Dali.

Xiaguan wind, Shangguan flowers, Cangshan snow, Erhai moon.

The ancient city of Dali at night, although there is no refinement, but also less chic, but the atmosphere of fireworks in the world is full. Under the city gate with lanterns hanging high, Xu Guangling took the first photo of Shen Xin's trip.

In the camera, a girl in a cyan Hanfu folds her hands in front of her, standing ladylike and smiling restrainedly.

It seems that it is also immortal.

Although she hasn't even touched the edge of the "fairy" yet.

"Wow, it's so clear!" Maybe it was the night, or maybe it was the lights, which made Shen Xin a little more jumpy, and when she left the camera, she instantly seemed to be a different person.

In fact, it is not only clear, but also can be described as "clear".

The air in the south is already cleaner, but it is only cleaner, which is not the reason why mobile phone photography can achieve such clarity and clarity. The real reason, of course, is because a great master is here.

On the contrary, it is the lens from the two of them, whether far or near, from others, or secretly, or just slightly disguised.

Whether it's from a camera or a mobile phone, there's only one effect.

"Smoke cage cold water moon veil. ”

"The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. ”

"It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. ”

Actually, it's just to look "normal".

If you go any further, you won't see anything in the lens. The human eye will see two people standing there, but in the camera, there will be nothing there.

Erhai Lake.

In the evening, the rising moon shines on the deep and clear water.

On the boat, Xu Guangling stood with his hands in his hands, Shen Xin sat in it, and the boat, without wind, waves and oars, swam slowly on the sea by itself.

Xu Guangling condensed the water as a flute, and blew the "meaning" without a cavity and without tone.

The water flute three feet square in front of the boat, the sound is either as high as a flute, or as quiet as a flute, or as low as a Xun, or a hundred turns and thousands of times out of a timbre that Shen Xin is completely unrecognizable.

And she was soon intoxicated by the music, her body fixed on the sea, and her heart as if she were on the sea.

Melodious, with the sea water, sinking or floating, the moon is shining, and the water and sky are the same color.

Lugu Lake.

The winter days here are still very gentle.

In the Northland, it may be a snowy day, but the wind is still light and the flowers are long.

But the most noteworthy thing is, of course, its sea of grass, where Shen Xin met a few temporary friends and had a great time.

Yuxi, Fuxian Lake.

Xu Guangling's hometown is revisited.

It was a place that made a lot of sense to him, or rather, a decisive one.

Xu Guangling took Shen Xin to Xiaogu Mountain, but in fact, there was nothing to see.

Xu Guangling and Jiantian Mirror have a conversation.

It's a pity that this guy doesn't understand taste, and he doesn't have the enthusiasm and excitement of "drinking and talking about it back then" at all.

Spring City, Wuhua Park.

It's another year when the "geese" come.

A large number of seagulls, gathered and hovered on the surface of several lakes, similarly, a large number of tourists come here to watch, the bread bought from the staff, from time to time into crumbs sprinkled on the lake, some tourists are more enthusiastic, is to hold bread to feed the seagulls, by the way to take pictures.

There are also those who are more interested, put the noodles in their mouths, raise their heads to the sky, and wait for the gulls to peck them.

Seagulls are not afraid of people, but they also maintain basic vigilance.

A large number of tourists gather on the southwest side, while the rest of the place is relatively quiet.

In a secluded corner, Shen Xin stood by the bluestone fence, Xu Guangling stretched out his hand and pointed, and in an instant, one two, three, four, five, and even a dozen seagulls surrounded the top of her head, circling in a circle, from near to far, from gathering to scattering, and gradually falling on the surface of the lake again.

Xu Guangling also took another photo of her here.

Laughter and laughter are floating in this not very big park.

But under the peace, there is still a hint of ominousness.

On the side of the small bamboo forest island, close to the lake, in the shade of the bamboo forest, an obvious stray cat, like a seasoned hunter, caught a seagull that landed on the lake to rest.

After a winter, I don't know how many of these seagulls will never return to their hometowns.

At the beginning of Spring City, Xu Guangling walked around the park, visited the school, stood in front of the library, and also looked at Dianchi Lake.

This time, under the Jiantian mirror, he took Shen Xin to the botanical garden.

In the main garden of the Botanical Garden, there is a long avenue of maple incense, and the old or new maple trees on both sides, most of the red leaves have withered, but there is still a lingering charm.

Under the tall maple tree, which is also wide, spacious, open and clean, Shen Xin walked with great strides, his posture as light as a cloud.

The auxiliary garden of the botanical garden, which can also be said to be a camellia garden, is full of all kinds of camellias, and some varieties are blooming all over the tree, and it looks like they are covered with big red flowers.

On the whole, it really deserves the word, "bright as clouds".

Many varieties of camellia.

However, the flowers are similar and the trees are similar.

Thousands of kinds of camellia gave Shen Xin the feeling that it was about the same as two or three, so she complained to Xu Guangling.

Xu Guangling smiled.

If he had come here before, he would have been just as dizzy.

It's a lot harder than identifying the bamboo.

I don't know if there are any experts who specialize in camellia, if there is, it is probably that the camellia is red, and the experts' hair is gray.

But for Xu Guangling today, any slight difference can be magnified into a world of difference, so in his eyes, even if it is a similar variety, it is just "similar".

Adjacent to the botanical garden, just a few steps away, is a park called Black Dragon Pond.

The park is built on a hill.

A big, beyond the imagination of ordinary people back mountain, quite clean.

If it was at the beginning, he studied under the two old men, and when he started, if he was in this city, Xu Guangling would have changed the daily exercise location to the back mountain here.

And now, where he himself is, is the spiritual realm, and he has nothing to ask for in the external environment.

In other words, on this earth, any natural environment does not meet his requirements.

Ruili.

Out of here, it is Myanmar, as a border area, as a small city on the border between the two countries, it has a unique style that is different from the mainland.

But what is more widely known here is probably its jade market.

Or rather, gambling stones.

Xu Guangling asked Shen Xin to buy a stone for 5,000 yuan.

"Teacher, is there a jade in here?" Leaving the stall, Shen Xin curiously picked up the not very big stone in his hand and asked.

It's not very big, but it's the size of three or four of her palms, flattened, and more than twenty pounds. And when she held it in her hand, it seemed that she was holding a hollow small ping-pong ball, which attracted the sideways glances of passers-by.

Of course, this is not the only reason for the side-eye.

"Hongfei, the texture is not bad, do you want a bracelet or a statue?"

There were already eight statues, but Shen Xin's eyes were rolling and he still chose the statue.

Half an hour later, on the street corner, back to the person.

"Shhh

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