Early morning wake-up burst of bu sound of dreams. Walking barefoot in the house, dressed in knee-high skirts, there is not even a hint of chill. Pull the curtain a distance, go, is a deep green, as well as a thick fog, early morning in Xishuangbanna where the long-opening.
I remember just last night, the plane plunging in the dark under the stars, came the warm and humid tropical rain forest mist. Strong winds, and the light rains in the fragrance of the coconut trees. Read our guide to pick Miss, has been put on the Tongqun Dai, thin, like butterflies in the summer night sky.
With the car we walk through the town in Jinghong. Miss guides what to say words I have forgotten. I just feel more and more away from this city near the road side of the banana trees and towering coconut trees, whirling graceful, familiar and unfamiliar, and mixed with tropical fragrance, slowly I brought a piece of magic land.
In this way, exclaimed the meet into a dreamland.
Today, travel in Myanmar. Along the way, cars in the winding road roundabout, luxuriant forest ecological system make it look beautiful and mysterious piece of land, Ms. Dai tour guides talk about the beautiful Xishuangbanna, full of pride and tenderness. However, when they mentioned Niezhai some of the story, his face filled with a heavy.
Xishuangbanna, is a magical land. However, 20 years ago, is a barren land. Many educated youth came to stay in the beautiful Xishuangbanna, 10 years later, there are many educated youth is gone, the Xishuangbanna forever remain in the bottom of my heart. I do not know how many beautiful woman in tears, crying that they have left loved ones, I do not know how many lonely children looking for, looking forward to their memory has been obscured parents.
There are many hard to explain the reasons for which do not white, so beautiful and always in Xishuangbanna has become a headache, I hope time left is tolerant and understanding, are accompanied by singing swing in the mountainsides of the rubber trees.
Out of a mountain pass, over a Bazi, and then open a few steps is the frontier. After the provincial borders and the previous inter-line also no different, are similar points, but a few more police officers, as well as some Chinese signs. That a side street, it should be said that the bus than we often through the barriers of the provincial boundaries but also ordinary, only those soldiers salute with the review of politeness has made me feel a little solemn. Our car at a police patrol in the border slowly come out, and then looked away of the land back there is not even feel the taste of parting.