Notes from the Yunnan Province, Yunnan, blooming where
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Yunnan, where flowers (1)
Travel Time: April 23, 2001
I thought of going to Yunnan, the mind of the words are a place to bloom. So this blooming place, and I imagine the brilliant flowering hill and dale. Clear and pure, or a warm, voluptuous. Crystal and delicate flower who identified, those delicate and meticulous shapes, then the growth of natural liberty joyfully. It allows you to diffuse into a pure beauty in the. This blooming place in my imagination is a beautiful fairy tale. I do not know how to recount my blooming obsession with obsession. I used the whole soul, every minute of the nerve to feel the emotional flowering. Identified the formation of flower and color illusion.
I feel some emotion and Food of Love is born, and inexplicably unable to explain.
Notes from the Yunnan Province, Yunnan, where flowers (1)
The train slowly walk out of the window under the misty rain, rain accumulated on the glass window of the train, forming a stain stains stained world. Through the loss of the window glass, leisurely remember graduating from high school that year, alone in a strange city, helpless. Sitting on the bus on the scene, that is a rainy sky.
After a wild train and saw a piece of roses, despite the ground in front of the roses is not the thought of a brilliant and beautiful. But the roses to the word still gives me a lot of fantasy.
A lot of people on the train, all the positions are filled with seated viewers, I am dripping eye drops, a slight sting prompted big drop big drops of tears rolled cheeks, I am sad to think of a Leila sounded the Jakunen.
Train further away, out the window in a large flat green, a neat there is no contention natural green, evenly and grow with peace, without too much depth without too many barriers.
I always arrive, but "In the early morning wake up one day in a strange and beautiful of the party" into temptation.
Trains passing through the city I live, I was reminded of my loved ones, remember that I live in the city, passing in front of it, I could not bear, could not bear to tell their parents, afraid they are concerned and worried about all the wind and frost, I only way to feel, along the way to exile his dream of a place flowers, thinking his father's most beloved daughter on the road. Is still not for the faint heart.
This end is still deep down there is a feeling of rootless wandering sadly. A sense of the kind of rootless wandering mind in a strong breeding ground for long. It is a kind of do not want to acknowledge but can not but face the emotions.
I walk in the carriage, walking in the seats and the crowd full of narrow Road, in this strange and familiar image of the scene being free. In the walking back and forth.
Night. Am. Carriage of persons sleeping position gestos. Those who know and people do not know one another stick together. There are also covered with newspaper, lying on the board, under the chair. Just give him a head in the aisle. Middle of the night, I am sleepy in the toilet ran, staggered for fear of accidentally goes on a foot in the aisle in the face.
The road-ying out Jigen red string, so, we have interest to try to weave a rope tied around her with the Okanagan beautiful red Chinese knots, the original Happy is also very simple, like a red rope, you can also create a beautiful心情.
A hint of sunshine suddenly out of the window, there is a surprise, for a long time without feeling the sun, the sky had been raining, Shen has been a gray mist, and as if the whole city for display in a smoke around the air.
Going to Kunming, the sun bright up suddenly, seeing the warm sun, eyes and mind a while strings halo, a very real invasion, and then felt the hot sun, baked in the body. Later, and sitting next to him talking to several people, including two of Dali, Yunnan, youth, looks almost the same, but in fact the two of them only 16 years and 18 years. Days! So small,
I was thinking, I have done what the age of 16, at the age of 16 and 23 years old then? What are they busy? The passage of this time and I do not have measures Mang.
Four o'clock the car finally arrived in Kunming stood. Oh! Finally going to appear in front of a place. Outbound when we crossed the long tunnel, tunnel without light, reaching not see the kind of five fingers, revealing only see the light at the end, I hope that this will touch the dark through the absolute light.
Out of the platform, a prosperous streets and between populations, there is a very familiar feeling, or sense of the city's prosperity. Inquiries into the night to Dali car trips, we have a four-hour stay in Kunming, I watched Maek ran shuttle vehicles and people, is still a loss. Under the bus, walk in this neat and clean city.
And I-ying in the street looking for snacks, golden color and attractive to those of corn, we are excited to a person bought one, and holding in their hands and wait to chewing, but in fact are indifferent taste, ate a few mouthfuls of more and more is tasteless and I-ying, right, as the corn and smile to. Or all of the things that are like this. Then, we sat on the street, gnawing the hands of the corn planted with colorful butterflies street flower. In this blooming city, and I do not see the bloom and spring, this time, large drops of rain falling in large drops, we do not hide, still sat nibbling the hands of corn. I will find the flowers do? I can not feel strongly that the city's flowers.
After bridge, suddenly saw the green trees on the street turned out to be Magnolia purse. Flowers white and resplendent. Oh, in Guangzhou, I've seen a few trees at the, and this city is all kinds of Kathmandu streets are.
We have an alley to find a snack street, and then Bianba those who are not eaten all the snacks to eat again. In eating these snacks when. Eat a lot of medicine.
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