I always thought that the significance lies not only in walk looking at the scenery is more important and more interesting is to see people listening to stories. Travel encountered a stranger is a fate, but also a landscape.
Seven-day stay in Lijiang is a very hasty, but the unexpected to see one after another story of a person.
The first appearance is the z sister, this is one and I had one side of the edge of a beautiful woman, strictly speaking, she could not be a stranger, Lijiang has given us a very dramatic meeting.
In order to find a lot of Mix Recommended Online centenary Square Inn, I and my companions walked Xinhua Street, Square Street, large stone bridge, a hundred bridges, all the way Xiazhuang, only to see There's a hundred years old bridge inn, city streets so that newcomers to the Some people are turning to, so just take a look into the centenary Bridge Inn.
Looked up to see a pale pink sweater thin woman leaning leisure homes in the benches, hands holding a book, to see us come in, go back to the Rourou shouted, "The young girl, some customers came . " She was a warm sun of idle comfort, companion when she was inn-keeper, and then inquired about the price. The past two years and I only occasionally hear the sidelines of the population z sister's few words, thousands of miles outside the ancient city of Lijiang in the surging crowd, lurches violently to see, but also could not quite believe their own eyes, a subconscious shouted at her throat The name, look at one, and finally cried out loud. Z sister was astounded, mouth do not live to say "oh, my god", a hand, very natural to embrace me.
Z sister than we grow older and she is not the kind of people a stunning woman, but the gestures that confidence between the elegant, but it is like a cup of fragrant hint of orchids, shadow floating, people love, people aspire to, so that people food for thought. Her life experience I totally do not know, but her eyes told me she was a woman reading countless people's intelligence. She will listen to you politely and focused his speech, the same will also be very input, high spirits speaking her beloved diving, her touching portrayal of expression coupled with body language, direct people to a deep fascination with them.
Night, the bar is still rotten to the core city intoxicated small bridges River Gong Joo staggered.
Cool autumn water, this beautiful woman in front of me a smile, "tomorrow the aircraft back to HK, I walk啦", stood up, tight a tight-fitting on a plain shawl, about pride and a shake out of my sight, leaving only the table half a cup of green tea Youzi fragrance. . .
(And later found a hundred and a hundred Square Inn Bridge Inn, but separated by 10 meters, the two were actually on the four eyes did not see, is sister to make a cover z bar, Hei hei)
In the long-distance bus bound for the lake on a large package alone weight-bearing 60L girl caught my attention. Conversation and learned that she had just down from Tibet along the Yunnan-Tibet line. I have some surprised, because she was an ordinary clothes clean, but also because she was not assertive demeanor, single girls to go to Tibet is not uncommon, but you can imagine starting from Jinan, China, across half the girls who only took 3500 the money and do not have any back-up?
Dinner time, this is called the courtyard of Shandong girls willingly open their wallets, "look, only 100 had." Presence of Mind, there is no trace of anxiety, she simply has no sense of a problem.
Courtyard ineloquent, but she walked about the beauty of those deserted places, so that people could not help but eager to listen to and yearning ---- has not been developed, original, honest, natural, as if ancient treasures, flashing the distant and the temptation to light.
Patio engaged in a walk has nothing to do with the work of three annual holiday that she must be on a long journey, and every month There is no doubt an adventure-style runaway, her dedication to walk egregious normal, She can every night year round physical training three hours a day, get up at six kinds of Internet search data compilation zz from sina, just to the next departure. She insisted there are farmers would not live inn, can not ride on foot, her peers than the boys can also suffer with tough, so that the courtyard's friends Straight said she "self-flagellation to a metamorphosis."
While not exactly the same for the purpose of wandering, but the patio must have the perseverance and passion could be infected with many of the fellow in the ass. I am curious is that the courtyard is obsessed with how to start walk it?
With the affluence, travel more and become a fashionable way of life, but 80% of the people I prefer to call them tourists, they are holding for adventures, psychological, vision of the so-called civilized city, in the complain that there is no 24-hour hot water did not elaborate meals, while cursory lap in order to become them to return to steel and concrete cages gossip, show off the capital.
