Lijiang's scenery prose essay

Chapter 1: The ancient charm of Lijiang

The soul of mountains and the love of water have been my hope since I was a child. In the years of growing up, the majesty of the mountains made me strong, and the love of water made me strong. Tenderness makes me romantic, so there is always a kind of call in my dreams, calling me to see the mountains, water and scenery. Finally, one day, I learned about a place called Lijiang, where there is a towering ten thousand meters tall. There are several small rivers that have been flowing for thousands of years in the snow-capped mountains. The mountains are like a wise man, standing in the ancient city, writing a legend of the ancient city. The water is like a reader, flowing in the ancient city, reading a story of the ancient city. Legends and stories are both It is narrating an immortal legend, and the legend makes Lijiang come alive. Therefore, the blending of mountains and rivers turns Lijiang's beautiful mountains and rivers, outstanding people and people into a paradise in dreams.

Six years ago, our family got on a bus bound for Lijiang in the evening after visiting the ancient city of Dali. When we arrived in Lijiang, it was already evening, and Lijiang looked a bit mysterious under the stars. The tour guide would We were led to Sifang Street. Before we arrived, the beautiful singing on Sifang Street had already reached my eardrums. The crisp tones made people feel itchy after listening to it. I saw that Sifang Street not far away was intoxicated with music. In the red light, it was gentle and romantic. The figures moving through it seemed to be performing a shadow play in the hazy atmosphere. With the mood of anticipation, I strolled to the Sifang Street where the night was dark. Sifang Street at this time is like the dancers on the beach in old Shanghai, enchanting, charming and charming. The houses in the night are originally quiet, but the neon lights flashing on them make it lively, with restaurants and teahouses. Shi Ye, like a drunkard who has woken up from a deep sleep, started to drink and indulge in love again. The red lanterns on both sides of the river lit up the night, making the streets in all directions warm and debauched. On both sides of the river, a group of men and women were drinking, tasting tea, or listening to music, with joy written on their faces. I wonder if the Qinhuai River in the light and shadow is just like this, right? It's a pity that you can only admire the small river on Sifang Street but not swim. Otherwise, wouldn't it be necessary to sail a small boat and play a lyrical movement to rival the intoxicating Venice?

After sleeping all night, we were woken up by a few cockcrows. After washing, we walked to Sifang Street. At this time, Sifang Street was as quiet as a sleeping baby, and the air shuttled between the houses and the river. It was also crisp and clear. The stone house that had slept all night also woke up at this time, with smoke rising from the roof. Only then did the stone houses next to each other reveal their true colors in Lushan. These houses were all built with stones. After being washed in the misty river of history, they look younger and younger, and their youth makes people jealous. There is a smell of fatigue in the early morning air, and the endless singing of the river in Sifang Street is now shrouded in a layer of gauze. In the morning mist, she was looming like a shy girl. Suddenly I seemed to see Xi Shi from Wu State weaving her yarn by the river. The river that has been flowing for thousands of years is like a gentle long arm, carrying history into the future. If a handful of lovesickness is poured into the river, the river will turn into a cup of strong lovesickness wine. Drinking her will make people suffer from lovesickness. . Give life to the river water, and the river water will have a soul. Sing a song to the river water, and the river water will have the melody of the song. Write the river water into a poem, and the river water will have the charm of poetry. Paint the river water into a painting, and the river water will have the charm of poetry. Then we have the essence of the painting

After eating a hearty Lijiang cake, we took a taxi to the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. We saw the top of the mountain under the blue sky and white clouds covered with snow, and the clouds shone white, and the snow shone brightly. The bright lights of Izumo reflect each other, creating a scene covered in silver makeup. We originally wanted to take the cable car to the top of the mountain, but after asking around, we found out that the cable car was under maintenance that day and we couldn’t ride on it. When we were regretting it, a villager came up to us, holding a strong horse in his hand, and asked us if we would like to ride on their car. Jade Dragon Snow Mountain soon? When I heard that there was still a way to go up the mountain, I was secretly overjoyed, so I rented two horses. I rode one, and my daughter and dad rode another. We were ready to go. The mountain was not steep at first, and I looked at the idle flowers along the way. The weeds were leisurely, but halfway up the mountain, the mountain became steeper and steeper. Coupled with the bumps along the way, I gradually became tired. A hare jumped out on the way, and the horse stumbled in fright. I was also The horse fell off, and I finally climbed to the top of the mountain in shock. Once I reached the top of the mountain, I saw a lot of tourists. Some were taking pictures, and some were skiing happily. This noisy scene also attracted us to join them. It was a good time Experienced the fun of enjoying snow in the mountains.

