Dali ancient city

When I walked through the bustling crowds in Dali and met you in the dazzling sun, you were silent under the cherry trees. You said, I knew we would meet again, in the warm sunshine of the ancient city, under the cherry trees. I smiled. In fact, the best thing in this life is expectation. I look forward to the sunshine of the ancient city of Dali, just as I look forward to you and this trip.

Secularity is sometimes a very hateful thing. It will turn all primitive and simple things into utilitarian and take away their nature and beauty. Over the years, I have also visited some ancient towns, which are more or less contaminated with the flavor of secularism. The Dali I remember is the romantic scenery in the hearts of many people. They always think that there is infinite romance and style here. I am just a traveler who does not understand customs and does not seek romance. But the ancient city of Dali is not what I thought. Although there are also dazzling merchants on the street and a steady stream of tourists on the road, I have not noticed the vulgarity and impetuosity from them. You said you preferred those alleys, more about the lives of the local people. You are right. In an alley like this, I saw children returning home from school and the light and shadow reflected by the sun shining through the ancient city. The stories I met on the road, the sorrows and joys that flow through the passers-by, and the truths that are buried under the worldly appearance, although I have not photographed them, I still remember them in my heart.

The sun was setting in the west at Cangshan Gate in Dali. It was our most leisurely time. Sometimes travel does not require a map or a destination. The most surprising thing is the leisurely stroll, accidentally walking to a corner that is not mentioned by others, and discovering a unique beauty. Later, we walked past the Confucian Temple and then past the Yuer Garden. These were not scenic spots, but were simple and clean. On that day, there were extremely few tourists in Yuer Garden, which also achieved this unique tranquility. Yu 'er Garden is not only planted with cherry blossoms, but also Dali's famous camellia, and more roadside wildflowers that cannot be named. It is early spring and the garden is filled with flowers. I knew you liked the tranquility here, so I sat for a long time in the afterglow of the sunset.

When the sun completely sets from the top of Cangshan Mountain, the sky above the ancient city is shrouded in a hazy night. The lights are vague, growing, and bright, just like colorful clothes worn in the dark night. The night in Dali is complicated but not exaggerated. People are greedy for the ease of this moment and are unwilling to disperse for a long time. Walking from the North Gate to Wuhua Building, you must go to the busiest Foreign Street, where there are some noisy bars and shops. I wasn't interested. I walked around those shops and met a small bookstore with literature and art. If there were people sitting down and reading in such a busy city, they must be people of some style. Compared with the noisy main street, there are some romantic taverns and coffee shops in those little-known alleys. Across the window, under the dim light, those teenagers holding acoustic guitars and singing softly. I wonder how many throbbing and real dreams they have.

That night, you went to bed early, and I looked at the distant night from the roof of the Youth Hostel. The lights in the distance are still bright, and you can also see the famous three pagodas of Chongsheng Temple. I originally wanted to sit leisurely and look at the stars on the spacious roof, but the prosperous light around me left only stars in the sky. No wonder, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Fortunately, I am accompanied by a bright moon and a gentle evening breeze. I thought of my good sister's song "Evening Wind". They sang like this: The gentle evening wind blows gently, in the dream of my lover; the gentle evening wind blows gently, in the sky of my hometown; the gentle evening wind blows gently, in the lights of the city; tonight's evening wind, where are you going, please tell me.

You said, we didn't have a group photo those days. So, we found a random corner on the roadside and took this photo on a tripod. In fact, to you, I am not those vulgar and complex admiration, nor is it a touch that stirs the heartstrings. We are just fellow travelers on the journey, not mentioning the past or the future. I will often envy you, envy your wanton and relaxed way of traveling, and your courage to be fearless of the distance; I will also understand you, the thinness and loneliness of traveling alone. You love to taste delicious food from all over the country, and wherever you go, you will collect local food. So it's a great blessing to walk with you all the way.

Erhai Lake

Erhai Lake, where there are all the imaginations of beauty, Cangshan snow, Erhai moon. We saw the moon in Erhai Lake, not late at night, but at sunrise. In the early morning of Tiancai Village Wharf, it was sunny and sunny. Standing on the shore, we could only hear the sea water beating gently against the coast. It was so quiet that people were intoxicated. We never spoke, waiting for each other in the slightly cold wind. Finally, the mountain top in the distance went from dark to red to bright, gorgeous and short. When the first ray of sunlight shines on the sea surface and makes waves, Erhai Lake is like a newborn child, showing its purity to people.

