In the residential home used by the local Naxi family style meal, double wooden floor connected to an old house surrounded by two four-courtyard garden, flowers and wrapped around the tree melon. Naxi is not considered as a private banquet menus are very similar to my taste. My taste has always been very light and does not like to use spices. This is the zone in Yunnan cuisine is not spicy Sauvignon partial to the taste salty side. Savory grilled fish kebab attracted my taste, rotten rotten stew was basically no Dongkuai potatoes and pumpkin, a dish similar to the cold Chine grass everything looks pretty fresh, grasping one into his mouth, wow. . . . . . Out of courtesy, I did not dare to spit it out, the terrible, have no choice but endured down the pharynx. Days, this is absolutely Yuxingcao taste. Houttuynia its unpleasant odor, but an excellent well-known medicinal properties. Can not think of it, even the unpleasant fellow of Naxi unpalatable herbs when cooking.
Naxi people of high fat girl fat golden shuttle back and forth slightly shy side dish delivery dish. To fat for the United States in this nation, must have considered as beauty, right? I use a large number of men look forward to their movements, their faction Zhuyuanyurun the appearance of white skin, surprisingly. The road came to see are all by high intensity sunshine tan thick black woman, let me see no age, is always a gently posture, dressed in civilian clothing and bloated.
Dinner too fine, fat gold sister introduced us to another courtyard to sit down and drink tea Kegua Zi, all had come prepared for hospitality. Just to see the yard pumpkin winding, the following sub-orchid chrysanthemum planting, the sky over the rain Mist courtyard is still a very leisurely pace. Host family's young men and women began singing in antiphonal style in a small courtyard surrounded by four sides of the tourists to sit idle, do you believe it or not? Weekdays gang tapes will be facing the front of the screen karaoke OK lyrics of the FIT Zhexia Ke hum two broken skull to want to scratch a few of the lyrics a cappella. This is a guest in the homes, to give the total face, the microphone Didao eyes, desperately finding a way to remain silent, but rude things. The interaction between host and guest actually getting better, and the atmosphere mobilized, slapstick is still very much up and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. I am still inundated with rain and occasional in the courtyard of an old-fashioned singing with others "in the rain." . . . Have gathered, there are separate, life is a drama of this, there is laughter, there are crying, I do not know who who avoid them in the past. . . Only quietly endured all this, and are subject to numerous spring winter. . . . Get enough, I left quietly. Rushed to the Lost Horizon, under the auspices of Naxi ancient music will assume personal command.
Xuan Ke, the 74-year-old old man is indeed a controversial name.
No matter how much he merits and demerits of the Naxi Orchestra, as a tourist, I just believe my ears.
It is said that playing mostly from the Tang Dynasty of ancient music, musical instruments and playing are a bunch of old man from generation to generation. Can only use the word is said, though Xuan Ke constantly argued with various arguments. His mouth, too clever, or say it is too oily, and, of course, can be said to humor. When a person is too good for nothing more than taking the time to use, it will cause others to question the depth of their expertise.
The scene is still very good, seats are basically full, surrounded by a very upstairs corridors jammed with the crowd to enjoy.
In my very amateur musical ear, the faintly hear a high-pitched sound Tang Qing Yue, and early music, heard a familiar Forbidden City.
Lost Horizon, the end of each song to show off his routine wit and humor, and occasionally reveals a point of acidity. . . I was a bit too far. There is no lack of words with me ahead of the game, such as he said, Hong Yi is a real genius, is worth commemorating. . Not just to commemorate those few political writers. . . . . . Changting, the old road, Grass sky.
Breeze Fu Liu flute disability, sunset hill outside the mountain. Days of the cliff, to the corner. Familiar half-scattered, a pot of liquor do I Huan, tonight Do not Menghan. He stepped down, so many visitors from around the world gathered at a remote Naxi a cup, of Li Hong Yi Qing Chang unison songs, not that sensational injury of. In fact, Koichi how I wanted to remember it makes a big way,? In a sad evening, in their native place, so many of people with a variety of state of mind to come here because it fit a little consonance, they think of his eternal never occur again, intentions and the singing, the emotions of this realm should be more pure and more beautiful, right?
