Lijiang, I came again. As the summer of each year, I came again.
Have gone through Qinghai, Tibet, have gone through, I came again.
There is no city noise, there is no impetuous outlet, only the quiet, just and peaceful.
As a girl raised in purdah. This is the Lijiang.
If I choose,
I chose a daze in Lijiang.
I choose to get old in Lijiang.
I choose to rot in Lijiang.
Time to quietly stay in Lijiang.
Of Lijiang in the morning, as a fresh young girl, quietly Umane.
Occasionally get up early for the elderly, Diaozhuo Yan pole, sorption slippers, walking in the quartzite on the road paved, large enough only two by. Faint smoke to diffuse, and the birds Huanhuan to call and a woman idly pony hair, this is the morning of Lijiang.
Noon Lijiang, as wake up girls.
Sun gently sprinkled on the ground, the formation of numerous light and shadow. Light and shadow idly swinging, fish idly cruising, I'm idly watching. Time in here, too lazy, the move did not want to move. No depression, no fighting, only tolerance, and only love. Perhaps with a personal encounter, perhaps for a certain individual to stay.
Lijiang at night, just as lively girls.
Lijiang night, especially in its bar. Sitting on water side of bridge, watching the red lantern, but also those who look under the lamp; listening to the gurgling of the water, but also listening to the silent eyes. Here, you can burst into singing, you can not say anything. In this way, quietly, quietly sat.
Give up the city's prosperity, tired of the hypocrisy of the city, I stop here, you want to live their own lives.
Beautiful scenery along the way, the United States to the time people want to stay here. Have gone through Guizhou, have gone through Qinghai, Tibet, have gone through, have gone through. . . . . . More places to go, I want to stay. I am willing to give up roaming, and may be where is my life can really stay in the final of the land?
Lijiang, is you?
Water is the soul of Lijiang.
Cool water from the snow-capped mountains, Rosen.
Two years ago, had stopped in the street to listen to wait senselessly satisfied the Department of Ancient Music, reminding us of scenes Sound Of Nature. At this moment, more than the Sound Of Nature Sound Of Nature, and than the sound of gurgling water.
Gone through a lane, across a small alley, music has always been lingering in my ears. Not words, indescribable, already stopped in my apex, already integrated into my life. Lingering.
Sometimes in the morning, sometimes at noon, sometimes faded in the sunset, when the women can be seen everywhere in the water's edge Amoy dishes, washing clothes. They hunched body, waving clothes, doing the most perfect and well-being of the collision. Huang Ru back in time, space staggered back to the Tang Dynasty.
Lijiang Lashihai yes I am like a lake, is a gathering place for migratory birds.
I was in the summer to go and feel beautiful. Very few people know where, but I like it quiet and peaceful. Where I also saw the blue dragonfly, a lot a lot. They are "stupid", because almost no one to come here and just pick up a twist, that is, one, and then flying.
If the water is the soul of Lijiang, then the bridge is the soul of the ladder leading to heaven.
"Standing on the bridge to see scenery, people under the bridge to see you" phrase poem Wangliaoshishui written.
In fact, forget that is not important.
Lijiang Each bridge has its own story, each bridge has its own piece of history. Vicissitudes of life and the ancient have seared deeply into each of its blocks of bluestone on.
Each bridge is an ancient city landscape, each bridge is the most natural one postcard. However, far from being able to describe its postcard beauty, its spirit, its vicissitudes. Nazhi can use a lifetime to listen, to feel, to comprehend.
I am drunk, drunk as early as in the Lijiang,
But under the brow, but also on the mind. I love to walk. To go to further away, walking in them for longer, Lijiang, you are always in my mind, the lingering, wiping the rally to the cause. This is our past lives as well as our life's fate!
I would like to!
I am willing to Lijiang daze.
I would like to get old in Lijiang.
I am willing to rot in Lijiang.
