found that the palm has long been a sweat.
Back to the two-star hotels, rushed a "hot" water bath, the next day with a cold back to Lijiang.
Author: oldswallow_1