I must mention is that most of the stage playing the old man look sluggish, tired appearance. I would like Lost Horizon, is probably intended to play with these old men to show that pure ancient times. However, they, after all, too old, white-haired and sat playing not that tired, so that makes the whole mental outlook was not very good band. Thereafter, the Naxi ancient music banner Tam continues, as the famous tourist programs, must be interspersed among them are talented young men and women players Tiaotai Liang. Habits and to keep the music pure, music records, and then by word of mouth, who would care must let the old man hanging aged; carry on playing it can be called the orthodox?
It is worth mentioning that the quality of a good audience scenes. This is probably to the heart are the creator with a spontaneous Philharmonic tickets to listen to, but also with people who come to Lijiang itself publicizes the state of mind to live in leisure, or elsewhere on.
Night in the Old Town of Lijiang let my heart beat and moved.
Like a distant dream, appeared in front of us.
Can see, the more beautiful than expected even echocardiography.
While here, claimed to be Petty's paradise. Although I am very disgusted with the word petty bourgeoisie.
Although before I done enough on the plateau south, little bridges and people's psychological impression of flowing water.
Although aware of this ancient city known as the city, then it will not be small to go.
However, the petty bourgeoisie is the word a bit misreading of Lijiang, but real life with the idea of some of the petty bourgeoisie did not do and instead, or even worse.
However, I do not know is a pleasant surprise or complicated to find the most typical of small bridges are not scenery of the southern people, but in Lijiang.
However, the scale of the city, the atmosphere of harmony, the ancient building is still beyond my imagination.
Lijiang, I came and gently walk.
Busy tiring as far away as the southern city, and I imagine every day like Lijiang. Work and are familiar with everything so I am tired, I just want to find a quiet place to a rest, breathe a breath. Not say my life is very rich and can be considered decent, but the day, still have to struggle to survive a few meters off very effort withered. I believe that to be paid before the Betrader. Often thought, so there is no creative life day by day whether you want to continue? What then? 30 and then struggling to rush people to do? Sections and flow around the clear stream of water soothe me, and the whisk waterfront wind Aoyagi made me feel comfortable. Each one walking in the old stone road pedestrians, including tourists, including the impression that the city residents are friendly. Waterside coffee bar constantly idle crowd gathered. Under the drizzling rain, passed a small bridge, twists and turns in walking through the ancient city. Suffused with a variety of shops on both sides can buy them at random lighting. Colors with different features of the mini-bar interlude which, more often near the water put up umbrellas arrayed on the potential of open-air coffee cafe. Deep in the ancient city of stone path leads to where I do not know to always see hanging from the corner of the end of little red paper lanterns. Each one small stone bridge across the Stone Arch, along the flow direction, do not ask, put me into the city water the most beautiful part of the enchanting Nightlife. That is how a light rain in the night view of the ancient city, ah, serenity, harmony and cozy. Nobody seems to worry about where tomorrow's breakfast. Should be more than the crowded city, but that do not feel noise. In the ancient wandering around that are all human, T-shirt shop in the little girl in a white cotton shirt with hand-drawn comics on the coating, pigments are dry and hang out selling. Various working workshop, or that doing a variety of art studios in the wood crafts, fine crafts, and pay attention to a surprise, never different from the normal tourist spots shoddy goods. Many of them are, in some professional art magazines work.
Jin to go, you can look at to enjoy, they are still busy in the hands of the artisans live, and not even look up at it one. Look at price, really cheap, but do not bargain. Do not know how many folk artists or technical college students here to practice trick up his sleeve all the way to go down, no less. Here, an artist village, and their work is still no shortage of visitors to enjoy the purchase to go.
There is a Wooden shop, a few guys are doing a variety of sizes of wooden bells, the whole placed on Naxi Dongba pictograph. Hand made very thin, the wind a swaying, issued faint ring tones. Bought two, one is even more paint on the antique, the other is wood color.
