Weather very hot, has entered in September of.
Wet weather, cold, with spring, I have gone through.
Then I had to wander about, backpack with me, has been left in different locations the same footprint.
Autumn has finally arrived, because of rain, so I stayed.
My heart is still disturbing commotion. Because my body is still continuing with summer temperatures.
Back from Yunnan to the present, no good summing up had been lazy to put thoughts.
Maybe I have to go out, and do not know if this trip will bring in Yunnan as an Inn, perhaps, maybe not.
Perhaps in order to feel I will, maybe I will not be for real.
Qu Wang Kunming in the plane, has been looking out of the clouds, planes below the clouds, such as mountains, cascading forward.
Want me hanging halo, everything is like a real, everything seems to be dreamy.
Do not like to fly, as I like to like to watch clouds at high altitude in the same simple reasons. No answer, because I can not find the answer.
Came to a strange city, out of the station, the are the same strange, bottom of my heart a little bit of fear, it is not fresh and exciting.
To find the city's atmosphere, starting from the language, not luck that people here say I totally do not understand. Eyes behind dark glasses have been observed around the taxi driver, looking for his discourse in this city, look at the future of travel in the feeling.
The way to Lijiang need 9 hours, Night New Year's Eve the dawn of the automobile through a strange land and the wilderness, river gradually down, Hyosung Xi Chen. To the Old Town of Lijiang, the sky actually Piaoqi the strands of rain drift, non-Xu non-illness; Amidst Fei slightly, so that you are the ancients, "Zhan Yi Heng Fa Chuen, rain is not wet, blowing side is not cold Wind in the Willows" and Yun Zhi in the poetic walk through. The ancient city of the door frame and happy that the water tankers were lying still, as if from here you can enter a city, a flower, or a person?
There have been numerous Imagination Lijiang. 1000 individuals in mind there are 1000 Hamlet. When you tap Lijiang morning, at the foot of what has been trampled Qingguang learn a lesson from the great stone roads, seemed truly allow you to read thousands of years ago, the caravans coming and going of the wanton calm and Tisheng flying. Rushing toward us, the six or seven o'clock in the ancient city of Lijiang Yudabajiao.
Lengxiangduanning, this is the first impression of Lijiang. Her quiet, integrity, and restrained and laid-back, save the rich and authentic southern flavor, but the air is also a trace of subtle fragrance and stray Fu Dongzhe the dust. The texture of her imagination that she touched each and every person.
Rained the streets clean, such as washing, residential areas are still doing Yilianyoumeng; sky twilight and tidy streets without an open door. Silence surrounding the city to wear, but after the melt streams purl. Crystal Clear streams that seem to come from a long time ago, flowing, leisurely way through the redwood gray tiles richly ornamented residential areas, the vague shapes of the contours on the roof and windows on a lattice pattern, and then I do not know what is flowing into the future. However, 23 meters wide and narrow less than half a meter. Really a little "flowers fade Can Hong Tsing Hang small swallows returned, people around the green water," in mood. I am afraid this is your dream, complex, and you want to.
Lijiang, the water not far from the towering Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, snow carries a snow-capped mountains of the holy and the ethereal, in that there are places where one is divided into three water tankers into the city, forming Xinhua Street, East Street and the new thoroughfare Yee Street 3 . The most famous of the Square Street of Lijiang will be the end of East Street. It was a colorful slab on the square, in Lijiang of life, whether local or foreigners, are here, like shopping, and sunbathing. From the beginning New Year's Day every day Spring Festival a local song and dance performances, using body language Lotto spring.
9:00 later, the ancient city's residential areas, shops will slowly open, perhaps it's only away from the Story of the intrusion of modern life were not scattered, and the kernel will point to considerable patience, and talent will be reverted to its original features: Simple. In recent days, you have used such a simple way of life, every day 11:00 to get up, then go to the ancient city's restaurant to eat a local specialty breakfast - Lijiang Baba, chickens, grass jelly, beans, rice casserole, buttered tea. Shining of the sun shining was short, has been able to table, you like that feeling. You do not want get up early, because of travel fatigue will weaken the strength of your gratitude folk customs.
Bustling street, like most of the costume drama where the scene, my eyes look around, my heart has been flying up. I followed the flow of people, move forward, unwilling to miss every one store. They are distributed fascinated by Xiang, fooled me in the eyes of my heart: national costume dress, the Dongba characters, tie-dye is produced wood carvings, handicrafts, medicines, cloth ... ... lot of things have to use the ancient city known as the " living hieroglyphics "Dongba characters. Whether in clothing or the board, in crafts or handwoven cloth on, can see it's shadow. They mostly talk about the blessings, love the theme, such as "smooth sailing", "learning progress," "Love for All Seasons," or something. You can not read those squiggly words crawling like a worm, but the owner will give you his right.
At random into a wood shop, a kind of Naxi owner is a young man carving a wooden block called "Spring" prints: the only one struggling to break through the dead wood, leaves, bound. Air and clean the entire screen, a brief outline of highlights, but the rest is not very clear. Bargain with him. "Five hundred, came to pick up the day after tomorrow." Young men again sunk into the illusion of wood. I fondle fondle another. But I pressed the purse lived just around the corner.
In the old street corner, but also to see the pieces hanging in the outside frame trimmed with sketches. Painting the characters look solemn and serene, smiling, looking people coming and going. Into the house and saw that the old furniture, old portraits, old job, that eternal smile and the old colors, I do not feel busy and change day.
