Who is this point alone, will never be lonely,
The awake, reading, written a long letter.
- "Autumn"
(A)
Travel, the most attracted me is the way the scenery. Which I have not seen a tree, mountain, cloud, the United States must let me forget the fear. So I use the Mp3 recording of my feelings. My family got used by me to speak of a person facing the machine. See the underground waterfall in the Jiu Xiang, I was his sister, why naturally so beautiful? Because God gave us, he has given us inspiration, there are many things forever beyond our understanding, this is oracle.
The way to Lijiang is to think of it reads: "Lord ah! Is the time. Summer was very grand." Line all the way and finally see mu farmland on the plateau. Signs of large harvest blocks of color, blocks of color separated between the rows of trees, sparse very freehand. Field at the end of rolling hills reminded me that this is not the south. Car speeding forward, we looked at clouds swept into the film into pieces maturing rice fields, with the clouds parting, mountains and fields flickering. If you see the dark shadow of the yellow side of the mountain suddenly receded, field Yisha restored under the sun between the bright green Akika that horizon where the clouds drift. Inadvertently, big big duo duo cloud of ink gently contracted, turn right to see big drops of large drops Yula down. The left, the sun hung in the sky, or if nothing had happened. This Avenue is relentless but affectionate for a few minutes, the rain clouds dispersed, the sky is still Fengrun quiet.
The residences are along the way I am fascinated by. Cove to see Mimizaza between the villages. Their house was a kind of straw yellow, a close look at from time to do that adobe houses. Companions said that this house is also very strong. My childhood experiences Huang Meiyu was skeptical.
To Lijiang is Dusk. We are dragging their luggage in the same alley where the board the shuttle to see Chueiyang every family, every household water when we saw the real Lijiang. We stayed in Lijiang's busiest east the road, over the top stone bridge, turn right again is洋人街.
Lijiang is a block of cultural enclaves. If you do not come to her when the world cultural heritage, look, you will not be disappointed. Nestling beside the bridge with water, wooden two-storey Pavilion son, while driving a brilliant stream of dry stone lotus. But that is not people, almost all of the businessmen around the country to open businesses - bars. Clothing. Silver shop. Hotels. Hotel. Neat little girl face to offer an extremely skilled, and then write off the eyes and mouth to ignore you. Dongba written in a variety of forms can be decorated with paper decorated with everything, and now it's the value of life is a trademark of Lijiang. Dongba text is alive, living in the consumer world. It is crooked land lying in the linen cup pads, cotton T-shirt, chemical fiber shawls, the paper on the welcome brochure. Buyers and sellers are satisfied, aphonia Dongba paper is not what matters is it the material of the state is that we took possession. Cultural development of another victory.
But if you do not study cultural anthropology, there are a lot of silver and time again not in their own territory Poets excessive drinking, arouse Xiao Ma, then on to Lijiang bar. Lijiang is a murmuring stream Wai on the sales of gold cave. Far apart from the women were all wrapped in Lijiang City, cheap shawl, swagger by. Women rake goods, men looking to buy something woman. See merchant customers. Visitors in twos and threes, laughing out of tune. Suddenly the rain came, and urban men and women are awkward together, no longer restrained to Phi shawl on her shoulders and turned into header cloth, speaking various dialects of high kick low kick in the city Saya Zi ran naked socks lovers a month , powder off the face is pretty cute.
The country's dead body has been covered with a shroud of modern civilization. Lijiang map will be placed on any corner you are unable to recognize the background of its original. It is already integrated into the urban civilizations go, but derived from a unique charm. As if all of them into this little talk about modern romance that never sleeps. Men and women are infiltrating the dubious air.
Night came, Lijiang began to Live Flesh. City hoard up frustrations and indulgence is the essence of the soul of Lijiang bars. Along a string of red lanterns lit up. Bars along the street full of people. Streams where stocking with colorful carp. They do not know why they had been kept in here, we do not know why come here. Rub elbows with each of the visitors, a person, group of people, all have tipsy feeling hazy eyes, we can not see any serious thing, only know that in this festive carnival-like atmosphere, the silence is a species of blasphemy. On the wine! Just beer. Serving! However, sunflower is born. Straight forward to voice shouting, Poets. The smell of beer overflow from the second floor floor, in the end. Do not be afraid, Lijiang afraid you do not make mistakes. Moist air will pardon all the sins. Young, middle-aged. Soft waist of the girl, Niexie the eyes of men. Night flying gold, soft red hundred feet, full floor armbands strokes. Strangers look directly at the stranger's eyes and smile knowingly. Our hearts are saying: Come on. Come on! Strangers.
