Lijiang's Soft Time Prose

In the past, was this ok?

In June at Kunming Airport, I stumbled across a book called Lijiang's Soft Time. I remember many years ago, I also bought a book called Lijiang's Soft Time at Kunming Airport. The difference is that it was the third edition. I smiled and asked myself if I had missed anything for so many years. A person is waiting for the plane, and I am quietly reading a strange and familiar book. The cover is still yellow and retro, just like the Phnom Penh of luxury books. It is a book suitable for long-term collection and occasional reading. The words and pictures in it can make me quiet.

Many years ago, an ignorant girl went to Lijiang, an inexperienced place, alone with a backpack. At that time, I didn't know it was so beautiful Just met at the right time and at the right age. I think the best things always happen on the way to travel. I have been to Lijiang three times these years. I always tell myself that I can't go to the same place more than three times, otherwise it will rot, and the beauty it gives me will change, fade and disperse.

Lijiang, it's not that I don't want to go back and see it again these years, to see the familiar ancient city, bask in the lazy sun and be a lazy and demure woman. Drink a cup of tea, talk to strangers about dreams, life and love ... not that I don't miss the inn where I can hear running water when I put down my pillow, not that I forget you. In my dreams, in my memory, I kept you so long and complete that I never opened them easily. Just because I opened the road to memory, I can't walk out anymore. Your dream still reappears in my memory. The older I get, the deeper I like you. It seems that the story didn't end because of some parting. Missing them keeps spreading, growing and living brilliantly. Many times, I will dream about you in my dreams, such as an alley, an interesting' re', a moment when the sky is vast and the sea is vast, and a day when the begonia blossoms fall ... I'm just afraid of losing you, so I won't look for it or go there.

Many times, in my spare time, I am planning to travel, romantic, quiet, and it is best to travel alone. I will go in a daze, go to a strange place and see another myself in a quiet place. Where are you going? Lijiang will always be the first one to catch your eye, but I will always bypass it thousands of times. I'm just afraid that the beauty in my memory will be broken.

I don't want to stop and walk around in one place, but I haven't walked out of your world for so many years.

Lijiang, everything about you is so beautiful because you have a rare romance in real life? There, perhaps because of more leisure time, even every clumsy person is running his own romance. People there seem to have nothing to do, the only thing to do is to create romance, their own and others'. Lijiang is not so much a business transaction as a romantic business transaction.

Lijiang, in fact, I still remember your beauty. I remember those days and scenes that impressed me deeply, and I also remember those people who passed by and smiled gently. Lijiang is one of the few places I have missed again and again in my life. If I can live in seclusion in the mountains, I can buy a home in Lijiang!

I will never forget the once-in-a-decade heavy rain in Lijiang. That night, I awkwardly wore a cheap raincoat bought for ten yuan and stuck it outside the shops in the ancient city, watching the heavy rain water overflow the knees of passers-by.

I'm not shaking, but I have some strange feelings in my heart. One night in Lijiang, I met this massive rain, which washed away my numbness and pain. I took out cigarettes from my backpack, one by one, and looked up at the rootless rain. My heart didn't expect it to end, nor did it expect it to rain all the time. The kind little brother called me into the restaurant next to him. I told him that I had already eaten, and I didn't intend to order any more. He said it's okay. I'm not sure. Ask him again. If I don't order, can I take shelter here? He smiled and said, no problem.

I occupied the whole big round table, the round table in the corner, and a table full of dishes ordered by tourists. The other two tables were empty, so I wiped the rain from my face and took off my raincoat. My little brother came to chat with me after serving. I asked him how much money he could earn a month. He said he only went to work on holiday, and the boss was too stingy. He is going to resign after today. I smiled, no wonder he would let me in to take shelter from the rain. When he arrives, tell me quietly that you are right not to order. The vegetable rice in this house is terrible and expensive! Then he grinned mischievously and was busy serving food.

I laughed internally. I am really a lovely little brother. Although the boss and the food in the shop are a little poor, I still thank you for hiding there on that rainy night. Thank the stingy boss for not coming up to kick me out. I thank the guests in that building for not caring about my wet body. I can't find the reason for my embarrassment, because in Lijiang, I don't feel embarrassed even when I watch passers-by running around with umbrellas.

