Lijiang, like flawless diamonds in the rough, embedded in northwest Yunnan. Turbulent millions of years, so that this piece originally surfaced quiet of the underwater world. Mother Nature created the towering stretching the Yulong Snow Mountain. Rich mountain valleys, raising the industrious and brave the Naxi people. For thousands of years, they still customs are simple, contented well-being. Na Xizu first as early as more than a thousand years ago created the Dongba Pictograph, compiled "Dongba Classic." They used the same words painted expressing inner emotions. In the vast Central Plains has long been extinct in the Tang Dynasty Buddhist music, here are still playing, and melodies, and Naxi blending to form a distinct "hole through the music." Distant, lingering melodies, and always linger in my ears. To fat for the United States of Tang legacy is still popular, the slightest changes of fashion from the outside world. Patriarchal clan society be preserved some of the characteristics that men rely on to secure that women shoulder the burden of family life. Clothes on the sun and the moon decorated on behalf of them all day, morning to evening, diligent work.
The center of Lijiang Dayan Town, according to Bagua Zhen construction, street complex. Not very familiar with traditional Chinese culture, people, it is easy to get lost in them. Zhuge Liang's descendants living legend is thus, in order to avoid Binghuo built. Its architectural style, lightweight and elegant, Tile House with row upon row, doors, windows richly ornamented. Place in them, not help me rise through the time tunnel back to the ancient illusion. Yulong Snow Mountain snow melted together into a Yuquan, divided into three Chuan Jie Guo Lane. The formation of "every family water Rao poetry, and every household Chueiyang drawing competition," the scene, like the circumstances of "people to make pillows River" of the Yangtze River Delta. Hard stone on the road streaky Chinese dynasties left numerous footprints of travelers, large geographer Xu Xia-ke even leave "homes communities, Tile House crowded," "the palace of Korea to be with the king," praise. I am here and now, as if suddenly the embodiment of the ancient wander through the land of the monk, came to the southwestern border town walks tour.
Dimly in my mind one of the parties the Pure Land: away from the metropolitan hustle and bustle, away from the modern industrial production, pollution, away from the monotony of the high-rise buildings, away from the intrigues between people. I very much want everything, today, finally appeared in front of us, as if an illusory dream. However, the flat stone road, winding stone arch bridge, gurgling of the flowing water, fresh air, white clouds, simple people, they told me that all this is true. I have come here from the far north, as if wandering in the desert to travel long distances to see the horizon of the oasis, and deep sentimentally attached to her. When I have to leave, I was reluctant to part with how, so that dream went back to her side - that distant oasis, my Lijiang.
