Had always thought of Yangshuo, Lijiang and his ilk powder gas too, compare the snowy plateau boundless earth, this land of fireworks Willow Lane is a disdain to go. Which would like to go after the out of control, so actually miss the time, but also the idea of germination of the Zaiqu.
Xu is a Petty Bourgeoisie entangled long time, set foot on West Street from the beginning, I was held by her laid-back calm attitude deeply impressed.
West Street in Yangshuo County, west edge of this name. The same Southern town, the same native soil, the same quartzite road, the same gray bricks arcades, not the same as it is style.
Blue sky and white sun, the West no tourists, most of them are still sweet aftertaste of sleep the night before the frenzy Xiang Yan. Close to launch time, only see the colored cafe's door, in twos and threes of people lazy to leaning back in the wood, like combing his beard afternoon lying in the wall of the cat, the sun quietly, softly to drink tea and chat, or just blankly look at the street dangling faces, jumping around the figure, until sunset West Ramp up the lanterns until the bluestone moisten.
The shop down the doors are wide open to welcome visitors all directions, are the same as Lin's Store, a small simple, sell the national colors are mostly arts and crafts, it is not put it down. From clothes to the batik silk weaving, embroidery to weaving process from national, and even Chairman Mao badge, the old woman's feet are now printed and sold shoes and ancient Dongba writing T-shirt, a co-foreigner preferences, everything. Most folk thing, in fact, most international, artistic charm, no more than this, no wonder our international friends intoxicated which Liulianwangfan. Of course, the price Well, look at your full mental acceptance strategy.
Blurred low, mellow soft singing echoed in every corner of the West, singing in everyone's hearts. Really surprised by the CD shop in the West can be so much treasure Amoy to the plate. Norah Jones and Don Williams in turn tells us, "Don't know why", just "come away with me", to feel "the golden morning sun".
West Street in Bar reputation in Sanlitun Beijing can be comparable to, but also can be compared blooming Square Street of Lijiang, but it is also with the two very different styles. West Village bar for each one restaurant are highly characteristic decorations are all distributed thick exotic style, it is the most used objects ---- Zhuopu logs, rafts, and creel. Bizarre painted a strong color and contrast to attract the tourists do not step in before the random table covered with a piece of blue cloth can become the reason you are stopped, stepped up the wooden floor crunching give you is how a kinds of ancient and romantic sense of ah.
Apple cake, pasta and cheese and meat pizza were very Jalan bacon flavor, and sometimes completely Western-style flavor to what right where I often wondered. Away from the impetuous city, the pace of life here has become slow and leisurely, and slowly savor, West Street, where each has a balcony is most exciting moment, each bar is the story of both a Western and a Eastern myth, go, go listen to one bartender for every legend tells about their life, and then tell their own inner life, the original can also be so. Foreigner is coming, foreigner is going. Street foreigners has changed? West has changed or is it us?
Moon water, mist wet lapel.
Stone Road, suffused with blue light.
Night shadow of the West is much more lively than the daylight, bars more wanton unassuming, quietly put up Shop door will be cut off from outside noise. I do not know where to gush from the crowd, know do not know, a smile became a friend tonight. Of alcohol filled the air, are in one place, but four eyes free, is already restless heart is more afraid of the bar.
Originally want to play the "string of bar," but only the first bar between the people there is no way to continue moving on the steps, and then lost in the thick of the moonlit night. Separated by a glass of beer and a chic candelabra, through the flickering candlelight, a foreigner alone drinking a daze, looking at his eyes deep into the night sky ... ...
Rou Rou's Ye Feng breeze hair without the need for multi-lingual, but quietly leaning against the fence, watching the distant mountains, watching the waves, lightly melancholy little by little cohesion, shear constantly tangled, so be it, and the aromatic coffee or tea, Gone with the Wind very far, very far away Gone with the Wind into the endless black ... ...
Street neon kept jumping, scattered on the sparkling water of the Lijiang River, and accompanied by a ripple a Yang Yang. This bewildering night drunk people, you can choose to return to their own, and then, or completely not her own.
I chose the latter; Well, you?
Author: shelphen