We had three nights in Lijiang bubble. My life for the first time on what to drink is not drunk. In the cherry house bar, we and the train encounters the cup swig Liu brother two nights, while I chat with him, watching the river side of my boys laugh, hands empty glass become full, full but empty. Language in the air dispersion, we have said what I had forgotten that only know eyeful of red lanterns, the group of group of people walked, hugged each other, stumbled.
Here come the people are free man. Whether you're happy or unhappy. Lijiang gives you a brief forgotten drug. Black plateau of the night, lonely people seeking a warm body. Lose no time, enjoy Kuxiao, losing no time crazy sex. Was like doomsday. The poet said so, and youth to seek poisonous eyes, birds for hunters gun.
Bar were a little like one. Our party was the last to leave the cherry flat. Walking the streets in the morning, but also to see Maizui people. Pentium eolian dust sounded a few thousand miles, that is, in order to reach such a hybridity West, voice noisy bar area Maizui come. I can not help but feel a little ridiculous. People to leave the familiar life and the environment, having escaped disciplinary eyes, not necessarily up on the fun. We are in the city, like the heart has a nervous points, but not so presumptuous. Happiness can be anonymous, for how long? At most one or two lingering night. Hurry to siltation troubles unloading, but it is the athlete's foot will not be eradicated once and for all.
In Lijiang, what I dare not? We are only targeted at downtown bar eyes closed, in Lijiang youth was artificially extended. However, eventually the pain and pleasure to be far away. A Bible reading wrote on: Do not think you goodness, but if you do not have enough opportunities to deteriorate Bale.
Such as Lijiang pass the railway, there are more people to ship tons of pain and trouble brought here. At that time it was moving unimpeded flow contains many of Xianchou not? Lijiang kept in purdah, or that people did not know the healing of the land do? Hehe. Even I, Faust had come. Lijiang, you where to go?
(B)
Ants from each basin who gather to Lijiang bumper antenna, and then turned and left. I like what? I like is the chance of Lijiang infinite. In the accident, I and people I met were reflecting reality. Even if that truth is an ugly fact. On the road, we will be a street, a corner, casually know a person, and then mirror the same as his exhausted to talk. In a desire to tell, we will be able to understand why the fairy tale of the barber dug a hole in a tree will be the king has donkey ears of the secret archives inside.
We have two nights in Lijiang in the rain. We stayed 212 River Inn is located in a stone bridge. Clubbing back late, beat the door sounds can not be smaller than the sound of running water under the bridge of the brawl - otherwise, we called Sister vigil lights. Inn owner is Sichuanese, a fair and clear of the guy. The two of us have been sitting in the hotel Langxia chat. Shiny strands of rain drift shoulder fall from the canopy. Wet underwear hanging in the corridor. I leaned over to see the yard cranes Admiralty flower, abundant water color. Lijiang is a place dependent. Young boss had had failed marriages, Lijiang water healed his wounds, at least, I do not see the shadow of a trace of him, because he talked about the past, the tone was loud and clear.
This is an indicator. A person who can calmly talk about the past, the past really has been legislation on the tombstone. I am reminded of the eve of the bench in the Square Street Square understanding of the girl. Her boyfriend went missing in Lijiang, even with her cell phone and bank cards. I sat down beside her, this time, no one should be Renpei. I held her hand, her hand very cool. I know my temperature is very limited, the two women have shed tears. Also laughed. Late in the evening. I looked at her arm holding whistle, step by step across the river, winding, with the tiny shadow of a group dragged behind.
Lijiang River in the three ants, one is experiencing pain, a pain has ended, a positive climb halfway to recovery.
In the 212 goes on a small bed in the inn, live-in lover numerous. Bedside a guestbook. Readily climbed over, just like turning those Haishishanmeng large collection. I do not know how many of them are still thinking about each other, or the same as the two enemies sleep in a bed, in order to understand each other's regret.
Middle of the night awakened by the rain to me. I know who this time alone, will never be lonely. Lijiang rainy night, remember me? I sleep in your embrace, and woke up. Woke up, went to sleep.
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