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Lijiang Diary
January 15 sunny morning, eat eat eat a meal made of rice Teacher Li (since come to Lijiang, there is no such a soft eaten rice, side of rice is Yingying, and do not know why), we will proceed to the master Lu and Liu put a lake. Road is quite dangerous, if looking at the scenery, may be a bit timid of dizziness, Oh, kidding.
Liu took us to the chef on his way to his friend to open in the vicinity of the hotel Ninglang originally Mody, we have so a little bit wary, but after eating, I feel there's something not only tasty, but the prices are not at your , it seems is not what are Kuaidao, and Oh, that would store called "mill three Dieshui" Douhua and dry inside the mill is indeed a very tasty stir-potatoes when it comes to three Dieshui, "Handbook of Tibetan antelope" and other networks have said that the text is the Naxi's Feast, but we asked a lot of Lijiang Naxi and Han people, say no eaten, it is not clear what get in our puzzled.
More than two in the afternoon, we finally arrived at Lake Lu put, although the viewing platform has been a large number of do not know where to emerge from the child wrapped around a long time, they insisted we buy the Apple can not (they say the same, the driver master say that these kids are not in fact the Mosuo, but outside of the Yi), Lo put bad we look across the Lake Panorama's interest (all do not want to Tala with a group of children playing tug of war the nose of a friend, or to abandon that place bar), Lu Lake, but put their own beauty, is still deeply shocked us, I have seen the blue sky and clear water the Rhine, but also had the flow of water in the Seine gentle stroll, but I think I can not forget in this life to see at first glance Lu Lake put the kind of blue, blue as reaching slightest move would be broken open like, I think, seen the movie "Blue" or "the big blue" about the person can imagine, the kind of devour all the troubles of the purity of the blue, on the plateau, as quietly bathed in sunshine under the recall Chyi Chin had been sung, "If we say that mountains on the lake, is lying in the earth's surface, a drop of tears; then I become the tears, that is, hang in, your heart, the side of the lake, "then how many people's tears, which can be filled with blue Lu put Lake?
Black-headed gulls in the sky and the lake between the whipped, if you throw bread and biscuits to them, they will be very happy performing aerial stunts then eating. In fact, do not go to the island of Oshima, and toast is not important, sitting Zhucao Chuan on the A column and Assia who listen to the songs itself, arrested from a handful of water, share of sweet taste, it has been a very pleasant . To be honest, fell into the water has also been developed very good, what bonfire party, it does not bring our interest. Find a shop that is a casual sit down, eat barbecue, drink sweet and sour kind of local wine, and the A pillar or Assia Kandian chat, blankly watching the moon rising from the lake between is the life The most laid-back feel.
Night we mingled well-known big wolf bar, Hellen Mosuo people to write about the findings of the survey, and we just sat down shortly after the big wolf and say hello to a few local friends together, singing, drinking, chatting, guess "Yunnan 18 strange", mixed with large wolf their gag, the tranquil lake Lu put, we have had a very busy night.
January 16 sunny morning, in the Lu Lake crushing Ocean Waves put to wake up the horizon, How many pieces still hanging from the last flickering stars, migratory birds are also still dream about it, although the early morning cold lake beautiful people, but and lakes with the kind of the feeling of waking up is probably nothing other than. Gradually the light peaks through the clouds watching the Lion Rock are slowly from the darkness, his face exposed, Big Island and toast Island, from the sketch-like effect of change has become increasingly clear, Lu morning has come to put the lake.
Put leaving Lu Lake, we met an unexpected but a friend, thinking Lake teahouse Peter. If you think he is an individual, then you are wrong, but if you only put him as a dog, then I guess the old Peter is to be sad. Gas in this lovely guy can also have 8 years old, always lying on my feet, with a very innocent and eager eyes looked at me to eat (and later learned it was his usual tricks), and eat me to his three rabbits, he not only did not think the teeth It's all sticky, but inside our pot of eggs and bread from the brain moving, until after he had eaten enough sugar, nor even say hello to play, they drag drag Ran back to sleep, and really is not love people, gas is not yes. . . . . .
Rigby from falling into the water to the peninsula, driving sooner rather than later, but the more difficult way to go. Only one grid to the peninsula where you see a big Tiepai that reads, "Tashi home in the opposite island," such a simple but direct advertising, it is so that we do these two ads were enough to create misunderstandings, if the world on everything can be so simple, and probably also become more relaxed life, a bar. Personally feel that Rigby peninsula fell into the water more than the taste of the time, then drink the tea house Chun-ching, while grandmother that Tashi is not the time to go home to see the edge of the Mosuo house, are a good thing.
