But there is a thread that connects
I seek you across thousands of mountains
But there is a thread that connects
I seek you to the cape of the sea and the sky
But there is a thread that connects
I seek you to Colorful Yunnan
But there is a thread that connects
I seek you to the summit of China and Myanmar
I seek you to the top of China and Burma
Mangshan is a beautiful and spectacular landscape
Jingtai clothing is colorful
The scenery in Mangshi is beautiful and spectacular
The costumes of the Jingtai people are colorful
The weather in Mangshi is rainy and cloudy
I have come here and I especially like it
I yearn for a springtime of emotions
I yearn to be with you in a close relationship
A heart that is at a loss
I wish to have white hair with you for eternity
"Yunnan" is the most beautiful city in the world, and it's a place where you can live forever.
The Journey to Yunnan
Where can I find the old tea-horse road? South of the colored clouds ten thousand miles of love.
How many things have happened in the Cangshan Mountains and Erhai Sea?
Time passes and the sky grows old, and the red county of Shenzhou dreams of chasing fish.
The camellia blossomed and the bees and butterflies danced, the blue chicken and the golden horse played.
"Memories of Yunnan" By: Bino Lone Hong
The ancient trees are in the shade and the grass is fresh, and we are looking at the water and the sky together.
Floating fragrance and jade dew should still be there, looking north at the vastness of another year.
"Impression of Yunnan" By: Jiangxi Barefoot
Yunnan travels to fulfill the dream, the scenery of the four seasons of the Jade Dragon Mountain.
The stone forests of Kunming are a wonder of the world, and the folk culture of the country has been raised in all directions.
The Scenery of Yunnan by Huang Shanfeng
The scenery of Dali is good, and the Bai ethnic group builds a fresh one.
Three workshops and one wall, five wells and four days.
The Erhai and Cangshan Mountains are beautiful, and the butterfly is a sacred place.
The most beautiful scenery on earth is in Yunnan.
"Yunnan Nostalgia" By Lingyu Xian
When I arrived at the Grand View Tower
The setting sun fell into the Hongmeng behind the silhouettes of the mountains and the water
This dusk, I saw the willows along the waterfront lazily greening away
The scent of the flowers in the wind, skimming over the bridge, lingered a little on the tails of the birds
They were walking hand in hand towards a class of bliss
Like a class of happiness
They were walking hand in hand towards a class of bliss. p>
Like a light smile, wink a wink, full of shyness
Some people return, calm rhythm, do not want to disturb the heart of the slight crease
Old-time building, guarding a few points of worry, waiting for the empty spring fat and spring thin
Several corners, a few encounters
Stone streets, towards the smoke, only the painted boat, and so on, and who to swim
Slipping through the crowds, I
Small Westgate, the song and dance is not yet over, youth, dense, in the stalls, in the ticking
Westgate, Cuihu love
Guandu ancient rhyme, the heart of the grass sea
Even the fire burns Po Po, even the bridge rice noodles, about the city's lipstick
Night rubbed on the face, the breath as smoked
The woman in the kiosk is still in the
The road back to the village, iterated in the car window
Weaving through the layered textures of the mountains
The cold gray background of the cloudy sky
I watched a tree tung flower in droves, shaking my eyes
Red cardinal fruit, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, while dropping the leaves, one by one, the rhythm of the gentle
The peppercorn forests on the slopes, like a section of turquoise flowing light, bright and dry
The hills, with their hairy bamboos, and even the decaying grasses, have a desire to awaken from barrenness
The valleys are populated by small villages, with tiled houses
Turn a few bends, and there are cliffs, forests, and curves of the earth's rumble
The purple-stemmed zephyrs' flocculents are like cotton, and they cover the corners of the bright and darkness
The hidden rivers, with sparse and dense veins
I pass these off and on, over and over again
Sailed through its shroud, the walnut trees, thick-lined, high-branched, with leaves like sails
Meadows in the distance, pools of water
A market in a mountain town, I smelled the deep scent of the countryside
Selling pigs, selling eggs, buying tea, buying salt, browsing for freshness
A mess after the dispersal of the market
Crossed a bridge
Sugar pears secreted a tree of sweetness, enticing countless bees to come here to find joy
Picking up the road, the dream home, has been pounced on
"Walking to Yunnan"
That year?
I fell in love with the mysterious mountains?
The gurgling water?
Dreaming and bending my ears to listen?
The old shepherd's song?
And by the Lashihai Sea?
The distant song?
That year?
I remember that simple smile?
The lovely crowd?
The wooden drums profoundly aged?
And the pure faith?
The legends steeped in time?
Do you ever remember?
The strong-smelling Pu bait tea?
The crunchy chunks of bait?
And the lone boat floating on the Erhai Sea in the evening?
Can it be remembered?
The trail that you follow in your dreams?
The beautiful scenery?
The dreamy lines?
Walking to Yunnan?
With a dream?
With a long time dream?
Far away ......