Further on, still in the village, a group of Komodo dragons were harvested, and my heart was tight, and there were about 7 of them at first, all of them lying under a villager's house, and I don't know how sour the people who lived on them were......

But it's actually okay to think about it, such a large group really has a sense of sight in the mouth of a tiger, but fortunately, the sky has darkened, and most of these Komodo dragons look listless, but two of them are still very vigilant looking at everyone.

It was not advisable to stay here for long, so I took a turn and stepped into the uphill path. The joy of mountain climbing lies in the ever-changing scenery between steps, from the half-understanding of being in the mountain to the sudden enlightenment when reaching the summit. Of course, the mountains of Rinca Island are not high, and they are already at the top of the pole.

Overlooking the road where you came, the green trees wind into a tranquil haven. It's just that the clouds on the horizon are crimson, and the life of rising at sunrise and returning at sunset has entered the countdown, and the exploration of the Komodo dragon has also come to an end.

Their burrows are hidden deep in the valley, and although they don't look good, they may crawl out at any point. At the same time, the guide also said that this ferocious animal eats the juveniles of its own kind, so most of the born Komodo dragon babies are kept in trees......

By the time we walked back to the wetlands, the monkeys were gone, and the bison had quickened their way back. The sunset burns the most beautiful red, and everything is like a dream.

Coming to the nearby ancient city, Maripolo Avenue is the main commercial gathering area of Yogyakarta, where four modes of transportation exist in harmony and in a long street, where various ethnic elements compete to be presented.

When I looked out the window curiously, I found that there was a magical means of transportation that broke the existing cognition, and the local name is that the guest dies first, which is actually the rickshaw in the hutong of the capital is dropped, and the porter of the manpower tricycle is behind, and the guest is in front. I haven't thought about the feeling of sitting on this sitting, and we have to fight any danger, so we have to pull the wind. With a slam on the brakes, the hotel arrived.

The tour guide said that if you have been to Angkor Wat, then Prambanam does not have much point to see. In terms of grandeur and representativeness, of course Angkor is superior. But it cannot be denied that this Hindu temple, known as one of the Five Wonders of the East, has an irreplaceable place here.

There is nothing to do, and now the architectural grandeur of the Hindu temple complex no longer exists, and the scene of more than 100 temples can only be restored by one's own imagination, and in the bricks and rubble, only three main halls stand alone.

It's midday, and head around the back of the temple in search of shade. In the decaying and orderly chaos, away from people. Find a rock to sit down, and just look forward to the sunset, because I was so focused on shooting people, I almost missed the most colorful chapter of Probanan.

Covered in lush jungle burials, lush greenery and dull brick walls, the stupas have an undisturbed beauty. Time casts its mark on everything, giving it life, giving it scars, and giving it scales. The neat and orderly trees do not arouse my interest, but the trees that grow freely can bring the flow of air and the smell of mountains.

Not far away, the sound of children's laughter could be heard, and the sound was getting closer and closer in the thick grass. Maybe after school, use this place as their amusement park.

Many trivial and beautiful moments, such as the thin leaves of the cicada's wings, such as the space that should be full of dust but clean as new, this overgrown land, in the sunlight looks extremely bright, making people feel peaceful and serene, but this tranquility seems to belong here, silent, unspoken, unusual.

Day and night are particularly distinct in this season, but only when the sun rises, can you see the clear boundary on the horizon, like two time and space. Like a mirage, the unique rainforest landscape in the distance comes into view with the moist morning air.

The vast green plants float and sink in the golden light, and any language seems to be barren. We huddled, trying to see more realistically, but the closer we got to it, the more ethereal it became.

The mountain in the distance is called Mount Merapi and is the first volcano seen on this trip. It rises with the sunrise, gradually revealing its silhouette, and waits silently until all the flowers and leaves are in harmony with it. And the sun poking its head out of it also begins to greet you at this time.

Follow the candlelight and go down the hill along the way you came. At this time, the meaning of candlelight seems to play no role in lighting, but if it guides you, there is a warmth in this cold mountain welling up in your heart.

Here, there is a Buddha statue inside each shrine, plus 72 bowl-shaped stupas on a circular platform, each with one Buddha statue in each stupa, a total of 504 statues, symbolizing the 504 reincarnations.

The stupa is made of huge stones cooled by volcanic lava, and there is no cement connection between the stones, and the surface of the stone has been eroded by the passage of time. If the gravity of the stone itself is relied on to absorb the increasing number of tourists and buildings, then Borobudur may face a problem not only with the carrying capacity of the scenic area, but also with how to better preserve the monuments.

These Buddha statues have different shapes, some close their eyes and meditate, some bow their heads and lower their eyebrows, and between the universe, they can see the rise and fall of a hundred years. The visible Buddha, the invisible Buddha, build a tower to place relics, in order to protect the Buddha's body and heart.

Continue along Maripolo Avenue to find the Royal Palace, a straight road that can be walked along without any effort. The guards at the gate learned that they were from China and told them that one of their sultans had married a woman from the country, and that the only Chinatown on Maripolo Street was the best testimony of history.

In fact, the number of Chinese in Yogyakarta is not much, and there are even fewer traces that can be found, but *** and Javanese culture are integrated in the corners of the city. It is often described as a remote location in Java, and it is interesting to say that it is a mistake to go to Java, and it is also interesting to use such a city that was thought to be far away to explain that it is inaccessible.

Come to a handicraft workshop in Javanese batik. The difference is that it is a subordinate unit of the Yogyakarta Royal Palace, and it is still different from a private workshop, so the craftsmen and other craftsmen here are considered civil servants?

The batik master told Johnson that their wages were not high, and that all the proceeds from the sale of batik were donated to poor local children, so they ......

You know!

Of course, for them, batik is inseparable from all aspects of life, and it is also a symbol of identity and status. Nowadays, I also hope that more people will learn about this traditional and ancient craft and pass on batik batik.

Every flower, every plant, requires extraordinary patience to outline and wax. Beside the technician is a small stove that is used to hold the melted wax, and the lines are covered with this brown wax to form a work of art.

The artist's parents, who lost their lives in a volcanic eruption, have been rooted here by their own craftsmanship. Every year, they open batik classes and welcome people from all over the world to come and learn about this art at no charge.

It's such a small alley where the tie-dye workshop is tucked away. It's hard to find this place if it's not a guide. Children play here, and when they see guests coming from afar, they stare at strangers with wide eyes.

Riding in a horse-drawn carriage, we walked slowly towards the Water Palace, which used to be a place of women's meetings and worship. The round stone pillars and seemingly mottled walls have an orange-yellow sheen. When and why, imagine the carnival of a group of women in different time and space. This stark sexism is reflected in the distribution of buildings, which is indeed shocking.

Ascending the stairs, this is another part of the Water Palace, symbolizing meditation. It is the existence of the gods above the sky. The trinity of underground, water palace, and meditation space is a complete water palace. Many people visited the place where the royal nobles played in the water, but they did not find the other side of the palace that was eroded by the sky and the earth, which is a pity.

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