Feed on the fragrance of flowers, cut clouds and shadows as clothes, drink the clear springs of forest streams, and walk the trail of Luoying. I grew up living on the plateau, and I didn't have a view in my eyes.

Jiuzhai Paradise, Huanglong Wonderland, Qingcheng is quiet, Emei Lingxiu, the footsteps of the world are rushing, rolling up the surging smoke and dust. In me, it's just a yellowed picture of the pages of an old villain book in my hand.

I guess I'm in the middle of the mountain. Just as people living in the mountains, forests and countryside are more willing to cast their curious eyes on the red dust men and women who come in one after another, half arrogant, half pious expressions and reserved noble, heavy makeup and fashion stories.

I used to live in a landscape and there was no landscape in my eyes.

Two

The direction of fate, the direction of life. Out of the plateau where the clouds tore over the straw hat, like a cowardly snail, hiding in the heavy metal shell of the city.

Behind the cloudy vitreous, in the icy steel bushes. Under the scale claws of heavy metal, in the blade of reality, the moonlight and starlight, the falling clouds, the dew and the frost, and the shadow of the lonely wild goose are the only cold scenery we can chew.

The physical body will not be able to break through after all, so hope for the soul.

Our gaze is more likely to be closer to a scepter or a stack of printed banknotes than to a landscape.

Three

encountered Lijiang in order to fulfill a wish and promise. In my imagination, all the praise and praise for Lijiang are just the sick moans of urban people who are trapped in the red dust. It's like feasting, and people who are full of delicacies miss a plate of farmhouse cured meat or wild vegetables from the mountains.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lijiang is like a girl out of the bath, tranquil and serene, dignified and quiet. There are also light and refreshing moonlight stars, and there are also hazy and faint, flowing and jumping neon lights. The moonlight, the starlight, the neon, the lights, all seem to have a gentle heart and feelings, making people feel soft and soft like a quiet and beautiful aquatic plant in the river of time. It is by no means like the city we live in, those indifferent floating lights and frivolous streams only seduce our empty eyes, but they cannot soothe the pale hearts.

Sleeping in the beard of the years, carved beams and paintings of the Bai people's house, my mood is free and relaxed like a fish, looking back in the transparent time, although the body is very tired, I am still reluctant to close my eyes, for fear of missing the beautiful fairy tales and legends written on both sides of the time, those written in the back of an ancient nation.

Four

Some people say that the most useless thing in Lijiang may be the clock. And I think that the reason why the value of the clock is lost in Lijiang is not because of the footsteps of the old dragon clock in this ancient city and the leisurely rhythm of life here, but because the bell that rang on the ancient tea horse road in the ice years has been lingering and nostalgic for this pure land, and has been unwilling to drift away for a long time, which has distanced us from the industrial age with the roar of machines.

When the bell rings on the road, we are the travelers who have no obstacles, no matter where the beginning and the end begin, we can forget the concept of time, and just walk forward...... Walk in the vivid and unassuming details of modern things, and walk in the ancient rhyme of history that is silent but not dead...... You can be amazed by the fluttering group of clothes, or you can look at the ethnic customs of the openwork trim without revealing the color......

You can also follow behind the grandfather and wife with a beard like snow or a small toddler, and make an appointment for decades later to feel the life of the people, so that the mood can reach the ......

Five

The more undulating the stone pavement, the deeper the history of precipitation. The streets of the old town of Lijiang are longitudinal and horizontal, each of which is a section of time.

The footsteps can be tapped and tapped, so light that it feels like they are floating.

The 800-year-old dream has not yet settled. It is best to walk in our dreams with the lightest gait possible, shaking off as little as possible the earthly dust that clings to us.

Or simply stop, find a place to stay by the window facing the river, and sit in a daze. Sort out your mood under the eaves of the flow curtain, and shrink your mind in the heavy door and wall.

Maybe the longing is hopeless, or maybe the ideal is far away. None of this matters anymore, imagine that at some corner of the next street or at some unknown intersection, an unexpected encounter or unexpected emotion awaits you and makes you want to cry......

If you don't even have an imagination, you're alone with yourself. Pray in silence or prayer for yourself, without worrying about anyone hearing but God.

