If you can only use one word to locate Lijiang, I can only write one word: ink.
From the winding mountain road to Lijiang, Shangri-La's departure, my heart is with the twists and turns of the road with ups and downs along the way, always thinking about does not want to understand their minds, Lijiang, why is a very simple small town southwest of surprise, would be or vice versa so that so many thousands of miles from The Traveler spontaneously, only to find a quiet moment the soul?
Gradually close to Lijiang, the sun gradually Ming Lang, March sunshine, warm to hot, soft, Wen Wanru southern section of the tapestry.
White, blue, the whole town only a very simple two kinds of colors, the reconstruction after the earthquake, Lijiang County, the sun infinitely gentle elegance, as if an elegant chic Song Ci Xiao Ling. Sometimes the fate of a city so close to humans, a catastrophic destruction, brought about, it was a more dynamic rebirth.
In the leisurely time in the natural Youran walked, there is no purpose, a walk along the way to see the heart nothing thinking, feelings have no one. Yulong Snow Mountain of holy water from the mountains, gurgling flow, flow into the Yuquan River, was divided into Sancha meanders around the city, making the entire city spotless, fresh and pleasant; a seat of the Naxi Mulou faint elegant, quaint quiet; brick roof wood lattice windows, bright screen wall, a good warm living environment; green stone bridge, Yang Liu Yiyi, I do not know may have Tsing Yi Su-skirt Naxi woman linshui sigh Huarong? The entire city of a street scene, a house an alley, Wansi a Mazumdar elegant Jiangnan ink. "Arch bridges such as the rainbow, the mirror of water, such as air, boat Gently rocking the misty rain, the girls Linshuei sigh Huarong", which is not exactly young, I do dream of the Yangtze River Delta?
In Jiangnan, fun state of mind, I still dream of the pioneers, Jiangnan's passing; came to Lijiang, vaguely Wansi back to my dream of the south, suddenly, the though is that southern women, with a Tsing Yi, Wu Fa Ru Bao, on one side Gently rocking the boat in clear water, clothing and Yang Fu Liu, gently singing childhood grandmother bridge, all the way Shanghai Triad, Triad, rocking forward, my young dreams of South ......
For a time, life, some hard thinking antennae, Chomp's perseverance, dedication no regrets, this time leisurely in the water rippling in the Yuquan Roubo years, unlimited soft, again soft, soft, such as the southern section of the tapestry.
Under the sun, Tsing Yi Su-skirt from the Naxi woman sitting next to me slowly through it, the back of some dazzling daytime. For a time, some do not understand why the American botanist John Locke, thousands of miles from the bustling country, came to this remote southwestern town, the youth, dreams, passion, and even lives freely realized in this piece of barren land? Locke lifelong bachelor, lives for the Lijiang Qing Qing, wrote nearly a million words of articles published in National Geographic magazine, giving ancient mysterious oriental China, such as the bright stars shining in the sky of world culture, but also left behind thousands of photos, in order to later people to study the ancient and splendid culture of Lijiang and leave behind precious historical materials. This piece of land of poverty, even in the inclusion of a Chinese and Western cultures can adhere to itself after?
Life, perhaps we do not need too many clear answers, Shen prostitution in Lijiang time as soft as satin, I no longer had daily thoughts of lazy and doing nothing shameful, life is like a pool of pure relaxed and, Rou Rou Shun cis to the waves rolling, flaunt jumped up, with ease, and again with a calm, and the song, and dance, and sad, Ju Xi, the survival of their own ideal posture.
Walk slowly, slowly watching, Lijiang hermit and celebrities as much, but feel mysterious and a little more quietly speculations. Jiangnan ink painting elegant, different style of Chinese and foreign tourists and Tsing Yi, Naxi people wearing clothes of mourning embraced modern civilization and ancient ancient folk culture calmly coexist, Yulong Snow Mountain's snow, the ancient city of brilliant sunshine; Tiger Leaping Gorge desperation rapids, the cool and pleasant town of Lijiang, the wooden palace of rainy weather Liufang, leisurely sway of the Naxi ancient music, natural landscapes and historic and cultural contrast between the cross-dissolve together, went so far as Ming to play a tune extremely elegant and harmonious notes.
Lijiang, too many to write the text, too, almost every word Zhu Yu, Bao Zhan feelings. Looking ancient book, daunting beauty in those words, I can not help too much love for this small town southwest of left heart back - come to Lijiang, the most painful is that even to leave.
Xi-I will carry on, Yang Liu Yiyi, I finally was to leave Oh, but, gently waved, how many times, this small town southwest of refreshing to be in my dreams reluctant to part again?
Net network, constantly have friends to Lijiang, Lijiang constantly brought me the news, or praise, or demoted, were numerous. Many times, I just stood Lijiang distance, far from watching the bent stick Napian pure soul heaven, even if only an illusory beauty.
Gently enough in one fell swoop, we can once again set foot on Napian beautiful land, I was no closer Lijiang courage.
Perhaps a person alive, there should be a spirit of relying on? Has been reluctant to re-enter Lijiang, perhaps, that is derived from first met in Lijiang, the ink pastel hues of a stunning photograph of the southern rivers and lakes map, then moved to return to the kind of juvenile wandering south of the warmth and elegant?
I am afraid, really afraid of, in modern society, surging wave of business, once a party soul Pure Land, infected with secular smoke.
Could it be, right Lijiang have had all kinds of wonderful Thanks for the Memories, just a less mature state of mind of travel?
Will be once again to go to Lijiang, just that, Zaiyu Lijiang, I may be just a passing through.
Author: weiwei286