What impressed me most that day was not the glory of the sunrise in the east, but your back. From the faint glow of the night to the rising sun, you sit in the brilliance of the rising sun, leaving only a lonely figure for me. What exactly are you thinking about? I don't know and don't want to know. It's just that those things in the past have been in pain for a long time, so why bother yourself and add to your sorrow... Since the sun has clearly risen, why not pack up your bags and set off?

The clouds in Dali are intoxicating. It is precisely because of the clouds that Erhai Lake does not seem so monotonous and lonely. You see, the clouds embedded in the horizon are constantly changing shapes and moving with the wind, sometimes dotted with the blue sky, sometimes hiding the scorching sun. I saw the sun passing through the clouds, shining the charming light of Jesus, shining on the rolling mountains and lush fields in the distance, sometimes fading. This should be the most beautiful moment in Cangshan and Erhai.

You said that you dreamed of going to Dali countless times, with your back on Cangshan Mountain and facing the Erhai Lake, taking a round table, making a cup of light tea, and chatting about life with your friends. Life is only a few decades, and after seeing through the myriad of names, it is better to sing lightly. I said, this should be the life that many people aspire to. Each of us has the right to choose our own path. Just like you and I, the ups and downs of big cities, I'm afraid I'm a little tired, but if you really give you poetry and distance, you hesitate. We will eventually return to our hometown and yearn for the distance again. You are noncommittal. Life is a long road. Which is more important, hometown or distance? I don't know. Xizhou, I met a girl like a poem. Perhaps the road construction on Huanhai West Road is a pity. From the ancient city of Dali to Xizhou, most of us took the Dali Line. However, the scenery on the Dali Line is equally beautiful. That day, we were riding an electric bike and met a favorite scenery, so we stopped to take photos. One quiet late night, I was flipping through the photos and thinking of our days in Xizhou, so I wrote the beginning poem with the dim light. Far away from the city, with endless fields and houses with white walls and black tiles, isn't that the distance and hometown we hope for? I still remember that day when you ran wantonly, under the blue sky, by the white clouds, and in the fields. Xizhou that day was our freest time. You said you like that back, but I like it the most, the sadness you look into the distance.

Jizhao 'an

Reciting an inner scripture, our original plan was to go to Shuanglang the next day. But in those days, Shuanglangang was building roads. You were afraid that the difficult road conditions would affect your mood for the journey, so you changed your plan and the originally booked youth hostel could only be wasted. It was a pity. In terms of strategies about Dali, I have never seen anyone recommend Jizhao Temple, or even heard of it. But I fell in love with it that day, and I'm sure you did, too. If you lose something, you will reap something. There are some regrets and surprises on the way to travel that make it extremely precious.

Jizhao Temple was built on the mountainside of Cangshan Mountain, but taxis could only park at the foot of the mountain, so we walked for a long time. You said that you hated climbing mountains in your life, but twice you walked with me, you were tricked into climbing mountains. I know you are talking about the previous time in Maolan. That time, we were hiking on the mountain road in midsummer. After walking for most of the day, it was really hard. But this time compared to that time, it was really nothing compared to the big one. We passed Gantong Temple and walked forward, taking pictures while walking. After walking for about half an hour, we saw the gate of Jizhao Nunnery. That day, the four of us sat down and took a group photo together. Later, during dinner in the afternoon, we ordered a braised chicken and added an egg. This team was named "braised chicken with eggs" by you. But I'm used to it, because I knew last time that each of your groups is named after food...

The furnishings in the backyard can be said to be elegant and unique. Bamboo baskets talk softly about small flowers, and small ponds with white walls and fish ponds. If I didn't know that this was an nunnery, I would have thought it was the other courtyard of some interesting poet and writer. You know, I have thought many times that when I get old, I will choose a leisurely place and build a small courtyard house. Flowers and plants are planted in the courtyard, and when I push the door, I will see green waters and green mountains. On days like that, making a pot of tea and reading a book, I grew old like this. And Jizhao Nunan is what I imagined.

