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Five Wonders·Looking for the Ancient City of Lijiang Written by Tianjing

Under the green mountains,

Business houses cover the ancient city.

Yingqu Lane, Huaxi,

The years pass by.

Lijiang Old Town

Type: Poetry

Yidai Snow Mountain

Is the Moon of the Universe

A Street Lamp

It is the star in my heart

The reflection in the water

It is the string of history

It is fluctuating

Confession Thousands of years of silence

The bar and the

shop

are the same stone roadside

horizontal and vertical shapes

Simple

It is also charming and charming

There are also incomprehensible words

It is jumping with modern passion

Is it smoke

It is still the light clouds of the setting sun

The dusk moment

It is the blooming and seclusion of the ancient city

The drink seems to be

The mountains and flowing water between the pianos

It seems to taste like

the lingering fragrance of a hundred years

Drunk

Also lost

Drunk here

The street scene far away from the city

Lost in

The Bagua City that you don’t want to leave

What is it? What I caught

The shadow of lights under the trees

And the bamboo flute song "Journey to Suzhou"

Not Jiangnan

Better than Jiangnan The trail

It is obviously a sunny spring with white snow

A hundred birds singing

But after landing here

it becomes Naxi ancient music

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Pingting in the Quiet Night

Two poems about Lijiang/Kaifeng Zinan

Shangri-La Inn

Temporarily lived in Lijiang in 2001 Shangri-La Inn has been conceived for a long time and has been completed till now.

The sky is dark

I am still walking on the road

My luggage is heavy and exhausted

My steps are faltering

Moonlight The long and quiet alleys are covered with paint

There is a faint atmosphere of simplicity in the air

Caressing the face

There are dim lights flickering not far away

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It is a folk house inn

The old door creaked

A beautiful Naxi girl stepped out

Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel

Shangri-La Inn is the home of every traveler

Shangri-La Inn

The home of every traveler

What a familiar environment

What a warm atmosphere

Can’t help but remind me of my hometown

The far away home, the abandoned home

What kind of desolation is it now

Thinking of the mother wearing clothes under the lamp

Tears are densely sewed on the clothes of the wanderer

Have the temples ever been dyed frosty by longing

The one who carried me Girl

Beautiful girl, beloved girl

Where are you drifting now

Is there a home you want in a foreign land

Shangri-La Inn

Every traveler’s home

The early morning sunshine opens the curtains

The birds sing and the flowers fragrant in the courtyard

The fresh breeze of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain

Take away my fatigue and sadness

Riding in the bright sunshine

Let the lovesickness dry for a while

It’s better to ride in the moonlight

Turn over the sorrow of separation

The simplicity of the ancient city makes me peaceful

The beautiful Naxi girl and kind Aunt Yang

Make me feel warm

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I really want to stay here forever

This home in a foreign land

Shangri-La Inn

Every traveler’s home

2001.10—2003.11

Red House

The idea was conceived when I lived in Lijiang temporarily in 2001 and has been completed till now.

In Lijiang

In Dayan

On the bank of the West River where the water flows and the water plants sway

The small bridge that passes through the years

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Through the tinkling horse bells

It is an antique red house wood carving house

There is a man living in the red house

A The Naxi man named Tiger Brother

Carving exquisite time every day

Opens at noon

Closes in the evening

Come when friends are around When you meet a customer, you scold her

Whenever night comes

The red house is filled with the aroma of wine

In the blurred light

There is a melodious saxophone playing

Falling into the West River

Walking through the alleys of the ancient city with the flowing water

He said he likes this kind of life

Likes carving, wine and music

Music is his matchmaker

Let him get to know his current wife

He said it would take a few months He became a father

His face was full of satisfaction and serenity

The afterglow of happiness secretly fell on his wife

In Lijiang

In Dayan

On the banks of the West River where the water flows and the grass sways Xiang

It is an antique red house wood carving house

There is a man living in the red house

A Naxi man named Hu Ge

Talk about working hard like an ant

Living leisurely like a butterfly