January 28, 2003 the twelfth lunar month of 26
Evening glow, the green plants hanging in such a gentle country rock Dangzhe the terrace bar, the rise of the top of thick clouds can be seen between Cangshan reveals a golden afterglow of sunset, the mood idle. Slowly, the sun falling fast into the back of the Cangshan. In this city ten years ago, wander off, looking at once familiar and everything went so far as wearing a decade ago that are still pieces of bar sweater, but I can no longer susceptible to the passage of the kind of youthful feeling, except Tian Tien faint, the enjoying the mild winter dusk on the plateau of Yunnan.
Yesterday morning was also a business trip in Guangzhou, to throw too late under the task at hand, non-stop in Kunming, Sheng Ye 11 more trains, dawn arrived in Shimonoseki. To the bus station to buy tickets tomorrow to Tengchong, riding 4-way car slowly swaying to the ancient city. The sun has just come to his face, entered the south gate of 100 meters away from the self-service travel MCA HOTAL House courtyard, ivy, large turtle climbing vine randomly in wooden huts around a few bundles tall bamboo bending interval trails, swimming pool next to the mountain azalea, Camellia, Rose 3322, trees at the Tieshu end up with orange-red fruit, old Jingpang rattan chair waiting for lazy tourists come back ... ... to take over the Naxi artists come from England boss hailed Nima black tea, sat down in the brazier side, after toiling for a months, the nerve has finally relax, and I feel like throwing in the courtyard of the morning sun as bright. Along the iron ladder on the old-fashioned Mulou opened the room, small bathroom 24-hour hot water, bed sheets white, as well as blanket, the window is a flowering garden, good comfort, as is the off-season, only 50 yuan / Inter-what.
True blue sky, from the top of Cangshan clouds drifting over the slightest touch of the wind flowing, such as flying on the Dunhuang murals. Chase the clouds, the letter into the old city buildings, over five Chinese buildings, the warm winter sun falls very generously sprinkled on the walking street. There are a few days on the Chinese New Year啦, love of people along the street hawking in the ancient city of flower colors of camellias, rhododendrons, orchids, 10 samples Jin, farmers were collected from the Wild Cangshan tea the most popular blink of an eye the people have big hands and hold Wild tea, smiling to buy food went home. Ancient buildings, compared with ten years ago added a lot of those memories, black tiles on the roof of the yellow grass disappeared, people lived in the days of fresh, people also means that run-down nostalgia thing, of course, has long been passed.
Eat a bowl of warm pea flour on fried dough sticks, after a door cover, look inside one aiming, there is the Orchid Show, dig into, uh, tiger orchid, Cymbidium, Sanjiang Dragon names such as Dali, Lan Lan told me this blind eyes opened. Buy tickets for 1 yuan Yu-er into the park, about to fall into the ocean of Kocha forest, large bundle big bundle pink, red, variegated flower tea big bowl full of branches, flowers under the drill to drill to go Huazhiluanchan, It took my eyes. Tea Woodside Bach Mai are tall, flowering Retention has expired but still a lot of petals, distribution of the delicate fragrance; a few slip Yingchun, Jiao Huang's Saika are in full bloom; a Heart, an independent arch at the Creek side, compared with the excitement of Camellia, naturally a very lonely. Those who walk the sky clouds, more and more beautiful, in the breeze where thousands of Gone with the Wind very gesture. Blue was透透Cangshan the horizon slowly rolling forward. Many of the birds in the trees off the bare branches Yeer jumping singing - this is the Dali winter. Here, the romantic mood could not afford, rising to her heart, flew to the cloud, wind walk.
Park sun, reading books, to the afternoon, a little sleepy Duo back to Ancient Street, and wandering around洋人街, bubble bookstores, but also to kill more than an hour. Old Town has a lovely place: every family shops, bars, restaurants, entrance desk will be put on a pot or plug in a bunch of Hornsey orchids, rhododendrons, lilies, camellias, calla lily-like flowers, such as ten years ago, I remember the same inside. In some places can not be returned, because the fear of memory things to be corroded, but the Dali, but do not have to. Really, when, and whenever, can come back, walk around to see.
Their own cooking at the roadside shop put a bowl of boiled peas and pickled eggs Ersi sharp, light and delicious to eat, and back to MCA, the chair at the pool side of the sun, back into the house take a nap in a nap. Woke up to see through the little window downstairs, garden attendants are girls smoke pollen, gardening, washing shade it. Downstairs next to the Zantedeschia reading trance. True love here, not scattered nice, empty place to live, how wonderful eight days on the 10 days.
Walked slowly faded in the sun, then walk into the city. Ten years ago, the original plan to have visited the beautiful fishing village of ancient island of dug-color look, and heard that has been developed as tourist attractions, tickets 38 yuan, 20 yuan tickets for the island to be close, and instantly bored. The most beautiful and let it remain in the memory bar.
