From Yunnan to have had some days, and may stay in the heart's memory is still so deep, it seems that some things have entered my life has unforgettable. So going through a period of relative calm, and then follow the ancient Naxi music to re-experience that is full of passionate scenes --
The ancient city of Lijiang, in my mind is a Shangri-la. Sure enough, when we are marching multicolored quartzite stone paved road into the Square Street, when there are like heroes to Jin Yong's novels in a small town: small bridges, shops inns, steady stream of people in a variety. Weeping willows, peach blossoms, dotted the front of every household. Bright pink peach blossoms, is my memory of Hainan, one of the lost decade. So, I light in accordance with peach trees, drunk on the flowers, the dream to keep this moment forever.
After a several rounds of intense bargaining and interesting, the backpack will be a few more crafts gadgets. Although trading in the city for the same competition, but each had a shop owner looked very calm, often after intense bargaining, the buyers and sellers could even suggest, as an old friend Yueshuixiaoxiao. I am tired of sitting in a leather business in front of painting shop and the boss chatting up the owner found that people have a lot of modern "petty bourgeoisie": well-educated, especially learning the arts (fine arts) are most common, conversation extraordinary, Inter also that something elegant manners temperament. Among these, probably the most representative are those opening bars, Western, Chinese and foreign owner of the.
Afternoon of gold shopping time, and at night it is to be carefully and understand the beauty of the ancient city of Lijiang, the style of. The people milling on the street is still bustling with tourists compared to the afternoon had been slightly different. Most of the afternoon is the bulk of the influx of tourist groups, while the multi-city tour at night is the FIT backpack group, many of whom are foreigners with colored hair and eyes. About half-past eight, after listening to the Naxi ancient music concerts, the crowds disperse the crowd will be four years, to find their respective ambience of the restaurant bar atmosphere. Naxi ancient music has been 800 years of history, can play almost all entirely of 70-year-old, the largest of which, 93 years old. They are the only ones that can be played from the Tang, Song and Yuan dynasty since the authentic authentic ancient Tune artists. Unfortunately, they have only 8 to save the national treasures responsibility also falls on the music all these years have been seventy years old on the shoulders of the old and useless.
After dinner, one way or another companion went straight to an already observable good bar. In addition to a local waiter inside, the rest are all foreigners. In the loft-like floor Lin Chuang sat and ordered two bottles of "Corona." Was found downstairs, all foreigners who drank the most expensive when the real estate "Dali beer", a moment I honestly feel luxurious. Xia Du wine cooler, after looking at the distant snow-capped mountains, listening to the foot of the flowing melt of the snow-fed streams, and all seems to Akira, if Kate. Suddenly, a burst similar to the thermal tiles Pu Xinjiang instruments issued by the exotic music attracted our attention, the original group of foreigners is a downstairs began an impromptu performance. I took intoxicated intoxicated state toward their wanton waving hands and the rhythm. It sounds like a burst of Arab soul singing out, I have moved to tears filling the. When the gang invited me to a happy person and companion to join, the entire bar all the people Wai became a circle. Who is passionate about playing music for 20 year-old Israeli and his mother was Romanian. And his head is gray hair, an innocent smile as a young man of French football fathers Pula Frattini. Just that the first song and the soul of his playing musical instruments when traveling from Egypt to bring back. A simple smooth melody hum-ming, at once so that all of the people would sing it anymore. So changing to different rhythms, everyone singing softly, and swing with the rhythm of the body. A lanky youth from Germany with his bongo drum brought from Thailand and the Israeli's sound better and better. They also did not know the original. German sense of humor running Chinese language so that everyone outrageous laughter. When I told him: "I can speak English" when all people talk opened. In addition to these two, there are three Israelis, one British, one French, one Liuyang, Hunan back long hair black skirt woman ... ... I can not help but lament that: "We are the world" (We are the world ). The Germans lost no time in pointing to Egypt, Thailand, piano drums, witty to say "Of course. Include he and she." (Including of course the two friends). In Lijiang, the oldest of them is five days, the shortest is only half a day. When they know I came here from Hainan, are invariably issued a "Yo" sound, the original horizon of these no traces of the backpack group mind, Hainan had said so much charm!
Late at night, and Pieces drum singing, accompanied by faint candlelight, through the night, spread out in the snow under the plateau. You do not want to break the quiet, no one willing to leave ... ...
Today, the gang all over the world and my companions are days every other party. Whenever a corner alone, I would Paoshang a cup of "Lengxiang" tea, thinking of Lijiang, thinking of that month, Lang-Xing thin crisp nights, thinking of those who use tears of joy over the people ... ... have the chance, I will Zaiqu Lijiang to complete the unfinished business I had a dream. (Authors: on behalf of Iwamatsu)
Author: qiuyetongyu