Essay on Walking into Lijiang Prose

I was disappointed when I first met Lijiang! There are many shops with the same or similar famous products beside the streets and bridges of the ancient city. There are many tour groups and tourists are bustling. Looking around, without some antique houses and wooden houses, it feels like walking on the bustling Beijing road in Guangzhou. Colleagues and friends are busy comforting me. The beauty of Lijiang lies in the night in Lijiang. The night in Lijiang is charming and proud of its bar culture.

I went back to my Naxi family, slept for a few hours, and then asked my master about the necessary "martial arts" of Naxi men, such as "playing chess, drawing, smoking, drinking and drinking tea", and then stepped into the ancient city in the drizzle.

The bar at night is full of indulgence. It's hard to imagine that there are rows of bars on both sides of the small bridge, which are packed! People with southern and northern accents gathered in this short street and began to indulge themselves. Therefore, the "civilized lady" who was originally a lady is also shouting for a showdown with us "smelly men". I still have a headscarf tied by Naxi people on my head. It usually looks very different and fashionable, but at this time it feels natural and harmonious. On the surface, the bar is calm, but it is not, just like a book written by me: take a rest when you are idle, find some excitement when you are idle, find love when you are single, and forget when you are lovelorn ... It is said that there are many people coming to the bar in Lijiang, and no bar in other places can accommodate so many bar people with different mentality!

In the ancient city at night, the shops gradually closed the wooden doors, and the crowds during the day seemed to come out of thin air. I chose a riverside pub called "I have an appointment in this life". The story of the bar owner is like a popular idol series-two people met at the Great Wall, then traveled together, and finally decided to establish their world in Lijiang, so this "agreement in this life" came into being.

A dish of Lijiang grilled fish, a dish of liver blowing, a bottle of Lijiang romantic beer, a lonely me, began to taste Lijiang night, Lijiang bridge and Lijiang water under the candlelight at dusk. At this moment, the running water submerged by noise during the day began to become rhythmic, and it was completely obvious that the aquatic plants in it kept dancing their weak bodies, as if stretching their nervous nerves during the day. There are several tables of tourists in the bar. Disappointed, there is no woman in white I want to see. Everyone seems to have a common tacit understanding, and they don't want to break this rare silence, so a person can think about everything quietly and think nothing. Under the cover of such night, anyone can be detached.

Unconsciously, I was left alone in the candlelight breeze, walking on the slate road paved with rectangular stones in the ancient city. The shop has closed, only a string of red lanterns swaying in the wind is still shining under the eaves of my house. In the distance, an old woman in Naxi costume walked with a brisk pace, completely ignoring my curious eyes. Perhaps, she discovered that the quiet and harmonious life that should have belonged to them was broken by my rudeness. Looking at her distant back, empty streets, painted wooden houses and swaying red lanterns. ...

Inspired by Lijiang night, I decided to visit Lijiang again early in the morning. The curtain of dawn has been lifted and the ancient city has begun to wake up. In the morning light, the stone slabs of the ancient city are shining with white light. I can carefully consider those stone roads that have been dulled and softened by grinding. The water in the river is crystal clear and the river sand is clearly visible. The weeping willows on the river bank kiss the river in the wind from time to time, as if greeting good morning! How many bridges are there in Lijiang? Wood, stone, very poetic. Surprisingly, Lijiang has rivers and bridges extending in all directions, but the only thing missing is a boat, even a small boat, which is what distinguishes Lijiang from Zhouzhuang and Wuzhen. Perhaps Naxi people prefer the stone road that their ancestors walked; Maybe Naxi people don't want more people to disturb the sanctity of this river. It is said that this water was collected from the snow water flowing from Yulong Snow Mountain worshipped by Naxi people.

Inadvertently passing a small shop by the river, the owner was skillfully fiddling with a snack called Lijiang Ziba and chose a table by the window. Running water is under his feet, and willow branches are swaying in the breeze. I drank a cup of fragrant butter milk tea with some traditional snacks in Lijiang and got up at once. Listening to the sound of water, looking at the street view and tourists from all corners of the country, people seem to be in a painting, forgetting time and everything, and there is only a picturesque old scene in front of them.

Dawn, more tourists, the ancient city began to step into the commercial role. I stubbornly believe that only places far away from tourists and business atmosphere are the essence of Lijiang. I bid farewell to the already noisy square street for the time being.

When you arrive in Lijiang, you can't be counted as having been to Lijiang without listening to Naxi ancient music!

It's getting dark, and the number of tourists has not decreased at all. When we arrived at the performance site of Naxi ancient music, it was already crowded with people. Tourists at home and abroad, regardless of color, nationality and gender, gather together to listen to this ancient music played by the oldest musical instrument, the oldest score and the oldest performer. Under the old curtain of red light, an old man with white hair and beard and a hard walk, wearing a robe and mandarin jacket, walked into the stage in turn with the help of several young girls, and suddenly the applause thundered. Applause is an expression of admiration and admiration for these old people who persistently publicize and carry forward the spirit of national music. Those ancient music lost in the Central Plains can continue in this border town because of their persistence and pursuit, which is a sigh!

Thanks to Naxi old people, thanks to these girls, thanks to Lijiang!