Buy a few Qingzao, a waxy corn on the cob eating on the streets, and friends came to his coming back Taebaek floor bar. Saw the familiar guests, the bar girl smiling greeting: "You're back!" So we, like home, like on the second floor, friends, like Yunnan coffee beans brewed coffee brought, we sat on this speckled the sun terrace, the petty bourgeoisie sigh cup of coffee, writing mood diary. Dark outside, the light gradually down, and considerate girl brought to the brazier, point of candles, Yin Yun was even more romantic feel.
To leave the bar, walks people's road, in a small restaurant to eat fresh sesame Caichao tofu, broth carp, sen lily, fried Gracilaria Artemisia, very tasty. Boss wife greeted we drink the brew its own plum wine, plum is a Dali specialty shops streets of plum preserves.
February 9, 2003 was the beginning of 9
Lived in the city a long time, mind is filled with pain, but also filled with depressing. Today, in such a warm morning sun Xu wake up, opened the MCA on the second floor landing room curtains, outside Yunnan plateau and transparent blue sky, and the Cangshan SHAN Lan nourish fresh off the courtyard full of flowers, such as the cat curled up in the same soft bed, the raising of enough sleep, I, the bottom of my heart well up Yigu warm feelings deeply that he did not half-vernacular. Thin aftertaste 10 days of arduous journey, their own serious illness, those kind-hearted villagers have moved people to tears, those people can not forget the lifetime of the place ... ... I know that he defeated the disease, the harvest of the earth the last piece of pure land landscape, in the real happy to be alive. Hopefully those landscapes and experience, to witness my heart, know my wishes.
Downstairs, Duo Guo flower diameter, in the pool next to a rattan chair, basking in the sun, invasion, torture me cold for several days finally dispersed, rest enough, and health, gradually recover. And ordered pairs were fried eggs for breakfast, the mind idle, quietly writing travels. Nyima keep the puppy in the foot next to the flourishing their tails, snow Cangshan ups and downs in the head with, clouds are still seen here as 10 a few days ago, as a trace of a trace to walk. The journey with such toil rushing leisure moment, who needs.
Think of that sentence: When you love a place, Xu is due to those exclusive moments. When you fall in love with a person, Xu is due to certain moments and feelings. In this vast world, the beauty of the place is too much involved in this life where we can be difficult to count their number, but give us life-long memories, and even nostalgic, bringing back memories, I am afraid only a few then, as we encountered countless people, can become a confidant of only a few person. Dali's atmosphere, is worthy of nostalgia in my life.
Duodao city at noon, and eat Mandu Laoqin swallows seed casserole carp, Sophora omelette, fried white flowers, paste river snail, Erhai seaweed, drinking plum wine, or in what the old shop, the price while not cheap, but the boss wife hello random people friendly amenities. Wandering in the streets, bought a Buddha carved on the corner like a yak, engraved very modest fine. Back to the MCA, waiter collected our sun sleeping bags in the corridors of the piles of clothing, the room was very warm sun tan. Twilight sleep I've been everywhere, a lot of fatigue, illness, in this day of leisure where had been treated, mental and physical quiet Enron.
Moonlight gradually Sajin carved wooden window frames, 14 days journey vivid, tomorrow we must return to a familiar environment, and I suddenly worry Baigan ... ... 1000
February 10, 2003 was the beginning of 10
Early morning, but also beautiful bright sunny sky. Warm sun, Cangshan on top of snow, clear blue sky on the Jisi leisurely cloud, dotted in all corners of the ancient city of flowers, not scattered the lazy atmosphere, it will be my life-long impression on Dali.
9:00 farewell after more than MCA, the early morning of the courtyard floating Rouhuan music and wife in the pouring retaining her unbeaten flowers are always open, as with familiar friends, greeted with a smile: "come ah!" Come clean city street on random cars on the CMB, Yiyi watched from the side of Erhai Lake gas floating over the lan, and finally with this half day Lonely Ye He-like farewell, my friend's hand grasp, just as firmly grasp the back Zai Mei may be familiar with the environment in all, and my heart filled with nostalgic, melancholy, happiness also sentimental, no to people like ... ...
The afternoon back to Kunming, bird fish insect pictures and wander the market, some in the evening on the plane. Sitting window side of the bare land overlooking the upcoming I am most familiar with the city's Wanjiadenghuo. There I have a lovely family, with stable jobs and relatively quiet life. Goodbye, Dali, Yingjiang, Cina, lights West, Mission Pocun, then layering the rape of the countryside, smoke floating villages, meandering betel Jiang, Dai-Jingpo bustling bazaar, blue soft Nu, bathhouse at the Lisu cheerful fellow, surrounded by snow-capped mountains that fall barrels and Wuli Village, as well as those eager to help me Tengchong, Fugong police, doctors, and cis the royal aunt and wait for me like family, like Ana , Zhang family and those pristine Nu compatriots, that the rivers and mountains to witness my victory over disease, let me hold in mouth full of tears, bid farewell to the last with you deeply ... ...
Author: kittyqiuqin
