In the vast world, occupy an afternoon, we met one night might be combined with a morning to face a different path out of the window field of fresh river trip who is entitled to a broad selection to choose what we can on the train - "the train"
10 pm, we climbed out from Kunming to Dali tourist train. Know people are busy with the car, chat, wash. Hun Hun vehicle lighting and scribbled on the lower berth did not affect people's pilgrimage-like floating heart. Of those, or smile or sad or tired, the face is similar to water droplets, in the vast sea, the occasional, and separated. May never meet the possibility of a second.
There is a drop of water is special. That, and my mother shop for middle-aged man. In other words we have put forward, and his premises, he did not hesitate to Tizhe Da bags from one compartment of the lower berth to kill the upper berth to the 14 cars is, indeed, let us be moved. 14 cars of the hallway, we observed him becoming quite look. Used to be a frustrated businessman, we marvel at what happened to him all night long talk, he became a drop of water we know - Liu brother.
Dali arrived in the station, the sky is still dark. 5:00 and more wind on the body is already autumn vertical and horizontal. Station voices with one of the phase fuss. Fortunately, then our boys have been waiting for us early, and avoid pushing out of the station, we discovered that the stomach has been emptied counted in the singing, but no place to have breakfast, we decided to first go to Dali.
Cars along the road turning the corner, companion and whispered: "Look it, Erhai Lake." Yes, the right side of the road silently appeared in the waters of a look. Erhai Lake.
Wei Xing car to leave it at the edge of the Lake Erhai. I have always cherished the dark waters of a mysterious feeling of fear. The dark waters are a kind of feminine extreme. If the water if there is a spiritual, which is a woman, wrapped around one ankle in the bottom of the lake Sanzhao long hair, has become increasingly volatile in mettle. I can not legislate away from Erhai Lake near where the foot of the shore is a simple and firm the soil, cross step is soft and not the top of water. A group ink surface of the lake, not far from the bolt of the leaf boat, which is what a Chinese painting in the rains it? Slight morning breeze blowing the shore trees Nongmo also like leaves, a group from a regiment to the sound of pops is the fall in the singing. I looked up, corner to lean on sticky days trip. The distance a pulse Mountain shadow, extent, revealed the color indigo, it was guarding the Cangshan Erhai. Looking Erhai Lake, and then farther is the little bit of spark. They said it was fisherman light. What is so dedicated that physical exertion? Mean that. Erhai Lake is only cursory visitors to relax muscles used to roll in a water bed, Erhai Lake is the flesh and blood fisherman, fisherman's parents.
This side of the Erhai thought silently, watching. Kim has been red dawn sky from the deep black backdrop to the human Salou - Erhai Lake is immediately woke up.
When we entered the ancient city of Dali was already dawn fresh. The city gate a few grass went up to the dog in a friendly manner. Moved to front of the dog, I took a few pictures. Dali, who imagined the city must be more honest cute. Into the city, and we directly toward the breakfast shop, nature is the traditional food - noodle. In addition to distinctive snacks, the city is the endless shops on both sides. I say to those people to have blurred vision of the things that has never been interested in would think that two or three bookstores rather special, which are all beautifully printed guidebooks. Filtered through the lens view of the scenery like the travels, as a symbol in another world, there is awe-inspiring, so that pilgrims imagined ecstasy. Loving to leave the bookstore, for almost 10 o'clock a. Standing on a long street, look back at the white walls and black tiles on top of Dragon Cangshan, extraordinarily pretty solemn. Round and round strands of white clouds hanging over the mountain top, sentimentally attached to the mountain top. Yong Zhao Cangshan cloud ah never let go.
Car drove through a period of bumps along the trail, we returned to the shores of Lake Erhai. After some bargaining, we have a line of packet boats began rafting Lake Erhai. I am a person sitting in the bow. Close your eyes stretch limbs. Let the sun and wind arbitrary entanglement plateau, passing from the skin. The taste of water sent to the Nose swing onboard suddenly, suddenly concentrated light.