Shuhe ancient town

Shuhe, I don't regret returning home, but I just hate you saying in a hurry that you don't like Lijiang. There are too many lights there, and staying for a long time makes people impetuous. You always have to pass through Lijiang to get to Lugu Lake. You say you live in Shuhe. It is not far from Lijiang, but it is a different style from Lijiang. In fact, I also thought of Shuhe before. I have never been to Lijiang, so I don't know what it's like there. But Shuhe is indeed more suitable for us. You said that Shuhe is what you imagine the ancient town to look like.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the town quieted down. On the small roads far from the center, the shops closed early, leaving only some weak lights. We relied on this light to find the way back. Even if we got lost, we weren't in a hurry. After circling around a few times, we finally got out. The Sifang Listening Square, where people come and go in the day, was quiet and a little lonely at this moment. I like the somewhat lively Shuhe, and I also like the lonely Shuhe. Perhaps it should not be loneliness, but the rest and silent thoughts after prosperity.

The delicious meal we had in Shuhe in the evening was very good. I found a restaurant next to the creek. The environment was particularly good and popular. I ordered the specialty copper pot rice in the store. It was very fragrant and the rice was delicious. This must be recommended to everyone. Steamed chicken, the soup was particularly delicious, so delicious, and it was very good. Yak meat, very fragrant, with onions, perfect, and there were also local specialty vegetables, water poplar flowers. Hahaha, I was shocked, but it tasted really good. The boss was very enthusiastic and even sent us ice powder, which was very good. The boss is also a tall and beautiful woman, which is eye-catching. Hahaha!

Lugu Lake

The weather was not good when we set out from Shuhe that day, and it was very gloomy when we set out. After a while, it began to rain pattering, and an accident occurred on the road and took a long detour. By the time of Ligg, it was already afternoon. Lugu Lake that day was like early spring in the four seasons. Although everything is still dying, it has gradually recovered. I saw the blue sky in the clouds that were occasionally blown away by the wind. That was our expectation for tomorrow.

At the dock in Rigg, I met many seabirds. These elves of Lugu Lake sometimes float quietly on the water, sometimes sing and fly in groups. They will also be a little greedy and follow the small boat that is driving away far away, looking for the food given by people and flying far away. You said it was a pity not to see seagulls in Dali, but I didn't expect to see them in Lugu Lake. But we only met once, but after that day, on the sunny days, they disappeared. I only thought they were gifts from the cloudy days of Lugu Lake, bringing some color to the cool sky.

But the weather in Lugu Lake seems as unpredictable as the world. The haze of the early morning was swept away, the clouds were blown away into pieces and floated among the mountains, and the sky in Lugu Lake was as clear as blue.

Arriving at Nisai Village, we finally walked to the lake. There are not many families in Nisai Village. Compared with Ligg and Daluoshui, it seems much colder here, but the scenery here is no less inferior. The sun was so strong that day, but you said that the sun was just right. It is said that there are two lover trees in Nisai Village, but we couldn't find them. Strangely enough, Dali and Lugu Lakes seem to have lovers trees, but we never saw them. Maybe the legendary lovers tree should not belong to us.

After passing Nisai Village and passing Xiaoluo River, a few simple clouds floated in the sky. It was these simple clouds reflected in the lake that added color to the monotonous blue. But these colors are not as beautiful as you are. When you are by the lake, the scenery seems to add light, making it brighter and more vibrant.

There were boats drifting by on the road. This was the kind of road that wasn't very lively, but the weather was amazing at that time, and the boats and clouds became the best embellishments of the lake and the sky. So in this section, we walked very slowly, so slow that we wanted to leave a photo as a souvenir for every step we took. I remember you also had a photo with a street sign. You said that you liked taking photos with street signs. I found the thoughts of those little girls interesting and funny.

You suddenly asked me again, would the person you were waiting for appear on the other side of the mountain? I looked into the distance and said that he would definitely come. On a certain morning with rosy clouds, when I woke up in a dream, and in the sunshine that shines into life through the cracks, he would eventually come, accompanying you in the distance, along with his wanderings. You know, during this trip, I also followed the example of those wanton literary and artistic youth and added a copy of Liang Shiqiu's "Essay of Elegance" to my backpack. But unfortunately, I didn't even have time to read much, but I still took it back as if it was the original thing. Perhaps the scenery along the way was so beautiful that I had no time to care about that book. Or the friends along the way chatted enthusiastically, which made people miss more than the beautiful scenery.

Okay, that's all for you