Get out of Yunnan - thanks to my friends
Graffiti rain finally collapse over, complete commitment to his friends, but also feelings of past events count to draw a full stop period. Long time no text, but also passage of time, a lot of things can not be made to do its meaning, but it is regrettable.
Stay in Yunnan, 25 days a year later, the total can also inadvertently reminds Napian Plateau bit by bit, there is no reason to miss where the clouds and blue sky. Perhaps, Yunnan planted in my mind, a mood.
Now living in apartments are wooden houses, the back bordered by a lake in the morning to go out often a kind of inexplicable feeling of nostalgia, that lake, and a great taste of grass and trees, deja vu. One day, suddenly came to realize, is the lake. I have lived in the lakeside huts. Once the morning Shengelanyao Wang opened the door on the front of a lake, once in the book bar bordered by a lake holding the cat inside look at Rousseau, drinking my favorite Dian Hong, who personally paddled Zhu Caochuan cry from falling into the water to the big mouth, a stroll along the lake was on the verge of believers to the territory of Sichuan had Mosuo people from the so-called the so-called "walking marriage" of the bonfire evening quietly away, has also been looking at a table table corrupt officials who look like pulling the motor Soe girl Japan unveils ...
Day at a friend's house balcony on the hair in the face of a large lawn and woods in the evening sky is dark, and somehow, they thought of the tiger jumped Naxi Ya-ko rainy night. An empty courtyard in the valley, and Jane, Naxi mother Yanxia listen to the rain while chatting, write those silly message.
Often think of Lijiang. Home tea, paper lamps, wood carvings, small-scale opium called Dongba characters are written in T-shirts, are the shadow of Lijiang. Last visit to Chicago, and friends lost contact with a person at night from the 51st Street subway station Green Line came out I do not know where to go in an old friend for me Ya Jing, the phone, said: "You find a coffee shop first, into what the sit ..." I did not scared to go two steps back on the subway station where, surrounded by staring straight coming and going of black I see, the heart Under the self-mockery, there is not the petty bourgeoisie everywhere cafe in Lijiang, but Chicago's black areas. Remember that time in Lijiang will always be a sudden it began to rain, no matter where, get out of step 10 will always be home to burst into the cafe to the sheltering. Lijiang is also a matter of fact I did not have any particular feeling, perhaps a result of attack and also grew up in a city's sake. Daoshi I remember one night, and grandparents rick street together in bars could be seen clubbing scene, a big man behind the desk actually shot hit the waitress, was originally the man drank too much at the foot of the river wherever thrown bottles, Naxi girl looked at him angry, say 2. People do not apologize for that table instead justifiably "not that drunk Well," Ting Kouyin actually still come from the capital, Beijing. Finally the boss appeasement to apologize, we are angry with those people ... think of the theory of Lijiang is also always thought of Star Runner, the only day of the edge of a friend has also lost his own could not send photos and contact feel guilty.
Were removed from the end when you sleepwalk in the stuporous in Las Vegas. In a Guangyan's Christmas Party on, I thought Lost in the rain falls, that even the toilets are not isolated village, where villagers and remembered by those who turn to them in terms of religion is life all about. I always like to Cheng Tang Shizeng's words, a person should not only be able to endure the worst, but also can enjoy the best. But still wondering why the life forms there so much difference. In Mei's concert, my thoughts have returned to Ninglang Xian was passing through here and happened to catch up with the Torch Festival of Yi Nationality, Liangshan We followed a small stand with the people feel the rain, "Yi Ren Zhi Zao" Session created the climax, surface for their national hero in mind, the Yi people's excitement and enthusiasm tends to saturation, it is the most humble I've seen but most infections a concert.
With regard to Yunnan, thought up, or my friends. If it is not them, I really do not know where their own will now live. All those who directly or indirectly, help me, give me strength to a friend, I'll always be thankful to you.
After leaving Yunnan, here, a friend from the nearby also able to run around everywhere, but already there is no state of mind at that time. A year away, I have the magic in the plateau has gradually faded. This year, too much walking, too much turmoil, too many changes. Year's float, I think I can pick up feelings and re-started.
Out of Yunnan.
Author: solohiker
