Being in a room full of Lang Man's breath, lying on a soft big bed, looking at the Erhai Cangshan without dark invasion, it feels wonderful, but the decoration of the room Lang Man seems to be for girls, and the most painful thing is that I Liang Jiafeng is not Lang Man, very sad, and living in a Lang Man room is very ''.

There is no Lang Man's two-person world, only a lonely one-person world, and only guitars and SLRs accompany me.

I wanted to stay in bed for a while, but I was a little urgent, and when I finished peeing, I didn't want to go back to bed, so I quickly washed up, combed a handsome hairstyle, carried a SLR, and carried a guitar to go out for a walk, because my stomach was a little sick, and I didn't want to eat breakfast.

"Boss Little Eyes, the decoration of your inn room is too feminine, it's good, but it hurts for men to live."

I went downstairs and came to the front desk of the inn, holding the wooden counter with both hands, and said helplessly to the small-eyed boss sitting on the boss's chair.

"This brother, the reason why the sea view room is made into the feeling of Lang Man is because it is a sea view room, so that those happy people and lovelorn people can feel the feeling of Lang Man, let Lang Man be more Lang Man, and let sadness become Lang Man, this is what the Covered Bridge Inn wants."

The small-eyed boss touched the obvious stubble on his chin, looked at me, answered me very seriously, and described to me the meaning of the Covered Bridge Inn.

"Let Lang be more Lang Man, let the sadness be Lang Man, good, really good, I hope so."

I muttered to myself as I turned.

"There are many unsatisfactory things in life, and it depends on how you manifest the unsatisfactory quickly."

The voice of the little eye boss resounded behind me, and I couldn't help but shake my body, indeed as the little eye boss said, let the unsatisfactory and quickly appear is what I want to do here, no longer sad, no longer entangled, no longer melancholy, to be precise, no longer sad.

Walking out of the inn, the morning was a little cold, and the cold wind was also raging wildly, I tightened the zipper of my coat, tied the scarf, opened the camera around my neck, and began to take pictures of the scenery around Erhai Lake, patted the things twisted by the wind, patted the loneliness of being alone, patted the happy couple holding hands, patted the various postures on their faces, patted all their stories.

I came to Dali as a traveler, and at the same time, I also wanted to be a witness, witnessing the customs here, witnessing the strangers who came here from all over the world, the stories that happened, no one knew anyone, who was a passerby.

When the sun became a little warm, I took the camera to the Erhai Lake, maybe because of the cold weather, plus a little early, there were not many people on the Erhai Lake, only a few people alone, but I saw the very proud female star last night, still wearing sunglasses, wearing a mask, wearing a scarf, wearing a petite down jacket, a slender and straight figure standing quietly on the shore of Erhai Lake, blown by the cold wind.

Because of the depressed winter, the trees by the Erhai Lake have all fallen leaves, bare, but it does not affect its beauty, plus there is such a light look at the back can be seen to be a beautiful woman, and the flying hair can definitely perfectly decorate the beautiful scenery of Erhai Lake.

I couldn't help but secretly photographed this beautiful back, frozen the moment when my hair was flying, looking at the photo in the camera I smiled, but when I looked ahead, I found that the back disappeared, such a sudden disappearance reminded me of her, her figure disappeared because of my escape, disappeared in my mind, at this moment I was still imagining, and even imagined that the beautiful back just now was her, because only her back is the most beautiful.

A qiē and a qiē are all so ironic, at that time I was delusional, when I bought the SLR, the first back was her back, but now I can only look at the photos that do not belong to her in the SLR, quiet tears, silent depression, maybe she is now lying on the man's chest, sliding her chest with her slender fingers, revealing happiness mixed with a happy smile

Standing in place, I was silent for a while, my face was purple from the wind, and I slowly eased up.

With a guitar on my back and a DSLR, the feeling of walking by the Erhai Lake is really indescribable, I hope I can go on all the time and live so easily all the time.

Walking and walking, I faced the wind blowing on the lake, came to Xiaoputuo, looked at the flying seagulls, took a picture of dozens of seagulls flying together, I was honored to freeze this scene, there are no footprints, only sprinkled water droplets, the beauty of me almost forgot to press the button to take a picture, I don't want to leave, I want to sit here, watch the seagulls fly freely, look at the lake that is blown by the cold wind and ripple, breathe the fresh air that has never been breathed

Staying by the Erhai Lake, walking, the time flies really quickly, the day of blowing the wind has passed like this, the dusk has come in a blink of an eye, the Erhai Lake is more beautiful, yesterday in the sea view room to see the Erhai Lake is a taste, at this moment sitting on the Erhai Lake is a taste.

The glow of the setting sun fell on the branches of the trees that had lost their leaves, just like the trees standing by the Erhai Lake had new leaves, and the leaves of dusk, the light of dusk also sprinkled on the surface of the comfortable lake, adding some flickering dim light to the clear blue.

The seagulls were still flying, flapping their white wings, and there were more and more people walking, so I couldn't enjoy the beautiful picture very calmly, and then the guitar that had been set aside came in handy, and I wanted to sing a song, and every part of my body was driving me to sing.

I unzipped my guitar bag with a trembling palm, took it out, made a pose, tried a few notes, coughed lightly, and played the prelude, I haven't sung for a long time, and I really should sing it in my current mood.

"The light from the setting sun slowly turned into my line of sight, and it felt familiar.

Time repeats itself day by day, and you gradually fly to the edge of the sky, sometimes so poignant.

A world like flowers, quietly floating with fallen leaves.

With a touch of sadness. ”

This song "Butterfly" sung by Chen Kun, singing softly on the guitar at this moment, feels very good, but the heart is so depressed, the picture full of minds is real, the feelings are real, the sadness is real, and the Erhai Lake at dusk is also real.

"Say goodbye to the butterfly that folded its wings that day, tired but waiting to take off.

The next end may be just a moment, maybe you don't regret it, maybe I'll cry too. ”

The song fell, I burst into tears, gambling on the price of being frozen, tears of love, I understood that this was the tears of the day of farewell, I was a butterfly that quietly said goodbye to the day of the broken wings, a tired but still waiting to take off, a butterfly soaring in the world of freedom, but my body was white on one side, black on the other, black and white butterflies.

She never regretted it, but I wept.

"It's so good, it's true, it's very appropriate"

Just when I was quietly sitting on the shore of Erhai with my guitar in my hand, crying, a rather beautiful voice rubbed the cold wind, facing the dusk, and shivered.

Listening to "Butterfly" is very feeling.