Great beauty in the distance-infatuation with Yunnan

Open your eyes and you will see the sky.

The wind and clouds are rising.

The flowers in Ge Sang are blooming and red again.

Butterfly spring girl smiled again.

Grandma's song is still singing.

The song came and I was drunk.

There are many beautiful words in the world, but in Yunnan, there is only one word "drunk" in my heart. She is not as grand as the grassland in Inner Mongolia, nor as rough as Qinghai in the northwest, nor as thick as the human history in Hexi Corridor. She is like a woman, quiet, beautiful, affectionate, fascinating and unwilling to leave.

From Kunming to Dali, from Dali to Lijiang, from Lijiang to Shangri-La, terraces fall in love with the sky, the green Erhai Lake sets off beautiful snow-capped mountains, Old Town of Lijiang stays with travelers, and Tibetan scriptures guard holiness. Everywhere I go, it's just a corner. I'm already drunk. Your beauty lies in the grace of every scenery, the feelings under every charm and the indulgence of every ancient city in the middle of the night.

Here, time and space look at each other affectionately. And I, from afar, just want to let life slip away with you and have a love affair.

Romantic things.

Someone always comes to see you. Xiaguanfeng, Shangguanhua, Cangshan Snow, Erhai Moon. A thousand people have a thousand reasons to come to Dali, and Erhai Lake is indispensable for every reason.

Facing Erhai Lake, there is blue everywhere!

Sitting on the floor in front of the French window, staring at your infatuation and forgetting everything. At the moment, I just want to waste time, just want to waste time. Come downstairs, I want to chat with you and see your face. A group of white pigeons danced around me, so I quietly looked at the blue waves in your eyes and felt your beauty.

The moon is so beautiful that I don't want to sleep. So, I decided to spend the day with you tomorrow.

Starting from the chartered car, Cangshan beside you makes me a little jealous, jealous of your dependence, with a hundred miles of sky and clouds steaming snow. It passes through a small town-Xizhou, with Erhai Lake in the east and Cangshan Mountain in the west. The Bai people who live here advocate white. In the deep house compound with white walls and gray tiles, the walls of every household are full of flowers, just like a simple and elegant ink painting scroll, which is prosperous in front of you, but secluded!

In Xizhou, there is a hidden Haishe Park. The couple in the "lovers tree" on the roadside are together day after day, rubbing against each other day after day and warming up in my heart.

Riding a white horse, dragons and bamboos line up on both sides of the road, and the sun shines on the road through the cracks in the bamboo forest, reflecting a little yellow light. The sea tongue faces the sea on three sides and the wind on eight sides. Willow trees are shaded and white sand is soft. Rows of willows outside the seawall only have some black stakes left. Facing a woman who can't stop, I want to stay and enjoy your tenderness.

The most beautiful beauty, in the double corridors, is quieter than Lijiang and more affectionate than Dali, and the wind is always light and cloudy. Time is stagnant, you are a woman who makes my heart calm like water and my heart is surging. Boarding Nanzhao Island, jumping on the yacht, very close to you, swaying. Towards dusk, the sun's beam shone from the clouds, as if the hand of God were controlling it. The Moon Palace in Yang li Ping is located on the opposite island, just like a fairyland.

A relationship, incredibly beautiful. The moment I saw you, there was a tsunami in my heart, but I didn't let anyone know. From blue sky and white clouds to foggy, the time with you always flies. I don't want to leave, I just want to be with you. Even if I have nothing to say, I am immersed in a thousand words.

If you like, I will love you forever; If you don't want to, I will miss you forever.

a chance meeting

I landed on the moon because you are here, Lijiang.

An ancient city with too much love and affection. Dayan ancient city, one meter of sunshine, was once the dream of many people to travel. Your name has planted seeds in my heart. I miss you in my heart, and one day my footsteps will arrive …

Everything is love at first sight. In an instant, I have poured out my heart to you. You are warm but not noisy, and you contain every traveler from afar. Your love overflows from every old window, every ancient brick, every sculpture and every bunch of old vines.

You have your noise, partying all night with people from different cities, getting drunk and sleeping soundly; You have your gentleness, which contains everyone's happiness and sadness and melts the shackles in your heart; You have your quietness, the bridge is flowing, and the sun is in a daze in the ancient city through the clouds. ...