When the rain didn't stop and it wasn't so fierce, I chose to leave silently. Anyway, I'm soaked, so let me walk in the rain! The water in Lijiang overflowed my knees, and the drizzle gently patted my forehead. I looked up and felt the tenderness of the rain, enjoying the baptism of heavy rain in Lijiang. Along the way, the rain gradually became smaller and the rising water quickly subsided. Occasionally, I heard passers-by talking about the heavy rain and praising Lijiang's drainage system. It is said that Old Town of Lijiang is still using the ancient drainage system, so the flood can disappear in the canals on both sides of the river soon after the rain stops. It was really fast, and the rain quickly retreated to my ankle.

I want to find a drugstore all the way to buy some cold medicine in case I feel uncomfortable after getting wet in the rain. To my regret, after walking a few blocks, I didn't see a drugstore. That night, I bought a can of beer and took it back to the hotel. I borrowed a water heater from the inn to boil half a pot of hot water, and then I put the whole can of beer in the hot water to warm it up. When I drank a whole can of warm beer, I suddenly felt that the chill had dissipated, and I gently fell into the quilt warmed by the sun, as if the whole person had been redeemed.

The heavy rain didn't make me sick and catch a cold. Thanks for the gentleness and kindness of Lijiang Heavy Rain.

Article 2:

I want to put you quietly in my memory. Where there is soft running water.

That sunny afternoon, I dragged my flip-flops and walked leisurely across the stone bridge opposite the inn. During my stay in Lijiang, I walked back and forth from this bridge many times, just like the local residents. I live here and I'm not going anywhere. There are not many tourists in the street. When you go to Lijiang in the off-season, you can own the whole ancient city, and you don't have to be crowded with others, and you don't have to watch the crowds and the noise of the city. I like Lijiang, which is quiet, leisure and peaceful. Don't buy a dazzling array of souvenirs, listen to Lijiang folk CD, walk leisurely in the street like an old man, look at the copied shops on both sides of the road, sell the same goods, occasionally find a different and interesting shop, then turn around and have a look. I just don't buy anything, because I'm too lazy to bring big bags and small bags when I travel, which will slow down my leisurely pace. I put all my favorite things in my eyes and keep them in my heart. I always ask my boss when I meet good-looking people. Can I take a picture? Although it is always written outside the store that taking pictures is not allowed, the boss always casually says, shoot!

I like the inn in Old Town of Lijiang. Every inn is a work of art, and every innkeeper carefully decorates it. However, every innkeeper seems so loose. It doesn't matter if you can't stay. Come in and have a look. If you like, you can take out your camera and take two photos. If you want a business card of the inn, you can do so. They are neither too enthusiastic nor too cold to you, just like artists. If you stay, they will certainly give you a warm reception. If you want to hear their stories, in the evening, he will make a cup of old tea in the courtyard of the inn, and the tourists will sit down. He will always talk to you about Lijiang and everything about him. Guests from all directions can also tell their own stories and share them with others. As soon as we talked, some people laughed and chatted, and some people shed tears. After chatting for a while, they drank a cup of tea, which was thick and fragrant and swallowed everything. It's all smoke and clouds, it's a joke. The road under your feet, whether open or sad, must always be walked alone.

Some people met love in Lijiang, and some people ended love in Lijiang.

The best place to fall in love should be Lijiang, and the best place to break up should also be Lijiang.

Come and go, there is always providence.

I thought breaking up was just goodbye, goodbye, but in fact, eternal life is gone. It's always embarrassing to think about it.

If your trip is short, don't expect an affair in Lijiang.

Someone waited in Lijiang for two days, saying that they had come to wait for an affair. The innkeeper said with a smile that he also came to Lijiang to have an affair. Two weeks' holiday has passed, but he still hasn't met. Later, he simply resigned and never went back. Unexpectedly, after waiting for such a long time for a relationship, he has stayed for two years now, but he still hasn't met that long-planned and long-awaited relationship. These two years, he has not been idle. He should have a cup of tea, do nothing, bask in the sun every day, enjoy the moonlight occasionally and open an inn he likes. For a huge affair, he made full preparations, left people here, left time here, and made his home here. And then die, he won't believe that he is waiting for him and she hasn't come yet.