In the ancient East, Xinhua street loitering go after "bubble" on an afternoon and enjoy the sun caress the South. Xinhua street he is a famous "Bar Street style," green water flow in parallel with the street. Outside of the normal order in the seemingly found some hints, some symbolic things - the two sides have been bursting out with a new green willows in the spring is still far from approaching the time. That Cecil Green is the Willow, which stretch to the boundless spring to that from the simple yet profound depths of the party gradually give birth to a beautiful land and water has been mediocre Zeze in your heart. Some covered with tie-dyed fabric, or grid on a small wooden table near the water as such, and some flowers on the table also chips in one. Yulong Snow sipping tea beside a graceful one of water, an endless blue sky overhead, occasionally a Baiyun Piao, it will be mocked to fall on your heart ... ... is a gentle village or vice versa for those with a different skin color of people unfamiliar faces, but also make you cheer gratuitous to germinate.
Accompanied by water and began to read Shen's "Xiang line Walden," obsessed with the author's novels touch at all is a scenery of mountains and rivers, geography and customs, western Hunan river formed by the Diaojiaolou town; the kind of exotic far the line of the sense of distance, as if there was some mysterious and Lijiang similar. Lijiang less than surprising that Hunpu insurance, accessibility a little more stable. Willow's posture reflected in the wooden table, books, and even the cup Lane also gently Liu Ying; a moment's inattention can look like you Taotao Ran into someone else's lens. Bian Zhilin wrote this poem: "You stand on the bridge look at the scenery / people who look at the scenery on the bridge to see you." Ha, the championship.
Xia Yu Cheng-chi, flowing water, such as training. Time is God the hands of careless Pengfan ink. Fuyangzhijian, twilight sihe. From the bright and the sun into the shadows of Lijiang, the conversion time and space are so light, I am actually not aware of.
Stars shrouded Shino, the stars and fall of every birth is a story. The ancient city Denghua bloom, and a cluster of clusters, gradually flock of people walking the streets, many of Stone Arch bridge, flowing water filled with people to appreciate the pedestrian bridge. People use the camera or DV recording the ancient city of the night. Old Town has been packed since day Qianyindichang, revealing the secret nocturnal water.
Lijiang all kinds of bar supports Yelan glory. Like a fine-sounding name "Sakura House" bar is its romantic name attracted me. Sakura according to the sleepless. Flowers, and gorgeous to the people stare dumbfounded, a gust of wind, it will grind to dust scattered into the mud. Before going, he heard that the bar owner is a pair of South Korea couple met in Lijiang They chose each other and, eventually, to stay in Lijiang. Marriage may be contributed to this cross you go "Sakura House" another reason.
Gentle soothing jazz, R & B and rural folk jumped out from the darkness; people from all over the country with their own story together here. Cigarette smoke in the dark as the night deepened gradually concentrated fan; wine flows incense, Yinyun the arrival of those tongue. Everyone's face was blurred, only the black eyes and red lips are the real scenery.
Lin Chuang seat like on the second floor could be achieved through full of "Sakura House" the words of the window to see the other side of the stream pouring times past the bar. By dim, Rouman lights Shinong a guitar hanging on the wall, next-bench Dalian, a friend to see you look thoughtful, warm and inviting you to Acoustic 1. You smiled, pointing to guitar, said: "broken a string." So they put the glass in front of your Didao you drained. You think of Hemingway, one likes tinkering with the text in the bar person. Terms & thus would like to, text, dance of butterflies already.
Darkness deep, and the undercurrents of emotional thinking. A gentle wind blowing from somewhere I do not know, as if to smell of the wet tropical Caribbean. Imagine a smoke filled the sky in the city, a sober mind, is an enjoyable, you do not know return ... ...
Behind the scene in Lijiang numerous, in fact, it has accumulated a deep imprint of history and cultural heritage. Old Town area of 3.8 square kilometers, surrounded on three sides built on a mountain, south of the open Pingba on extended outward. In the Lijiang Naxi language means "place where the Jinsha River turning." AD 1234, Mongol gold, then preparing to attack the Southern Song Dynasty, in order to Gongmie Southern Song Dynasty, Kublai Khan south of Henan, in 1258, Kublai Khan set up military and civilian Lijiang Xuan Fusi, the appointment of Mr Leung's son, Ah Liang ahu Lijiang Xuan Fusi the post, this time officially with the "Lijiang" name. Lijiang Xuan Fusi then the rule of the king where the Jinsha River City (now the town of Lijiang Shigu), the latter Ah Liang ahu re-siting, finally selected the city 80 km away from the Ropo Dayan town of Lijiang, which is now Old Town location. From the Yuan Dynasty, the wood's toast in the ancient imperial court's support, in Lijiang maintained for several hundred years of rule, and the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the rapid development and prosperity. Wood's ancestors built this civil engineering structures, do not use a nail, take full advantage of the structure of Chuandou fortresses. Xu Xia-ke marvel said: "palace of Korea. To be king." The Qin and Han from the Warring States period of time, it is the land south and south-west Silk Road Festival Horse Road in a strategic position during World War II, it became the famous Hump route of the important transit point. As early as December 1997, Old Town of Lijiang was listed as China's first World Heritage List.
Spent two days in Lijiang. Perhaps this time most of my life is full of poetic, such as the Yulong snow water as pure. Memory is a lonely snowy surging under the warm current, it allows you time to time in the warm memories of those people who meet by chance to those happy days of the siege, the well-being full of! When you walked away when the luggage did not keep anything in, only memories of the city. I will always remember, Lijiang ... ...
Author: viennatoto