Such people may never understand the courtyard were the joy in the walk, which is derived from a reverence for nature, respect for life.
The answer is very simple for the patio ---- mountains, it is there.
(Courtyard was given to me by MAIL in speaking, she went to the Xichang only when the body of the five money, but fortunately encountered a well-intentioned, Hubei donkey rescue her, and did not return to Jinan on their own, and she felt very embarrassing ah)
Lugu Lake residents in the village of Namu family has two young Mosuo family, sisters, sister, a cheerful disposition, pungent competent, to youth hostels RBI's bustling. Sister, pretty smart, savvy, chatting about days are witty remarks, but also very easy to remember name: Yang Namu two cars.
Sister is married, has a four-year old son is extremely stubborn abuse, early in the morning do not know how to provoke him, and actually holding a big stone hit his Namu aunt, ferocious appearance seems to be a lot of grievances, even the His mother is not live, he snapped.
Even today, Moso tribe of the family in many ways, still has a deep matriarchal protect cultural imprint. Women are the masters while also bear the heavy manual labor, and men that we are not worried about the livelihood of the family is also easy just to do some housework, and gives his mother and sisters to play Da Xiashou. The village four or five little girls already know that her mother's work, but they are much larger than that of boys is also only in mother's arms like a baby shamelessly.
In fact, this is also beyond reproach, but less so to some extent men Querang point stiffness and toughness. Most people in fear, is the so-called urban civilization brought undercurrent ---- village, but seventeen or eighteen year-old boy who, innocent as much as a lot of swelling of the liver on the stature gas and ambiguous in the eyes.
No more talk time and Namu, but life is always a quiet day after day, the lake will make this dream Namu woman was bland, the outside world for her is so far away, even if the yes Qutang Lijiang, but also seven or eight-hour drive; and all kinds of visitors coming and going every day, letting her feel that the outside world is so curious and wonderful.
Brother in law is not a local, Han Han thick, daily silent only helped his sister to do this or that, it is difficult to come by. Sister, was busy from morning to night home, busy coaxing her baby son, happy to hear the singing, angry just shout at the days off steadily and surely busy.
Namu 25 years old, which Moso tribe is not a small age inside of that little bit of a dream can make Namu not willing to live their lives as did his sister, while the men around the point of letting her down so much.
Where are all of them living in the same, sunrise and sunset, sickness and death.
Sister and sister understand that they do not understand.
Boss is a re-look ordinary, but middle-aged man, dressed plain, look stiff, thin body has already begun some slight rickets.
Because in the same cars to residents in the village, Namu they have moved into their home youth hostel, so naturally a few people Cou ate dinner together at. Boss night not much, not very interesting, but the people are not bored. Because of their age, we casually call him "boss." Until the next night got into the Mosuo past, I always thought he was just some of the frustration felt by mid-life crisis only.
A group of people who meet by chance sitting at a bar, it was suggested to talk about why they come here, I do not know who said one from the boss's get started. Boss glasses behind the eyes is calm, the words say it all Querang sold-out scared, "I came to treatment of drug addiction." The bar shouted loud giggle like an instant disappeared, leaving only boss whispered confession. Afterwards think about it, there is a boss that night very strong desire to talk, but for me, is probably the first time such a hard life, to listen to.
In order to treat leukemia girlfriend, did not graduate two-year bank boss quit work to mining, income-generating livelihoods to, but falling immense rheumatism. His girlfriend's illness miraculously cured, but throwing him emigrate. Because it became public that he embezzled public funds into the big prison, five years of his life in prison inhuman and deeply stained with a drug which is from fear, despair, self-blame and helplessness of the suffering in the struggle. Those years loved literature, wits, in the University Games on the five titles, and even today, so I can not believe he actually is our peers, the whole group of people is like a gray shadow Servant servant to escape the sun and life .
I have been afraid to look directly at the oldest child in the eye, even though I know that look in the search for what he wants to quit, his desire to encourage and affirm others, but that moment, I cruel silent.
This is a special group, blood and tears of their loved ones still can not save them, strangers, few words can do?
I only remember that we sip a toast to the kind of wine ---- Yunnan soft red, because it gave me the only warmth that night.