I know, he has met, otherwise he wouldn't stay here. He happened to meet the city that he could never walk again in his life, and met the most beautiful scenery in his heart. As for that person, it doesn't really matter whether she comes or not.

There are not many guests in the inn, and people who live in it always like the inn. What can stay will naturally stay, and what can't stay will not be forced. The inn that is still here this year may not be found in a few years. So, enjoy your favorite moment, put it in your eyes and print it in your heart, because you can't always keep a photo and look at it, and you may not find where to put it when you want to see it. Where is the safest place to put the best things, and where can I open them quickly and conveniently? Of course, in my memory. Memory, the color of the sky is still clear, you can also add today's mood. No one stipulates that memories must be the same. Maze Hutong, you may not find your way back when you come, but those are beautiful memories.

If I remember someone, I must put him in time.

Later, Lijiang was beautiful, but it also had a bit of a messy commercial flavor, with mixed feelings. There is also sadness behind business. Behind these undertakings, there are still some people with dreams, young or old.

It's just that the old days are gone forever. Can we spend some time in the city?

Article 3:

Some young people are chasing dreams. Where are they going? The dream began in Lijiang. Where do you belong? Lijiang, too.

By the stone bridge, a group of young people are playing drums and singing, playing melodious guitars and indulging in the small world created by their own songs. In country tunes, there are so few people who stay in the past, but they still sing happily. Who said that singing must be sung to many people? They are enjoying the beautiful scenery of Lijiang, and singing to the flowing water of the small bridge is also happy. Occasionally, a beautiful girl walked past them eating a cone. They watched her leave, hoping that the girl would stop and listen to his love songs. A CD carved by oneself costs 100 yuan, and obviously few tourists have the leisure and elegance to pay for it. They don't accept rewards. If you like their songs, sit together and listen to them, so do they. If you think their songs are worth buying and collecting, so are they. Actually, they are not short of money. They are artists who dream of wandering. If such people wander for a few years, if they are really poor, they will hide their dreams and lead an ordinary life, and some of them have always insisted on it. At this moment, they need more encouragement and affirmation. They affirmed their dreams, but the road to pursue them is too barren and rugged, and they need someone's support and recognition. No audience, not many people, with their own courage, become the king in their besieged city and support their dreams.

In Lijiang, there are many artists wandering for their dreams. Even a middle-aged man with a wooden face and a big belly can pick up the guitar and sing a touching folk song in minutes. There are many hidden songs everywhere. Lijiang is like a river and lake where hidden dragon crouches tiger. These people with stunts struggled in Lijiang when they were young, hoping for a bright future. Many of them are red, others are not. Life is just like this, and there are many great successes. Even if it is not popular, you should cover up your dreams, find a business skill, open an inn or shop, or open a restaurant where you can cook. Stay in this dreamy place, surrounded by dreamers, and your heart will be warm. So, don't underestimate the bosses in Lijiang. Old people not only know money, but some may also be hidden world experts.

Occasionally, I see a bunch of stumbling teenagers carrying guitars and threatening to come to Lijiang to get ahead. They will also smile silently and say nothing. They have walked some roads, but that doesn't mean they can't. They said nothing. All they know is that dreams are like hallucinogens. Whoever loves TM drinks, gains and losses are fun!

There are so many people who come to Lijiang to seek their dreams, and so many people who escape into an empty net to live in seclusion. It's a long journey. If you have time, it's good to sit down for a cup of tea and listen to other people's stories. It must be more exciting than books.

Article 4:

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick. Why didn't you know each other at first?

When you come to Lijiang, you must buy the Dongba wishing clock on the ancient city square. Write the name of the person you want to like on it, then hang it up and hide it quietly behind a lot of wishing bells. No one knows your secret. When I raise my hand and sweep the wishing bell, it rustles. You can see many blessings and thoughts in your eyes, just like seeing all the beautiful expectations. A lot of things I dare not say are written on it at the moment. A lot of love that I dare not say is left on it.

I know you love me, but I'm going to Lijiang.

I know that you don't love me, so I'm going to Lijiang.

