Lijiang, in the strict sense could be said that Dayan town of Lijiang is a city of people full of imagination. Too many people have visited Lijiang, Lijiang written far too many people, too many people to call their city of Lijiang. Lijiang has been painted a different visitors in different colors, I have but one of them, but still that Lijiang Lijiang, 800 years in the footsteps of countless people in a hurry they dress. White walls and gray tiles, streaky Stone Road, Man of a clean soft water plants, are becoming increasingly calm, are becoming increasingly soft. All the people she met, all the things she had experienced, but she did not get old, kind of feel comfortable and all-inclusive, tolerant they really help people's heart slowly calmed down. Do not know from where the charm, I would just be passing through, or what can be left in that town, perhaps such numerous wander and fall out, so that Lijiang is always exudes charm and fresh breath.
The time when the world with light rain Lijiang, Yulong Bridge saw a large water tankers, water tankers before it is rotating around the clock behind him is a large-scale Metro, imagine water at the town look like meandering. Although many times heard people describe, but I really see the small stream located in the old house and the willow in the wind, Qing Wu, I was overawed by her. It felt both strange deja vu again, this plateau of Shui Ching! A row of red lanterns Yanzhao He extends down to issue a warm light. Shelves with many Mu Banqiao river bridge is a Naxi Ren and the Chinese on both sides of the colors to open restaurants, snack bars and crafts shops, are friendly to attract business, their voices are soft and pleasant. Although there are smart businessmen, but certainly is an acceptable comfort. As the darkness is getting stronger, more and more town exudes warmth and some sweet powder, and a great look inside the more walking around the river Square Street coffee bar, pub more and more came a temptation, colored wooden benches to sit at random tourists on tea, coffee, beer, curl Nana leapt up the night sky in the town can not put into words from the ambiguous, the ancient appearance of the city under the sense of revealing that some people do not know what is like it is our long, long time ago came to a place . Middle of the river stood a small wooden bridge, willow into the wind and cool the body, that the wind seems to be far far away from the place where blowing, but clearly coolly Jiaoren fresh. Along the water looking in the past, shadows Dengying acoustic shadow in the water swaying suddenly suddenly distant past, it seems Zhensi magic. Black lights at the people's voice like a san drama at the background of erratic also true. Looked down the river in small WATER LANTERNS, really do not know where they are feeling. This is Nazuo which has existed for 800 years of town do?
Dashiqiao snack sitting where the window is small bridges, look like a painting in the past, people see us having the same problem does not like a painting. Walking in the street in the town of numerous articles, often disoriented, they often will encounter many interesting visitors, the day is an engraved plate hanging Naxi language to listen to the small shop owner speak Naxi Babao, a little girl ran in, mouth and asked the boss if you tell me how to use the Naxi, said: "Like ants as labor, like the Butterfly, as life," the little girl's face hanging from a pure desire for extremely cute. Ha, I hope from time, as if a woman labors, like ants, men did live like a Butterfly. Looked at the boss skillfully carved in the hanging disc only understand their own words, and my heart is full of tacky fun. There are some things we hope that she will long forever, as this ancient text, even though each has a different combination of meaning, can not become the most essential.
Square Street on the map that depends on the four faces is that they look at four different times of day the town. Indeed it streaky slab is a town on the old market in downtown, different times have different styles. She was always available during the day was packed with tourists, but accidentally left that morning to see the dawn in the clean, fresh, pure town looks like. Although summer may be the old town is still a trace of biting in the early morning coolness, hastily walked Square Street, the usual hustle and bustle of the market at the moment only one selling breakfast of Naxi women in Lijiang Baba stove emitting a moist sweet clean the entire market open, as if washed by rain, a thin morning mist and the cool breeze of fresh people have little melancholy, footsteps tread on the stone on the road, step by step farewell. To the Lijiang airport, suddenly a huge picture hung on the wall, that does not exactly have just gone through the early morning in the town do? Yulong Snow Mountain to the dawn light sprinkling the streets on both sides of the brick room painted with a layer of pale gold, lubrication of soft stone path shining with light, so quiet serene, infinite vitality. This is the ancient town of Lijiang purest truest one face, with nothing to do with those of us visitors, who fell in love with the town and to his own artistic pursuit, or the pursuit of fame and fortune attached to the town's people does not matter. It was her own, 800 years to wake up early every morning, free to breathe the air under the snow-capped mountains, quietly waiting for a new beginning.
Author: axia7481
