GGuest UserThe location is in the south corner of the ancient city. It is very quiet. There are many delicious food nearby. The room is very good and the bath is very high-end! The owner of the inn is a very warm and sincere good sister who really provides a lot of help for the trip! I wish my sister a lot of money! My sister also has a super cute chow named Tangyuan, which is really easy to touch.
The following is a short composition, if you don’t like it, please don’t comment:
I vaguely remember that there was once a woman who was sitting in the ancient city of Lijiang and lamented that human beings will have a sense of identity when facing a certain kind of scenery.
Therefore, what kind of scenery will make people intoxicated in it.
I would say that the mountains in Lijiang are continuous mountains. The 2,000 meters of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain are vast forests, vast grasslands, beautiful lakes, and scattered calves. 3000 meters up, there are spruce trees, yaks, and weeds. Looking down from the 4,508-meter cableway, strong and beautiful azaleas bloom, embellishing the barren mountains with color. The clouds are shrouded, the wind is howling, and the snow is sparse.
I would say it is the water of Lijiang, the stream flowing down from the Jade Dragon Thirteen Peaks, the blue-green lake lying on one side of the Blue Moon Valley, the noisy rushing of the Jinsha River, and the flowing water on the small bridges in the ancient city. Water transforms into various forms of the world. It may be a random rain in Lijiang, which is always cloudy and sunny. It may be the dewdrops on the leaves under the rainbow after the rain. It may be a glass of sake in a tavern in Lijiang. It may be... Under the beautiful scenery, I couldn't help but shed a tear.
I would say it’s the people of Lijiang, the tourists of different ages, different places, different experiences, and different moods, the leisurely and hospitable Naxi friends who live in mountains and rivers, and the inns who come from other places and settle here. boss. People come and go in this small town, some leave with reluctance, some come here repeatedly, and some live here immersedly. The footprints here are scattered, and I can only find traces of them in every storyteller.
I hate the smell of smoke, but the smoke here is full of smoke and story. I hate falling into dreams, but the dreams here are so fascinating that I don't want to wake up.
In Alai's prose, he writes about a drop of water flowing through Lijiang. Yes, the water is so free that it can wander everywhere. It's like this city is so free and can hold so many wandering souls.
Brief forgetfulness, indulgent narration, unrestrained singing, and free pacing.
This city is so big that it can hold all the emotions.
This city is so small, and the small ones come to an end unconsciously.
The crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue night.
A bonfire was raised across the Red Sun Square.
Everyone dances together to wash away the fatigue of the day.
And after all this was over, I fell into a dream with reluctance.
I dreamed that on the day I left, it rained heavily at Lijiang Station.
When the high-speed rail started, I was shocked to realize that it was not a dream, it was reality. Because tears will be shed in dreams, but not in reality.
Suddenly I thought of the rhododendrons blooming in the mountains, scattered but full of vitality.
So, why do flowers bloom in such desolation?
So, why do dreams wake up in such a life.
Yes, why the flowers bloom is because the top of the mountain is more beautiful than the foot of the mountain.
Yes, the reason why dreams wake up is because reality is purer than dreams.
I woke up from this dream and started on the next journey.
Occasionally, when I think about this dream, what is it at the end of the dream?
It is the wind that blows me away like a leaf.
It is the wind that bids me farewell.
After that, whenever the wind blows.
I burst into tears.
Goodbye, Lijiang.
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