Unconsciously, gone through a crowded around the water-door of the village came to the Tea-Horse Road indispensable road, here obviously deserted, and few visitors, but local residents more. Silhouette of residents hastily, mostly when the woman, carrying a large basket of unhurried walk. Tea-Horse Road is a walk through the history of the major mountains in the cross-sectional, Sanjiang Basin, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Characterized by tea-horse trade, people-the way back to the ancient animals and the general commercial Road. China's Tibet region then the mainland of China, foreign company in South Asia, Southeast Asia, an important bond. As in ancient China and the "Silk Road" Another par foreign economic and cultural exchanges and the spread of ancient Chinese civilization, international channels, tea-horse ancient road southwest of all ethnic groups since ancient times has been the interaction between integration corridors. This was formed in the Southern Song Dynasty, prosperous in Ming and Qing dynasties of the ancient city of what it is today. First fame overseas, and then in 1996 a major earthquake in a 7.2, instead letting the ancient city famous in China, an instant, stunned the nation in Yunnan-Tibet between the three rivers (the Nu River, the Jinsha River, Lancang) and stream Office Time is like stagnation, paradise of the ancient city. A great earthquake disaster, but sake of the Lijiang. Lijiang began under the eyes of the world continue to bloom with the fragrance of a long quiet. Somewhere seemed to help their own days. Magnitude 7.2 earthquake has given countless subsequent construction of brick houses destroyed, and this age-old wooden structure of the old house was accidentally preserved. A natural disaster has government eliminate the huge Chaiqian Fei, the old town of Dayan Town, to be a comprehensive renovation and the subsequent separation of door to Metro. Many thanks to the natural world by the TOEFL singular landscape, by the United Nations recognized as a world natural heritage, and Lijiang, is to declare the success of World Cultural Heritage. This ancient culture, including at the foot of the ancient caravan trade, this is too rugged for horses foot stone path. Turned around and looked, this is only the tea-horse ancient road a small part of the Long March, including the subsequent restoration of the customs gate tower. Square Street conceivable that more than 1000 years ago, tea-horse trade in the bustling city, business travel and the caravan of weary toil. Even a small stone bridge is also less direct way is called duck bridge, just because the previous sale of duck eggs are gathered at the stone bridge to complete.
Shun Street, built houses come and go, along the mountain hillside patchwork, there are no rules of the road network, no walls, Naxi, Bai, Yi, Han, Tibetan and other ethnic mixed here. Do not see any man-made plan, but a natural heaven. Lijiang, it does not have heavy make-up, not even light brush Emei, all restored to its color. The nature, after all, in the value of Lijiang.
Michiko thousands of years ago that the eternal is the Heaven and Man, the natural person to get along in harmony. Looking to Lijiang, I still worried, human over-exploitation of the tourist spots would be Jiezeeryu. The face of the ancient city where the houses give away more and more rent operation, one day, the ancient city's business when the smell reached the limit that is ruined when the ancient city of charm. Not far from the ancient city of Dali is a living model. Tang Nanzhao Dali, the legendary Duan Yu's hometown, was once just how enchanting, and now look, much better than this. This is the commercial town of Dali, Dali convergence of over-development I do not know.
In Lijiang, where travelers can read the history of grief can in this quiet city of remote healing, the artist can find inspiration for this piece of cultural treasure. Favorite folk music can be found here bosom friend. Struggling with parts of human nature developed sophisticated business people can come here and feel good extension, therefore still ancient folkways. Even if you have a little pocket money, and Yulong Snow Mountain is a plateau under the pearl-like beauty of the golf course.
10000 individuals went to Lijiang, there are ten thousand reasons, even if only to bend over the ancient city of flowing water continuously idle to walk freely drink a cup of tea or coffee. Flow time in Lijiang is a gentle time.
Xu said that, in the Kang River Roubo, I knowingly sell at a water plant.
So I said, let my dead body back to the southern city of noise and let my heart do a clean swept the ancient city where the grass, snow-capped mountains on the icy snow shed was washed gentle hearts of countless visitors.
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