Have you noticed that my steps around you are so slow? In the afternoon, I sat there with a glass of orange juice, watching the coming and going on the stone road, listening to the guitar playing quietly and enjoying the flirting you gave me.

There are too many people around you who love music, and there are wonderful stories in their voices. Dajun, a wandering singer wandering in Lijiang, I stood in front of his shop and listened to him play "They are Happiest", and then bought some albums from him.

Once he spent all his assets to make an album for himself; He borrowed money everywhere, invited a group of friends who couldn't afford it to make the movie "I want to fly", and actually won the fourth prize of Panasonic HD Film Festival. He opened a pitifully small bar, which later closed down.

Maybe I fell in love with poetry and was destined to use it all my life, but the army only cares about the soul, and a Lijiang love song is enough. I don't want worldly happiness, I just want to see the stars in the sky.

There's wine and stories. Without wine, there seems to be no affair. Everyone has ulterior motives, pick up the glass next to you and get drunk with you. D bartending bar, a song "the rest of my life" and a pot of sweet plum wine, I'm a little drunk. Everyone's heart is telling their feelings, as if they met here in order not to leave. Drinking in the middle of the night, cups touching together, is the voice of dreams.

I don't know how I rocked back to the hotel. The next day, I woke up and felt that I loved you very much.

Some people say that the most beautiful affair in the world is to meet another self. When I met you, I couldn't help myself. I can't avoid my feelings, but I don't want to let myself know that I just passed you by, because even if I don't forget, I can't love after all, but struggle.

Divine love

Many years ago, an Englishman's Lost Horizon brought you into the sight of all beings from the nearest place to heaven. Shambhala, since then, many people have been fascinated by you and yearned for you.

My understanding of you must be different from others. I miss you day and night in the "Tibetan Canon", expecting to see your true colors one day, but I have no distractions, no distractions.

After a passionate time, I met a person who made me toss and turn. Your perseverance, your calmness and your remoteness are charming in all aspects. With you with me, I never envy anyone.

Tiger Leaping Gorge, the largest canyon in the Yangtze River, spans between Haba Snow Mountain and Yulong Snow Mountain. If Old Town of Lijiang is a glass of sake, then Tiger Leaping Gorge is a glass of passionate whisky. The heart of the river stands on a boulder, lying in the middle of the stream, standing in front of you like a waterfall, splitting the torrent in two, and the river growls and shakes the sky. The wind roars like a tiger, and the majestic howling stays at the bottom of the ravine.

Pudacuo, "Purdue sentient beings reach the other side of the sea of misery", a blue sky, a cloud, a lake, a green pasture, a tree mountain, yaks, sheep, Tibetan pigs, and the squirrel that climbed on me, everything is the best. In my dream, I seem to have promised to walk that beautiful mountain road with you. Snow-capped mountains illuminate the horizon, and the earth talks with lakes. In the nearest place to the sky, a heart that loves you has melted. At that moment, I really wanted to put everything aside, ride a horse and herd sheep, be a carefree herder and stay with you every day. I know that you are my oldest love dream and my final memory.

Dukezong, with the largest prayer wheel in Asia and more than one million mantras, is your blessing to the world. Under the protection of blue sky and white clouds, you keep chanting, protecting this beautiful moonlight city from generation to generation, bearing the prayers and worship of generations. The prayer flags of your skirts are floating in the air, so that everyone can keep a quiet heart alone in the noisy world. I wandered on the stone road of the ancient city, not for anything else, just to hear the bells ringing around you; I watched colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind, not for anything else, just to hear your heartbeat.

Come to the Tibetan toast home in the evening, you put on white Hada for me, bring me corn Baba, butter tea, yogurt, beef and mutton, all kinds of delicious food, dance for me and sing for me. Time is soft, Shambhala, as if in a dream, I left my heart here.

I walked through the colorful clouds, having an affair with you and having a holy love. You always make me feel that our relationship is more than that, in fact, it can only be like this. Our story can only be our persistence and freedom. Silently waiting for all the unexpected encounters with you in the world, silently waiting for all the long-lost reunions with you.