Red Dust Diaolan Qiu Mei Yuan
- Snow Inn Lijiang, a small mind I had always thought was a place to rest, tired, tired of the confusion of the need to re-organize their time to rest can go to Lijiang. Walk on water here Linhe Street, was admitted to hospital can be about anything, nothing to do, so that the brain is empty, so that physically idle, slowly as if the ancient city of Bagua Zhen years wandering without purpose.
The ancient city is at an altitude of 2,400 meters on the side jade seal, surrounded by green hills, Jade River flows in town, take the street wearing Lane, comfortable mischievously. Noticeable frame in the style of the water the more than 350 wooden bridges and stone bridge, recording the story of countless residents and travelers. This is such a wonderful city ah the plateau south of the town, set in one plateau and Gusu scenery is unforgettable. The city is now streaky slab on the road has been smooth out raw Run, Think about it, there have been many caravans have gathered here, how many scholars to recite here, how many lovers here, stamp their feet, the number of travelers winding, refused to go back here before so that the streaky Stone Road, have become so skittish sentimental.
Since it is trimmed to Lijiang, then we must find a pleasant courtyard living, can we truly physical and mental relaxation, living naturally than New City hotel city inn came to live with charm. Has just entered the ancient city, I wish I could find a Naxi-style courtyard filled temporarily, the best there is in front of flowing water, the courtyard, landscaped trees, the room comfortable at random. When I was carrying his own backpack just 500 meters away, but feel some tired, they really found such a courtyard, very, very happy. I hastened to stay in office procedures, and then threw my luggage on the bed, they rushed to the yard, standing in the courtyard, the amused eyes, feel the shadows of flowers mottled sunshine, smell the flowers and fragrance scattered in the yard. The middle of the yard, placed in bamboo tables and chairs and sun umbrellas, crowded flowers, the cobbled courtyard is divided into a land surrounded by housing, trails, Qian Chen is not dyed. Sitting in the courtyard around the middle of watching two small Mulou painted red, carved pane, fine unique and the middle of a Danshou roof guarding, cornices decorated with auspicious objects, Ming-yan and moving to the public yet simple. On the second floor courtyard ringed by a circle of beauty railings, lean on a railing or sitting or standing, customs million species, the sun is good, you can get a good book here to show Volume leaning sidelong read, let alone think about were enchanted.
Because I was walking through chaos loitering get lucky to find this Swiss Snow Inn, has no plans in advance of my trip, of course, there is no pre-booking the room, while the Swiss Snow Inn This business is booming, many rooms have been booked in advance, therefore, the total is the place I live in the incident room was set, but the guests want to come I was always forced innkeeper for the room, and therefore, I have lived on the first floor on the second floor of the room and feel a different atmosphere.
The first few days, I live on the first floor, night clubbing, and local friends to come back, I always drowse away the chaos, but a city where the river as our guide, I always returned to residence, which is in front of a river beauty. Swiss Snow Inn and the famous Square Street just a few steps away in the evening marching smooth, clean stone road, cross a small bridge seat, watching the reflections of a small river, Moon and Star, as if his feet on the step above, do not let unconscious Light slowed down for fear of disturbed the quiet elegance of the moonlight. "Small wind-driven water, Ling slowly sound songs. Off the small city of temporary booths, light makeup tomorrow night." Back to the Inn to see far in front of red lanterns, printed red wooden doors, the door has gold lion-shaped buckle, Xu Yan forward and gently pushed open the door if pushed open the time, immediately across time and space, back to the ancient Naxi Ren life times. The evening, there is another inn style, through Hun Hun yellow lights, around the stone paths and that we could access to the inn is set within a European-style bars, I do not know whether the years of the innkeeper in Europe. Bar side of the fireplace, because I went to Lijiang, a time when the autumn, so the fireplace is not on fire, and a bit small sorry, but I still like the tea cup to sit beside the fireplace, idly watching the time slip away, and I normally race against time of living compared to the thrill of a sudden a kind of revenge. I can not drink on the hearth of the wild roses grow in Yunnan to drink bubble tea bud, savory sweet, lips and teeth taste, beauty eyesight. Can also sit here and Inn owner, or minority girl attendant chat, pure truth. Boss is the Yi, waiter, there are Naxi, Moso, are reported to the ancient city is being set up the stage door of "The Same Song", Swiss Snow Inn also performed on stage, unfortunately, time does not allow, without a treat, enjoy.
Inn rooms, clean and comfortable, standard rooms, there are separate toilet, said the ancient city where the inn, there are very few independent bathroom, so I can find for itself a unique inn so deeply his own wise. Room, wood beams, bamboo chairs, wooden floors, white linens, dim lighting and India warm lining, look exceptionally warm. I noticed that there is a quiet sophisticated heating equipment stand in the window, presumably to the winter here, too warm as in spring is very pleasant. Fatigue during the day, after every wash, Yong Zhao quilt a little bear to sleep, and finally a look out the window of the stars, it is to meet. I have had insomnia problems, are most afraid of sleeping there is any static and dynamic, but in this Dongnuanxialiang wooden building to, even though there are birds outside the window, there is barking, it was the pound, up and down wooden stairs sound, but I still think that sweet and dreamless sleep the night. Morning, the birds made a dog, flowers into the room, I was full of energy, the first thing, first open the window, watching the sun come speckled lively jumping into the room, Manshi fragrance. Courtyard inside the table, a vase of wild flowers jumped the unknown with renewed vitality. Opened the door, it would only cute puppy name is jim, it lay on my mat in front of the sun, which rise and friendly grin at me, and then continue to enjoy its sun bath. Said there had to mention the dog, its lazy day wandering in the inn, get up very early to inspect Sahuan Square Street, a time when many people return to Inn on the rest. Temper meek, for each of the guests are very friendly, not noisy no trouble, very well-behaved, I would eat when it sit on the sidelines, not silent, is not like those who do not want to discuss a hurry begun to learn about dog food, is very demeanor look. I lived there when the dog returned to a bath.
Lived on the second floor when the upstairs and downstairs steps must be light, because it is not Mulou noise, though the upper pound, down the sound pleasing to the ear, but can not be disturbed by other tenants, if it was loud, the boss will be good reminder. Moreover, few have the heart to destroy this harmony and peaceful atmosphere, everybody is very quiet, very relaxed, feel comfortable, like your heart, read. I, facing the sun, combing hair, watching the sun sprinkled in my hair, lights flashing, the mood became very, very good. I wear the long one Tibetan silver earrings, a silver leaf earrings, leaning against the railings point of view throughout the Inn Green walls, Daiwa, carved windows, red-lacquered doors, flowers and trees trees, water bridges, and consciously such as dissolved into the painting.
To leave the Swiss Snow Inn, when it is early in the morning, I am a bit reluctantly, the early morning mist Qinglong the inn, quiet and calm. Jim sent me up along the way, it ran back and forth around me. I have several times the urge to return to the Old Town of Lijiang, Swiss Snow Inn, has not gone away, already miss.
When the Qing Shi Lu, Fu-tung, the door opened there?
Author: fengqiwu
