Zhongdian is the Dali later. Dali is the last leg of the walk.
Feelings of Dali, I have superficial knowledge about a return to (in fact, I have been walking the table remain in the skin of each region).
Because I felt a hint of fatigue. Or, I began to miss home and goes on a warm and comfortable bed.
I used the "swept" to describe the Shangri-La tour, then in Dali, I can not find a better word to describe it.
From left to reach 9 hours. May be able to use "flash."
Dali This should be a place to slow down, even slower than in Lijiang, but also lazy.
But I was extremely rushed to break into them, and then rush to washed out.
Seem so out of tune.
Noon when they arrived in Dali, I put a big discount on the South outside the MCA's book bar inside, called a chicken fried rice grains.
Is precisely this fried rice, I am fully experience the Dali's leisure. I have to eat less than one-fifth of such rice.
After dinner, I stepped into the ancient city. Transparent sunshine through every pore, feeling comfortable.
Mildly refined relative to Lijiang and Dali seemed accessible atmosphere. The revival of several large road to the castle at one go to pierce.
Open-air bar is usually a small table covered with blue and white tie-dye cloth, and put on a flower stuck in a transparent Shuiping Zi Ji Duo.
Simple, leisurely.
Here, I did not see those who follow the group wearing a hat and flag dig the tickets for their tours.
Mostly dressed in stylized T-shirts wandering aimlessly wandering the streets, let the sun kiss your skin a warm exotic guests.
Bars and cafes scattered to read eyes and chat hidden smile.
The contents of a small roadside shop not much character, the boss is also one pairs of business not care expression.
Inn spent quietly blooming on the windowsill, Willow City, downstairs at the lazy sprawl.
Everything seems to be leisurely.
I, however, using rapid eyes looked all that.
"Do you want a boat" "You do not travel Erhai Lake," the roadside a few wearing sun hats Aunt break out at me.
"20," I blurted out. The low bid so that they can Henhendideng I N eyes, "never seen 20 yuan to swim Erhai Lake," and then bitterly to quit.
"Can you add a little? I quickly opened the boat." In which a continued patience.
"But I have plenty of time," I smiled and she said, an expression depending on the time, such as dirt. In Dali, time is your biggest capital.
As I step out of less than 5, she compromise.
So I put the arms of Erhai Lake. Once again, the familiar blue and hugged.
Lugu Lake's deep blue made me feel young, lively, soft, psychedelic. Like a girl mysterious smile.
The Erhai Lake's deep blue makes me feel calm, calm, cordial and tolerant. If the mother has a warm sense of caring.
The warm wind swept sparkling Erhai Lake, the wind blowing through my face.
Distance, is a lush Cangshan.
Blue and Green will always have a harmonious mix. Oh.
Kam Sho, Elvin cruise ship docked at the island, other people excited about on the ground island tea drink three, and I am sitting alone Erhai while eating grilled shrimp excited string.
The face of Erhai Lake, I have a bunch of string and can not stop. The famous three tea by my forgotten.
Grilled shrimp Aunt happy crowed.
Boat dock, I was on the carriage.
A man sitting in spacious carriages clatter clatter of hoofs and the jingle jingle of Oreocharis very sweet. Surrounded by pastoral scenery. Glossy dark green of rice in the wind Yaotouhuangnao, maturity.
According to the reflection of a Three Towers of Dali photos come the sole purpose of a plan.
Bump to the Three Pagodas reflection of parks, locked the door trying to get me depressed. Since the photos are not the reflection of a shadow on the photo bar. In the Three Pagodas in front of the people I saw were dressed grandstanding temples and Three Pagodas, illegible to press under the shutter, and then left quietly. For fear of my dissatisfaction led to the old monastery where monks of the "six pulse Sword."
Back to the ancient city, I picked a tie-dye to commemorate my trip to Dali. Sell tie-dyed Grandpa simple and honest way out thank you letters to prove that Yi Da visitors own fabric genuine, fair trade, cheat you are a dog. We are happy to deal.
Back to the MCA to take a big package, hastily left the city to scare away the pace leisurely evening.
Sitting on a bus bound for the railway station, I saw the screen color under the Erhai Lake, silence You Lan.
Starting the train the moment, I suddenly discovering that Dali's "romantic" has nothing to do with me.
Author: joejoezcx