The Erhai swept away the pre-dawn daytime mystery. When you look at the shore of Erhai Lake is a coarse hair girl like wearing clothes of mourning, the more fled to the depths of her embrace of the more dignified and generous people to see it. That is the beauty of Erhai cross Cangshan and silhouetted against the blue sky and clouds. The monastery is surrounded at the end of Erhai Lake is the endless mountains. Affordable shades of cloud from the sky overlooking the Lake Erhai, without too much changes, it was like a thousand years ago, as floating in the sky, guarding the Castle Peak and Haizi. Erhai the rippling water waves, no clouds, the wave can remain in his heart. By contrast, excessive precipitation south of the lake city of powder and historical melancholy. Plateau lakes is simple - the sun simply pouring the water on the surface of the water simply to accept the sunlight. Simply the wind blowing. The fish simply swim. Trees on the island simply to green with. People on the island simply to live.
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Around noon, we boarded the Kam Sho, Elvin Island. Linshui pier filled with stalls, are a class of dried shrimp, dried fish dry aquatic products. There are teams with oil with deep-fried whitebait, deep-fried shrimp. I have tasted next to a fresh, but it was not a particularly delicious feeling. The midday sun is very bright, shining to sprinkle on the island, the island like an overexposed photo, there is no trace of a shadow. We are walking under the sun, walked along the stone path to the island. Road merchants on both sides of the shop is very simple, in their own branch block the entrance door, display the goods on the pull of the throat to attract customers. Selling things and Erhai Lake is slightly different from the outer world, there are knives, to wear conch into the wind chimes, as well as selling wire-bound of the erotic map. In the winding road I glance right and left, the photograph of the famous surrealist Salvador Dali works all of a sudden jump to mind: the clock like a wet dough, as limp down.
A family side of the road caught my eye, it is an ordinary family on the island residents, the yard are all tired up with stones. Like most of "the beautiful legend of Sicily" in the heroine's home. Root walls crawling morning glory, purple green one place gorgeous. A half-red and persimmon trees unearthed wall. I can not help push the door in, startled by the bolt of a persimmon tree pekinese, yap cried. There are mother and son Congwuzili out, snapped a dog, greet people. Stride is not scared. The rash has apparently bothered to visitors accustomed to the.
Taorao End people people continue to stroll the island's residents appear to have accumulated in the terminal business. Take a long time to see a local face. After a side alley, the unique aroma of my channeled to a temple. And those outside the island than the temple, this temple is not popular. But it still is a serious devotion to dress: blue pink two-color Long live the site before the wooden pillars in the hall. Glazed tiles, wooden double eaves. Zhaobi ink on the flower. In the courtyard of the bloom is moisture, not because fewer people see and no more angry. Stubborn Flos Campsis climbed the wire. Only those pairs of red lanterns Langxia color heavy heart, time can take away all the physical things, but faith will always be inherited, even with extremely weak force. Basilica of the right hand, a row of rooms, is Kam Sho, Elvin Island nursing home, this arrangement is pretty seamless, incense and worship the Buddha, by the way so that transmission of the wisdom of pilgrims who visit the elderly. Pianmen out from the hall to the left is the long embankment of Lake Erhai. Nets knot at the shore, and no human voice. Only the sun Rupupumian hit.
Sitting alone Erhai Lake shore, small waves Ruoliu are new acquaintances. Tuo Lexie socks your feet immersed in cool water. Travel is for what? When the scenery is no longer so fresh eyes busy thinking began to float. Holding cell phones, hands sweating, my feet under water, the waves came, Yandao ankle, withdrew, overwhelmed, withdraw, submerged. After the bar went to Yunnan. My voice over the Erhai Cangshan across hundreds of thousands of mountains and clouds, raining or over who are out of the sun's rural and urban areas, all the way to the ears of thousands of miles away, only into a hollow sound. I added some salt for the Erhai Lake.
I looked up the distance slowly stretches Cangshan. Clouds drifting in the sky never changes, they are born in the sky, in the sky, bloom, flower is a flower. Also gentle also perverse.
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