Six

Walking through the square street, what attracts you is not a variety of colorful storefront goods, but a quiet and casual attitude to life. The so-called handmade leather goods and other handicrafts with national characteristics, regional characteristics, and personality are highlighted.

It is not too valuable for art collections. Bustling tourists, who come and go, are more willing to experience and feel the realization of a unique vision and aesthetic tendency of themselves in an atmosphere that is indifferent to interests and almost chatting. It doesn't have much to do with taste.

In Sifang Street, the most interesting thing is that on a wall engraved with Dongba characters, tourists of different skin colors, different languages, and different ages flock in front of the wall, constantly gesturing and painting gestures and childlike innocent expressions, as if making the Naxi civilization recorded in this ancient text emotionally sound distant again.

In Lijiang, in Sifang Street. You are you, your true and pure self. Of course, you can also be frank and open, calmly regard yourself as a hermit, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the world, and enjoying this short-term hermit.

Seven

Over the years, there have been many people on the journey, but they have always been in the mood of a passerby, and the scenery, scenic spots, and historic sites they have seen are like passing by, leaving no trace.

And in Lijiang, everything is like the same as before.

You don't have to pretend to live somewhere else, and you don't have to hide it.

Pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, open-air squares, deep alleys. Nowhere can you relive your childhood memories. The only place in the world where it is impossible to get lost may be the cradle. Isn't the soft time of the ancient city just to anchor our tired body and mind and return to the former cradle?

It is said that in the open-air square at night, a roaring bonfire will be lit, and the figures of singing and dancing will be rippling in the firelight, and the faint heartbeat of the ancient city can be heard in the firelight......

It's a pity that I can't see or hear, but I don't have any regrets. When the starry lights in the sky are especially cold, the lights of the ancient city are already warm. Sitting in the warm lights, sitting in the different atmosphere of the ancient city bar, do you really have to wait for an erotic encounter? Do you really want to let the soft and pure soul encounter another magnificent and flashy invasion?

The ancient city never sleeps, remember those green songs, bring your slightly drunk self back to your residence, and have a green dream.

Eight

Walking into the ancient city of Shuhe from a small road as thin as a rope in the countryside, the panic of the fare evader on my face should still be clearly written on my face. It's not about sparing the dozens of tickets, but about enjoying a kind of pampered happiness.

A thousand-year-old man who has long been insightful of the world and has a mind that accommodates all over the world, how can he not tolerate a naughty child who evades fares?

Walking into Shuhe is like walking into the next door.

The inn, which integrates accommodation, catering, bar, and Internet café, is full of old baogu that has experienced vicissitudes and has been read for a long time, which makes people inexplicably close and moved; The simple, natural, primitive, rough and ingenious decoration style makes people itch; The personalized signatures on the walls, the letter pen graffiti, people can't help but itch their hands. You don't have to stay, just look at it, and it's fascinating and unforgettable.

In Shuhe, tranquility and comfort are not an impression, but a real feeling. Imagining the happiness of the innkeeper, happiness flowed from his face.

In Shuhe, the feeling of happiness is so real that it can be touched; In Shuhe, the feeling of happiness is close next door; In Shuhe, happiness is a kind-faced old man, whose beard stretches into the next world, so that we no longer fear reincarnation......

In Shuhe, I began to think about returning to the city where I lived, selling the garage and returning, and spending the rest of my life with happiness......

Nine

Eventually, it is necessary to leave. Before I left, I thought about going back.

Not to mention beauty, how can the charm of any text be comparable to the magical mystery of the Dongba Sutra;

Don't talk about Yan, 800 years of Lijiang, 1,000 years of Shuhe, condensed quality and connotation, a Yan word is too frivolous;

Don't talk about scenery, don't talk about scenic spots, don't talk about historic sites;

I don't say I'm moved, I don't say I'm surprised, I don't say I'm souveniring;

Say goodbye.

Say goodbye and you will definitely see you again. All those who have been to Lijiang have learned to say goodbye with a soft heart and a soft tone. Even I, a plateau child who has lived in the scenery since I was a child, and has no scenery in my eyes, when I waved goodbye, I burst into tears because I had too much happiness and too suddenly......

Can't say goodbye......

Life elsewhere, I've experienced; Living elsewhere, I'm experiencing.

Lijiang, the singing of the other side, don't say goodbye......