Lu put away clean lake, we again return to the prosperity of Lijiang, this time, can not tell what the reason, we wandered the Shigetsune edge of the door, friends, the original is a very picky person, but almost just as she read the Shigetsune edge of the sanitary facilities, she received us very readily agreed boss (Chen sister) lived down, and she so Haonong to me startled, Oh, but turned out to live here to really live By the way, in later these few days, we really appreciate the charm of Lijiang. . .
Sakura house at night to eat Korean food, feeling it is general, but under the quiet "investigation" Sakura house yogurt fruit salad is about the best full-Lijiang eat. Back to the Inn a bath, sitting Langxia, drink Colombian bubbles Chen Gongfu tea, feel the fragrance of flowers and trees, and had lived there for guests Shannan Haibei the Xialiao, to be honest, until this moment, that I feel , where the charm of Lijiang, really, Lijiang is not an attraction, but rather an integration into the atmosphere which, if it is followed by group, sat the bus to come and go rush, you absolutely can not understand this. That lazy night, cool and bright sky, fragmented subject, Lijiang, that's it I was hooked. . . . .
January 17 clear today to buy gift.
However, in the morning or go to a Black Dragon Tanbian the Dongba Museum, read a lot of information, but only from the back side was informed that Mr Costa is just the fact that the Institute, the museum is inside the Black Longtan, Ha ha!
We are all fascinated by a kind of scale may form a complete set of Tibetan bells (in the copper-Ling Gremlin seen), in almost exhausted all of the Lijiang later in the current paper Lane to find the source of this bell in the boss for us wearing bell at the same time, we also recognize her daughter, one nicknamed "little bells" in two-year-old girl. However, in the bell's journey to find the largest gain, should be counted to know about Ms Sylvia. Fei work, shop - Dongba workshop on the Lane in the present text is a lovely shop selling hand-Wooden, where everything is you can not see anywhere else in Lijiang, but the price is also fair than the outside many, Fei is a very character of the girl, she would not too much overripe greet you, only you ask about price she will tell you, but if we are in Shanghai, according to the kind of habits and her bargain, that she would rather are unwilling to do business with you waste any more words, and they shop there is a fun tradition, if you really want to bargain, then you do it on his own time, take a look at this thing was worth the price. Although we are only there to buy a bunch of lanterns and the like, but then every night we have all been hanging on in there Kaohuo chat with Fei, Fei was also out of her master and his Mistress photographs to us , music we can not find the North.
On this day we have another one in Lijiang major discovery, that is, according to Chen Columbia's pointing in the loyalty market, find something called "ice pink" thing, cool sweet and sour, and very refreshing, if the summer to go, then we must be to taste ah!
Sister Chen and Chen night in Costa Rica, where rub the rice cooker while drinking their ribs yam soup, while secretly feeding their homes with the bones of the famous little dog "Pipi", it is incredibly happy.
January 18 clear on the go, and mood is no longer merely a "reluctant" as simple.
Dutchman sitting on stone bridge open, "Rembrandt" tea reading, and Kandian girls chat, watch as their boss dog elephant's back like a child behind the label on the inside, try not to think about Tomorrow we must leave the facts.
Moderate sun shone on the body, flowing water, such as passing away slowly walk through the years and can not express their own feelings, as if to see that in the whole of a rainbow after the rain, but had to watch as she disappeared.
Each step on quartzite's footsteps, brings us too far away from Lijiang, some of it.
The evening went to "Little Paris", other than the owner is French, I get the feeling and nothing to do with Paris. Once thought that a stroll in the Champs Elysees Avenue is the happiest I; have felt standing in the garden of Tuileries Palace, the is standing on the center of the world of me; once thought that the new bridge shouted aloud the name of love can be freed all my troubles, in a small Paris Moso girl singing in the heart slowly discovered another world, a mere part of Lijiang, and my world.
Yes, I have seen the Champs Elysees, in my night Du Yue Li Hua Garden in tears, listening to Notre Dame in the morning mist in the bell. However, in this small Old Town of Lijiang, in the way just a few days, there is nothing to change everything different, everything has changed. . .
January 19 clear the first time, I lost back home.
When the plane slowly falling into the clouds in Shanghai, when those familiar with the building's feet skim the first time I have a feeling of drowning,
As if those gray high-rise buildings about to be submerged in this place where I was born has been Shen Chen Shen. . . . . . . . .
Author: redballoon77
