In a rain swirling in the season, I went back here, have been a lot of time, allow me to feel pain or pleasure, Cheng pulls the past into a genuine touch of clouds floating in the mountain ridges on Cangshan away from me like approximate far. Only one, "Wang Fu-yun" is still in the Erhai Cangshan still sad waver between broad land softly asked: "He came back yet? Why do not you come back?." And I know that it is clear, even if the charge is not Lu flowers (Mongolian grass back to life in the name.) Reproduce the world, even if you opened in the spring and summer the water of Erhai Lake to find his body, his soul will not come back, because he had landed Fan Chen, start their families for generations, rushing for a living, busy, are willing to be a mortal man, tired of those who stirred up a storm, the shaping of passing away, drank countless bowls of Mengpo Tang, He can remember what you appearance to look like?
I saw them, yes-man, and Ha Lang Kou into, they just want to pre-existence helpless mourning the loss of love, blessings of life's fortunate to have seen all of the dependents dual Lu. Day after day, so he decided to fly here, and the children and grandchildren and friends flying. But today, the frivolity of the visitors after another from all directions towards the railings and tickets have been blocked fountain, sparkling Hanguang incessant harassment of the camera they thought that the quiet, was once a quiet home, their only choice is to leave, may be left forever, leaving behind a lonely tree, shaking the branches, watching the self-righteous visitors to buy their descendants and friends of the specimens, wink of the playing of "Mirs" and "Golden Flower." Finally a white butterfly sleeve through my side, I have to think hard about the whereabouts of it, it told me goodbye, said: "Butterflies are free." I understand: only the railings and tickets outside the sky, is their life Shangri-la.
Went to town to see a hair color and yellow girl, left hand holding Erkuai, right hand holding a roasted white corn, there is no time Gu Buzhuo "manage" because of loose scattered across the face of fine hair, a mouthful pan the shiny, dragging has already dropped the shoes, walking in the street a stone. Her tired face upturned up being told by several dignitaries like objects: "This is the ancient city of Dali in the evening you can go to the洋人街Paojiu Ba."洋人街? A very strange name, but the years can change the color of rivers and mountains, my ancestors and I walked the streets of their footprints had disappeared, replaced by what name, what is the relationship. Clubbing? Oh? I understand looking at this one short street, blowing gently in a light rain falling in the city from all directions in every corner, it seems to be scared to go slowly twilight landing. The street lights are lit one after another, overtly or covertly lights inadvertently printed on the rain-wet the stone, the look fragmented, spot mottled barge, one of the shops between the day and even at night a lot more lively, Bar? That is, a place to drink it, am glad this place not only people but also from all sides of the barbarian and the barbarians do, they seem to enjoy it a rainy season.
Girl from those objects, to walk alone on the road, in a small shop to sit down and suddenly I would like to talk about her, I chose to sit in front of her, and she froze a moment, smiled and said: "Hello !, "" Hello! "I answered her. She asked with a smile: "If you can not drink, you can drink coffee and Coke." I know my dress made her a little surprised.
I want her to say cola, drink, and asked her: "It's like the Dali it?"
Her eyes looked at the front, answer me: "Yes, is my favorite place."
"Why?"
"Can walk on the ridge, you can see the endless expanses of paddy fields, at the edge of the water can touch the Erhai Lake, you can see the fisherman's cabin full of smiling faces when we can see when the shiny golden sunset, you can see the Cangshan reflection, you can also enjoy horseback riding up the hill is the wind is blowing. "
"They do not have it?"
"I'm not home, and that some farmland into factories, the water is yellow with no anger, those mountains have gradually reduced, the survival of the tree can not find their place." Her face with a smile.
"Just because of these? Can love a place?"
"Of course, there is here, romantic legends, most notably the story of a Mr. King said."
, "I understand," I really understand! I give guidance, Mr. King is said to have never been here, but for people here wrote a story that a few people do not know the story. "Do you believe this story is true?" I asked.
She looked at me strange: "Why I can not believe it is true, not that a romantic legend do? The story is perhaps an extension. As to whether there are such characters, these characters have not done any of those things, but also how kind of it? "
How can what? Not how, to go go, come to life and death at the time of the reincarnation is nothing but a short moment.
A lot of terminology from the girl's mouth say it, I felt strange, too long and did not come into contact with the homeland. Huangmaoyatou stood up, smiled and said: "I come to a lot of times, there is an interest and I walk Well, for your guides, do not accept tips." I can not resist her slightly weathered face, recall, I seem to have seen such a face, but can not afford to have memories of how her name is, just as how I can not completely recall, "洋人街" the old Yan.
Do not know why, I would go with her, I rarely come out once, actually would go with her, towers, stone street, broken tiles, houses, bars, lights, listening to no one she talked about a book Mr. King fragments . . . . . . In her talk, under the gradual traction and clear story impulsive noise present in the screen screen, we like to go back and forth until we had tired legs, until I met her in the cold cold hands gradually until the horizon The black will have to recede. . . . . .
Unfortunately, she said to me: "I'm going back to hotel, and today still starting." She reached out her hand, took my hand, said: "I am pleased to meet you, if destined future Dali see." I I do not know what is remembered, and asked her: "Mr. King's book also said what?" she laughed heartily: "And I like them one word: water is the wavefront cross, mountain Mei Feng-together, want to ask pedestrians to which side ? facial features graceful Department. wine and Recall Q Jun 3 languages, for whom open, camellias Mun Road. "spin while, she complained:" This Is not see Duan Yu said the kinds of camellias had. "Suddenly she asked: "how do I call you?"
I slowly put down her hand and said: "My name is Yan Duan, goodbye!" These words, he walked quickly walked to the front, time is running out, I have to come back to my place. Do not look back, we can not turn back, but can feel a pair of eyes watched me Qingliang disappearing backs.
My body has not appeared in the morning when the Piaoqi began to clear up, disappearing the moment, I stroked the shiny head, suddenly want to go back to her again, said: My name is Yan Duan, also known as segment and reputation of genuine Duanzheng Chun's son, and Duan Yanqing without any relationship, my uncle Duan Zheng-Ming Hou was good soaring Thailand illustrates the "days of change" in the name of a Buddhist monk was forced to abdicate, and soaring Thailand became the emperor, the country Number who have "greater China" Two years later, the throne is also back to my uncle's brother, that is my father Duanzheng Chun, but the sole ruler for Gao, Duan Shi dynasty nominal. My family, almost all men, the last Buddhist monks and nuns, including me. I did not ask Arjuna, Azi's sister, I fell in love with a woman without Wang Yuyan, no Zhong Ling, and no Mu Wanqing. . . . . . May only be young when the extent of one side of the Erhai Erkuai left hand, right hand holding a roasted white corn, hearty laughter, when loneliness Huangmaoyatou are still occasional.
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A year later, I returned to Dali at a given time, drank a few glasses of rice wine prohibited, I think of when Huangmaoyatou parting words: wine strike Question Jun 3 languages, for whom open, camellias Mun Road. Although I have not seen the Camellia species and said, I decided to one called "Tian Long Ba Bu" book all the reading, not loss of any one piece.
2001 in Dali
Author: heiyi