I know I will meet my beloved, and he will wait for me in Lijiang.

Lijiang is a place suitable for love, even licking the scars of love, it is also suitable for this place. In the dark night, I watched the floating lights reflected on the running water, smoked a cigarette, listened to the moving songs in the pub behind me, ordered a high cocktail in the pub, and sat quietly for one night, listening to music, staying in a daze, and gulped down the wine when I left. The exciting smell will choke the tears hidden in your eyes and get up and leave before the tears fall.

No one will laugh at your sentimentality in Lijiang. There are many lonely souls here.

Girl, you have feelings, and no one will laugh at you for being stupid. If you love only one person all your life, no one will call you stupid. Affection is not a sin, not a sneer, but the height of your emotions. It's that you love too much to control yourself. It's that you've fallen in love. If you have been hurt by love, please come to Lijiang. Its peace will heal all your wounds and all your hatred.

A cup of coffee, a book, leisure time, peeking at a boy who likes me through the corner of the book. Silently followed him around several streets and crossed several bridges. As soon as he turned around, the young deer turned her head, looked at the surrounding scenery to hide her panic and pretended that she was just going the same way. The boy came over and asked for directions with a map. It turned out that he was lost. The girl was amused, but she pretended to know the way and took him around to find the place to go. Looking for it for a long time, she couldn't find it. Finally, I was caught by the other party and showed an awkward smile. The boy smiled and said, I'm hungry. The food in this shop looks good. Do you want to go in and get something to eat? Smile, sit at the same table, point to the menu and plan a sweet lunch together, just like an old couple who have known each other for many years.

A half-open door, green vines climbing upward, covered with moss, only a two-word wooden plaque, not like an inn, nor like others. A half-open door means you can enter or not. Curious, I was also attracted by the quiet and beautiful Chinese rose flowers blooming behind this door, so I got up the courage and walked in carefully, and saw the quaint and elegant pattern around me, and some people meditated quietly inside. Incense was lit on the console table, thinking it was a mistake to break into Antang. When I tried to turn around and leave quickly, I was stopped. The water is boiling and the tea smells good. Do you want to drink? Sit down timidly, trying to apologize for being rude and reckless. Look at the woman with long hair who is afraid of saying the wrong thing across the street. I'm not sure whether she is a human being or a stranger in the world of mortals. It's hard to say, and I dare not say wrong.

She is a natural beauty embryo, her face is as white as jade, her cheeks are not decorated with rosy clouds, and there is a small brown mole on her mouth, which makes her smile very sweet. She smiled slightly and had a dimple on her face. The so-called pear vortex smiling is so wonderful. She asked, are you traveling to Lijiang alone? I nodded, and she was not surprised. Lijiang was originally a place suitable for a person to come. She doesn't ask where you are from or whether you want to stay. Her heart is as calm as a sea without wind and waves, and the fragrance of the world of mortals passes through her without leaving a trace. After drinking that tea, I don't know where it is. The semi-closed courtyard, surrounded by rosy and light green roses, seems to be the red dust outside the red dust. After all, it's like a dream place-at first sight.

Article 5:

Life is too long, dreams are too short, it looks like a beautiful flower, and memories are like passing water.

In that dark night for many years, I sat alone on the windowsill of the inn in the ancient city, leafing through the book "Soft Time in Lijiang", looking at the distant stars through the wooden lattice, listening to the crickets and insects in the yard, looking at the messy luggage on the bed, smoking cigarettes and thinking about distant stories. I feel a little lonely. I don't know why I came to this strange place alone. Not to find, but to forget, what do I want to forget? A bowl of sad bean jelly, a glass of plum wine, a plate of fried golden and crispy lobster sauce lake fish and a fragmented past. I can't remember the road I have traveled, thinking that if I come again and see it clearly, I will wake up from a big dream and live clearly. Ironically, I fell too deep in my dream, and the more I wanted to see it clearly, the deeper I fell, the more hazy I became. After all, where is the dream? Where is the reality? It has been mixed together and tangled into old and yellow memories. When I stand on tiptoe and measure how far I am from my dream in a city where people come and go, I always find that what I can't forget is the scene in Lijiang. I'm not here alone to take away anyone or dreams.

