Notes from the Yunnan Province, Yunnan, blooming where
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Yunnan, where flowers (4)
Excursion time: May 5, 2001
Last night in the calculation of the funds. Have come to realize I have been running out of money-ying. Can no longer stay in the number of days. But yet not willing to return for this purpose. As a result, three in the discussion on how to make money. I thought extravagant to say going to rock paintings to sell. Has been much talked more than 3:00.
Well today we pick up that stone. And to see a face from the side street 4. It is still reluctant to get out of bed. Constant can not. Meet us had ten minutes after the sanyanjing met.
Wake up, and separate walk-ying, step by step in this ancient city. Early morning, people are not more. I walked along the alley.
I think I had the painting. As a result, took out his sketchbooks. Draw sketches, he painted a one. Found. Lines are soft and should not be so ancient feeling. So changed a pen. The screen feels very natural, very weak, these houses should not be Ruanmian beauty. In the lines and rhythms, delicate and briefly, I see my own confusion. I anxious to make their escape and expression can not face. At this point, it was found, my departure is still to make themselves trapped in a dilemma only difference lies in their environment. So, what is difference between familiar and unfamiliar. I saw his weak and pale. No matter how I walk and leave, I have nothing to be gained, I can only face. To walk the streets, I can not make their true face is an integral for each ordinary details of life. In the past few days, every little elapsed time, I felt very distant. Or is in the realm of strangers, no memory of the familiar invasion. So only way to end the search right. Over time, it is very far away from the present moment very far.
Ying and constant that go to Tiger Leaping Gorge and Zhongdian. I did not go. I really can not make themselves go on and walk away confused and the like cursory.
Ying and constant left, I alone in walking the streets. Morning, I went to the Square Street, get up early to see the four faces. The morning low temperatures. The air surrounding a cold. Feel waves of cold. Drew two sketches. Pedestrian street gradually increased recently. I left the Square Street, went to other places. Lijiang, the temperature differ greatly. Morning, you have to wear thick sweaters and jackets, while at noon, but you only need one T-shirt. The afternoon, you have to take off the sweater will be put on. Night, ditch the fire party, I was a cheerful crowd pleasing to the ears of music. There are groups in the crowded, my thoughts again in the absence of the purpose of surf. Can only see the crowd moving presence. Rock face. I can not focus on any thought, I ran into the crowd, next to the stove. The chill in the cool night temperatures of charcoal to eliminate little by little.
My daily time in the lanes change. In the busy Square Street. Or is the silence and the alleys. I sometimes long in a narrow alley in a family sitting on the door, any thoughts surf. Occasionally there are hard-working women in the shoulders and back with something after the Naxi. I looked at her and disappeared into the alley, this scenario the total to me a strange mind sees. I also can not tell the out that this is what kind of feeling. The emergence of such a character and I was sitting in the alleys seem to have some sort of involvement.
Sometimes, I will find an old house. Into a someone's yard, they will warmly greet you in, sit down, drink water, in Lijiang, each a yard is beautiful. The flowers in full bloom bright and strings Korea. There are quietly blooming with orchids, each household in all kinds of broad market market's orchids. Extremely wealthy, their wealth can not be measured with money. The ancient streets, centuries-old stone paved and gravel road. Each stone is a historical memory. . .
I feel with this ancient city with a strong similarity. This similarity can not make me quiet, green marble slabs next to the houses and flowers, the natural growth of the. I have the tall roses in full bloom when you imagine it is a how beautiful. I do not know the flowers will have a tree in full bloom with so many feelings and imagination.
I was living outside the city's children, there are too many similarities, regardless of the advantages and disadvantages of her are vivid. Walk through every street, is a spiritual walk through呀! I watched in horror as his soul to walk through the light of imaging in the know, I am the dream of flowers, fatigue Cang Sang, circuitous manner in this light appear in 11. She would connive with all my dreams are blooming depression and decadence. In such a connivance. I can only choose to leave. Fortunately, I am not the most beautiful season of her arrival. Otherwise I would have a shield in a more intense struggle.
I do not know how to write any longer. I am not good at written language expression. I just recorded the chaotic feelings. Only recorded at the time a lot, but I have never finishing. In my re-play out the text. Many of the dead pieces back now on the minds of memories.
Do not write, and be written in. . .
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