Sometimes, the journey let us forget his spots exist trace, just a reminder of this sunrise and sunset entanglement, but also forget the specific time of the metal needle. To look back and I feel very honored, I have forgot himself. Although they were sad that some faint touch needles. . . . . .
Quicksand along the way stream. A person more than 40 days and returned to Guangzhou, I can not remember the first few days was back in the showers suddenly remembered that he was not to celebrate a birthday? Anxious to turn off the calendar, mood slowly landed, birthday has expired, and is already half a month overdue. Looking out the window the rapid integration of the single-tone, dark night, I could not help but to laugh at themselves, and some inexplicable hint of sadness. Daze of emotions dissipate, I come up with a record of journey notes, so that figures to find pictures of my birthday that day, Where am I? Hearts secretly hope that day is rich, seems to be no alternative.
Looked at tickets, birthday the day before returned from Lugu Lake Lijiang ancient city, date of birth in the morning and Beijing's friends in the wood, where to eat breakfast + lunch, if only for rice wine, a touch of drunk drunk can not taste around here去. And not far from the sight of the big stone, today's large stone bridge is different, there's men in selling eagles, 60. Gray Bald bald veteran, I really like the old, originally Naxi men slipped out of birds in the Great Bridge, did not think about cold and rain, did not thoroughly research the customs, gestures, language. Looking at the line of sight that a high level of the bridge, just quietly watching. Suddenly heard a bell ring, his horse is very bright colors, aims only at boosting waist of the horse, Liang Er-shun fur, and instantly appear in the minds of the characters --- Tea-Horse Road. If the tea and coffee are the source of fellow, look at this stone on the road passing by the cavalry and get a cup of coffee entrance, do not know what kind of fairy tale, the picture in front of us slowly away. . . . . . .
At noon went to the Wood House itself, like the kite stood he pulled his Akira in the sky. In that they could see the roof is a Taoist temple in Lijiang many spent more than an hour. Look at the people and out of doors to observe the view, Tao Xie signed long is quasi-qualifications, has been humming. This is turn the whole jade carving, and above 64 hanging, I go to the previous three A's sign. Hint of years, there are faint away. If There is a large bell, the bell will be mass changed the entire city, accompanying the water gurgling sound of stone roads.
Naxi ancient music at night listening to all occupied, and Xuan Ke old man is very appealing, a different color of people laughed. Afterwards, and Fudan brothers, brothers go to a Korean culture in Hong Kong bar. One night in Lijiang Mu Bandeng cover corner, bars that have Xuanza sound. Sometimes the need to drop it in a show where every one sound.
Naxi ancient music that night sleeping in the upstairs, and now in retrospect, so many pictures of the late musician, and that the number of field ancient music, has come to the people, the future generations, who had come to the stage of the people, the audience of people. Whether or planks of the fibers are traces of the enemy, hurried walk, and then walk to come back, and gone can not come back. Perhaps forgotten is the only constant. . . . . .
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Author: xieenrong
