Why is there an encounter that is warm enough to resonate? There is a kind of flower that is beautiful for tea?

The world is infinite and time is limited, so why rush? Life is so busy that it is difficult to tell the length and the gain and loss. Look at the golden valley in autumn wind, Wujiang River in jathyapple, the cold Epang Palace, the shortage of bronze finches, the blooming flowers and the rich grass head cream. ?

Shen Fu's Six Chapters of a Floating Life

Life is bleak as a blink of an eye, but white porcelain plum soup in midsummer and a pot of plum wine in winter are all short-lived, and life is like crossing a sea. We met in this canoe named Lijiang.

I used to be a vulgar and casual person. I like mountains and seas, but thank you for your appearance, I am glad, and I know that the prosperity of this life will eventually be clear. After seeing all the mountains and rivers, I often see small bridges and flowing water in my dreams. No noise, no legend, no numbness and rigidity, only a dream as real as a trance.

I've heard of you. After the restoration of the mountains and rivers, I crossed Qian Shan Wanshui and found your Lisiman Art Club. You are as beautiful, bright and full of vitality as a girl with a tender flower in her ear.

Clouds are still floating in the sky and birds are still sweet. Only in the ancient city of time, thousands of houses, inns, pubs and alleys quietly passed by. The never-ending waterwheel reflects the clear sky, and the air is clean, like a cold jade arrow passing through the lungs and popping out from behind.

A cup of old wine, a pot of old tea, the sound of shochu, Ran Ran's green tea, green leaves floating at the bottom of the cup. The sunshine is just right, but the breeze is not dry. Looking at the wall covered with vines, you can see all kinds of tiny flowers criss-crossing.

The sunset took away its last light, and the night hung over Old Town of Lijiang like a black veil. In an instant, the lights of the ancient city lit up bit by bit, and Lisman's soft lights lit up, illuminating the way people came.

Lanterns of different shapes are lit under the eaves, and long lamp ears dance in the evening breeze. A big tree is shining with a little white light, which looks like a pear flower in full bloom from a distance. The lights at night are reflected in the water, painting the water with gorgeous colors. Suddenly plumes of smoke rose from the water, as if in a fairyland.