Feed on the fragrance of flowers, cut clouds and shadows as clothes, drink the clear springs of forest streams, and walk the trail of Luoying. I've lived on the plateau since I was a child,

There is no view in the eyes.

Jiuzhai Paradise, Huanglong Wonderland, Qingcheng is quiet, Emei Lingxiu, the footsteps of the world are rushing, rolling up the surging smoke and dust. In me, it's just a yellowed picture of the pages of an old villain book in my hand.

I guess I'm in the middle of the mountain. Just as people living in the mountains, forests and countryside are more willing to cast their curious eyes on the red dust men and women who come in one after another, half arrogant, half pious expressions and reserved noble, heavy makeup and fashion stories.

I used to live in a landscape and there was no landscape in my eyes.

Two

The direction of fate, the direction of life. Out of the plateau where the clouds tore over the straw hat, like a cowardly snail, hiding in the heavy metal shell of the city.

Behind the cloudy vitreous, in the icy steel bushes. Under the scale claws of heavy metal, in the blade of reality, the moonlight and starlight, the falling clouds, the dew and the frost, and the shadow of the lonely wild goose are the only cold scenery we can chew.

The physical body will not be able to break through after all, so hope for the soul.

Our gaze is more likely to be closer to a scepter or a stack of printed banknotes than to a landscape.

Three

encountered Lijiang in order to fulfill a wish and promise. In my imagination, all the praise and praise for Lijiang are just the sick moans of urban people who are trapped in the red dust. It's like feasting, and people who are full of delicacies miss a plate of farmhouse cured meat or wild vegetables from the mountains.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lijiang is like a girl out of the bath, tranquil and serene, dignified and quiet. There are also light and refreshing moonlight stars, and there are also hazy and faint, flowing and jumping neon lights. The moonlight, the starlight, the neon, the lights, all seem to have a gentle heart and feelings, making people feel soft and soft like a quiet and beautiful aquatic plant in the river of time. It is by no means like the city we live in, those indifferent floating lights and frivolous streams only seduce our empty eyes, but they cannot soothe the pale hearts.

Sleeping in the beard of the years, carved beams and paintings of the Bai people's house, my mood is free and relaxed like a fish, looking back in the transparent time, although the body is very tired, I am still reluctant to close my eyes, for fear of missing the beautiful fairy tales and legends written on both sides of the time, those written in the back of an ancient nation.

Four

Some people say that the most useless thing in Lijiang may be the clock. And I think that the reason why the value of the clock is lost in Lijiang is not because of the footsteps of the old dragon clock in this ancient city and the leisurely rhythm of life here, but because the bell that rang on the ancient tea horse road in the ice years has been lingering and nostalgic for this pure land, and has been unwilling to drift away for a long time, which has distanced us from the industrial age with the roar of machines.

When the bell rings on the road, we are the travelers who have no obstacles, no matter where the beginning and the end begin, we can forget the concept of time, and just walk forward...... Walk in the vivid and unassuming details of modern things, and walk in the ancient rhyme of history that is silent but not dead...... You can be amazed by the fluttering group of clothes, or you can look at the ethnic customs of the openwork trim without revealing the color......

You can also follow behind the grandfather and wife with a beard like snow or a small toddler, and make an appointment for decades later to feel the life of the people, so that the mood can reach the ......

Five

The more undulating the stone pavement, the deeper the history of precipitation. The streets of the old town of Lijiang are longitudinal and horizontal, each of which is a section of time.

The footsteps can be tapped and tapped, so light that it feels like they are floating.

The 800-year-old dream has not yet settled. It is best to walk in our dreams with the lightest gait possible, shaking off as little as possible the earthly dust that clings to us.

Or simply stop, find a place to stay by the window facing the river, and sit in a daze. Sort out your mood under the eaves of the flow curtain, and shrink your mind in the heavy door and wall.

Maybe the longing is hopeless, or maybe the ideal is far away. None of this matters anymore, imagine that at some corner of the next street or at some unknown intersection, an unexpected encounter or unexpected emotion awaits you and makes you want to cry......

If you don't even have an imagination, you're alone with yourself. Pray in silence or prayer for yourself, without worrying about anyone hearing but God.

Six

Walking through the square street, what attracts you is not a variety of colorful storefront goods, but a quiet and casual attitude to life. The so-called ....................... with national and regional characteristics

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