A book, turning over and over, followed the records in the book to find other people's dreams and found no results. Like the Peach Blossom Garden, it is lost and lost. The more you want to find it, the more you can't find it, and so does Lijiang. Don't follow the instructions in the travel book, or you will go crazy during the whole trip. Well, simply forget about every small shop and inn recorded in the book, follow the times, go to the depths of the Peach Blossom Garden and find your own soft time in Lijiang. You will always be surprised to find that you just recited a book and missed a favorite shop. There is a unique inn at the corner, and there is a bunch of colorful Gesang flowers outside the inn. When you stop to take pictures, you will find a chubby and lovable puppy passing by your feet without fear. When you chase it, it disappears at the corner of the alley, but when you look up, you will see it. When you two look at each other, when she wants to ask you the way with a map in her hand, you will tell her first with a grin, girl, put that dizzy map away. That damn thing is only suitable for collection. Don't let it kill all romantic searches. The ancient city is small and inseparable. There are many places more beautiful than what you are looking for. Maybe I found it, but it may not be as beautiful as you think. Lijiang is full of scenery, so why look for it? It is better to meet your own beauty than to look for other people's scenery!

I don't want to get lost in my memory, but in fact, I have lost myself.

Sitting on the plank in the canal corridor, I was in a daze, looking at the red lanterns reflected on the water and the slowly falling pink petals. All this is beautiful. On the other side of the water, a singer sang a moving farewell song, and the song gently entered his heart. A thin man brought her in with a camera, with tears in his eyes, as if the song had touched his heart.

Ghosts sit quietly on Xiao Mu benches in twos and threes, drawing pictures, regardless of whether anyone is watching behind them. One by one is haunted by the light of the master artist. Maybe one of them is a famous painting, and the price will be very scary in the future. I can't understand the outline they slowly draw, so let's appreciate the painter. Bald old men with potbellies, handsome men with tall, thin, blue eyes, blond hair and blue eyes, beautiful women with fair skin and freckles. I think they came here not far from Wan Li just to find Shangri-La in their hearts.

Turning around, there was a beautiful woman in red, holding a gorgeous red umbrella, standing high on the bridge. Photographers under the bridge are busy lighting up to take pictures, catkins are flying and fireflies are intoxicated. Tourists on both sides stopped at the bridge politely for fear of disturbing the people in the painting. The wind blows up her red skirt, just like a red flower in the night sky, and tourists can't help but raise their cameras and take pictures of her most beautiful moment. A young woman with little love wants to leave her most beautiful moment to Lijiang, with a sweet smile and beautiful flowers. She likes the beautiful scenery and the absolutely beautiful scenery. One day in the future, she will be haunted by dreams, and she will find this place again and recall how beautiful she was at that time.

The small shop by candlelight is filled with a letter sent to the future. There are different perfumes on the opposite side of the shop, which mix into a wonderful fragrance. I walked in carefully, for fear of disturbing those who bowed their heads and wrote carefully, carefully selected postcards and thought about how to write a greeting to myself tomorrow. Inspirational language? Or pour out today's tenderness, or tell my future self that I ... miss you very much.

I sat down in a coffee shop and ordered a cake with thick cream flavor and a cup of warm coffee, which was the best coffee I had ever drunk. Later, I looked for it, but I couldn't find this small shop. Yellow retro European decoration, occasionally mixed with some oriental colors, Lijiang camel bells hung on the door, European candle lights lit by yellowish candlelight on the table, and notebooks piled with portraits of celebrities on the wall for those who stop to write records. Looking through it, I was most impressed by the book of Zhang Ailing's aloof and beautiful image. I picked up a pen and wrote something gently. I wrote down my dreams, my youth, my love, my pain and laughter, my time at the moment, and my wishes for tomorrow ... when I am old, I can't remember that young self, alone. My tears can't help dripping on the yellow paper. In the soft singing of Lijiang, I can't write any more. Looking at the broken ink smeared with tears, it is like a flower in full bloom in the last days, enjoying itself and never giving up.

Thinking of this article, I wonder if I have the courage to go to Lijiang again? Whether you wake up from a dream or continue to sink.

Hi! Lijiang. Long time no see, I love you as always.