Some people say that there are four seasons like spring without severe cold; some people say that there are flowers open all year round; some people say that there are a lot of beautiful minority girls there; some people say that there is Pu'er tea fragrance in every corner.
I feel that these words of praise, all of them are used in me to describe my hometown is not too much. I can't even find the words to praise that beautiful little city in the southwest. It is Shuangjiang Lahu Brown Dai Autonomous County, Lincang City, Yunnan Province, or "Shuangjiang" for short.
I was born in that beautiful piece of hot land, where a mountain, a water, a grass, a tree, all have a deep affection.
"The Moon Rises" is the first Wa folk song I learned; "Moonlight Bamboo" I learned to dance gently like a peacock; "Lusheng Love Song" let me linger in the Lahu singing field again and again and refuse to leave; "Brown Joy Song" the bee drums shocked me again and again with excitement and incomparable heart.
When night falls, the village is gradually quiet, and the fire in the fire pit begins to blaze. Sitting around the fire, the old grandpa slowly cooked the fragrant Pu'er tea in the room, and the golden-colored tea broth, like the jade dew agar from the sky, was slowly injected into the big blue bowl at my feet. There are always all kinds of stories by the fire pit, and also the best Puerh tea soup in the world that I remember.
Shuangjiang is a magical land. There live 23 kinds of simple and hard-working ethnic minorities; the Tropic of Cancer passes through the county, giving us a beautiful name "the green pearl on the Tropic of Cancer". The beautiful Nameng River passes through the county, stretching to the foot of the mountains not far away and into the distance. In the river park, the several half-moon shaped stone gate, always winding full of competing blooming trillium, year after year, day after day, seems to have never stopped.
Surrounded on all sides by green hills, quietly guarding this small town, day after day, year after year.
I have traveled through countless landscapes and seen countless beauties. However, there is no place that can replace this small city in my heart.
Nightfall, Swan Lake Square square dance; Water Festival has come, the city's clear water and the sound of the burst of elephant foot drums; under the palm trees, the night town barbecue light cooking smoke; and the ancient tea tree, the beautiful tea picking girl love tea tune floats all over the mountain.
This beautiful little city, pick up the pen, I feel words. It is beautiful, restful and peaceful. Perhaps countless people had the beautiful scenery are said to be heaven on earth, and I think, in addition to beautiful, heaven should be more harmonious, well-being, happy and restful place, and here, is Shuangjiang.