* They - Ninglang Xian City, June 17 Lijiang to Ninglang I was the only one on the shuttle tourists to the lake so Ninglang a small van driver insists wait for the next shuttle bus to kick in at least three people before he ran.
Bored to death waiting room I have a butt to sit in the road outside teeth sub-speaking street.
This is typical of the mainland town, just like the old houses, potholed roads, foul of the shop, and the current period of any of a small county in China is no different.
Then my eyes caught something unusual things.
Yi is the three women, head forward to the width of their large ethnic-specific hair, a black with black skirt, bare feet, from the corner roll-out, meandering from.
I seem to see their angelic face rounded profile, tall swaying posture, pleated skirt with the modesty of their guests will swing forward to walking - blink of an eye kung fu they had not seen hidden into the other end of the shadow of the corner.
Only Piaofei The pleated skirt is still flashing before my eyes - even two months later, my fingers tapping the keyboard, the eyes across the empty screen - I saw it flying skirt garment.
They have a noble origin is the descendants of the black Yi, right? They are living in the high mountains outside the city do? They do not like how cheap and easily replaced by other ethnic Han Chinese clothing still stick to the ancestors of the clothing? They look inside an unusual number of hidden in an unusual story?
Now why would I deeply regret not to follow those three beautiful women away Yi, accompanied them into the mountains of their world.
Only the Qunjiao Piaofei again and again affect the bottom of my heart tender, flipping my eyes moist - for that day but missed the beauty of negligent meet unexpectedly.
* She - Nepal Village Lugu Lake, June 18
Of that day a man walking along the lake is simply an unmitigated good and perfect trip.
Does not require a difficult climb, do not need to focus attention at the foot of the road, so I can freely wander, let me have any thoughts Seton Hall. I do not speak, does not sing, do not take pictures, and even thought has stopped, but as wandering soul full of joy like the Bop in the lakes and mountains. Do not want it to say that this is my self-a person's world, I would rather say that this is a natural moment. This natural Xixixiangtong each other has a sweet, as the exclusive love, and then people do not close and I can share.
If it is not Nigeria Zhai small drainage edge of a pretty woman, for questioning my wake, I thought I could have been into R & B.
Shocked a full two minutes before she was originally Huiguo Shen said her family had white horses and asked me whether or not to ride.
Declined her on the road. Walked half a mile, and suddenly think: riding a white horse at the sunny side of the Lugu Lake stroll clatter - sounds Mandarins feeling ah.
A result of this idea, the trouble they turn back to find the White Horse Village Nigerian woman. She lead me home, when I discovered inadvertently into a real Mosuo people.
Mu Lengfang compound formed, the hatchback stacked with a variety of cereals, Pan raises big pig piglets, both the rise is the middle of tall grandmother room. Entered the house, the old grandmother wearing a skirt sitting on Huo Tangbian nod and smile to me. I bow salute. Women fought butter tea from a pot took white bread, and they asked me to join around the fireplace with the lunch. The fire flickered inside the face of her modesty, such as Lake Chad put another on the rhododendron flower faint. This is a beautiful woman appears to inward and shy, did not say much, but bow fiddle with charcoal, and occasionally rise to me and smiled.
Inward and shy nature, I also happen to one. I also can not say something, but to bow their heads to drink butter tea, and occasionally rise to her and smiled.
This warm and comfortable the time did not last long. Women have to hurry back to continue her labors in the fields.
For my part, though they do not ride the White Horse XXXX reasons. Village, a Malay uncle pull ash as replacement of the horse. Cerebral gray horses slowly wither wither the first pack I walk, even if I get knocked its Mapi branches, it also indifferent to continue its slow pace thoughtfully. Although I know that Wei Ren should be tolerant, after all, could not help with the uncle, said: or if I go down and carrying a horse is faster. Uncle Han Han smiled. Hei hei, I have no choice but to laugh.
However, do not regret my mind. If it is not riding a white horse that I play a ridiculous genius idea, why would they do to get to know the beautiful white horse woman.
11-day trip, my heart was disseminated, such as the lake surface water plants flower normally soft and moist, a segment at some point every day to make my burst into tears - catch me in tears that day, known as Lin cousin of the. This poor child is only limited by walls in a hopeless love for her weep with grief; I was feeling negligent meet unexpectedly on the road all the beauty - and my life has thus been decorated glittering, Colorful.
It makes me full of gratitude. Happiness is self-inflicted.
THE END.
Author: Flitterjade