After descending from the snow-capped mountains, we returned to Sifang Street. In the afternoon, Sifang Street was noisy and prosperous. The houses on the street have now become shopping paradises. We just walked out of a store full of Dongba shopping malls. A small store selling various cultural accessories was inadvertently attracted by a merchant selling Naxi ethnic costumes. At this time, my daughter was more like a jubilant pony, greedily looking at a set of beautiful Naxi ethnic clothes and not letting go. , seeing the child's crazy look, we happily bought this dress for her. The child looked like a little Naxi girl when she put it on, with smiles written all over her face, and the laughter and laughter all the way hit the ground. Send out a string of sparks.

On the third day, I originally wanted to go to the hometown of the Mosuo people to see the pearl of the plateau - Lugu Lake. I wanted to see the only remaining matrilineal society and experience the unique Mosuo people. We had a walking marriage and wanted to see the pig trough boats floating on the Lugu Lake, where the water and sky are the same color. Unfortunately, due to limited time, we were unable to make the trip. Finally, we embarked on the return journey with dreamy longing for Lijiang. On the way, the scenery of Lijiang’s mountains and waters accompanies me in my dreams and stays with me until dawn.

Chapter 2: Lijiang Ancient Town

During the Spring Festival, after visiting Kunming and Dali, I went to Lijiang Ancient Town. This ancient street was listed as a world tourist attraction by UNESCO. Cultural heritage, it also left a deep impression on me.

After getting out of the car and walking along a stream for about ten minutes, a slowly rotating waterwheel appeared in front of me. I walked into the ancient city of Lijiang amidst the gurgling sound of the waterwheel.

The creek divides the ancient city into several parts, and several stone bridges connect them into a whole. The houses on the street are no more than two stories high. The layout of the ancient city is like a chessboard, with streets crisscrossing each other. If you don't pay attention, you will end up deep in a quiet alley and forget the way out. I walked on the uneven streets paved with navy blue stones, walking through the ancient streets with a radius of one or two miles, and it seemed like I had walked for centuries.

Every plant, tree, brick and tile here has been bathed in hundreds of years of wind and rain, but it does not give you the feeling of being old at all. A long time ago, this was where businessmen gathered. The houses facing the street have all been turned into shops, and there are many ceramics on the shelves in the shops. These are handicrafts of the local Naxi people.

In Sifang Street in the ancient city, the liveliness is no less than that in the city, but the liveliness is blended with the simple atmosphere of rural life. I saw women dressed in colorful clothes, holding washboards, washing clothes by the stream. I also saw some old people sitting on the street, playing Naxi ancient music that was about to be lost, forming a unique scenery. Deep in the alley, wisps of smoke rose, disappearing into the sky reddened by the setting sun. Nowadays, those ancient national buildings have gradually disappeared from the world, but the houses and buildings in the ancient city have been passed down from generation to generation, providing shelter and livelihood for local residents in obscurity, benefiting the children of the area.

I live in Beijing and have seen enough of the prosperous cities and scenic spots, but not enough of this ancient city full of vitality. Because here, you can see the integration of traditional lifestyle and modern business civilization, and you can also feel an ordinary charm. I like everything in the ancient city. They remind me of the ancient and mysterious culture of the Naxi people and the simple and kind-hearted faces of the Naxi people! I will never forget Lijiang Ancient Town!

Chapter 3: One day this year, a person’s Lijiang

Lijiang is a dream-like place, the Jiangnan dream of “blue stone ancient alleys, tall gates and green tiles” nurtured in the southwest.

On April 3, only one person and one bag boarded a train bound for Lijiang.

The first time I took a train, the first time I walked so far alone, there was no night scene as I imagined, no noise as I imagined, and the space between paper and pen was full of depression. There is silence without an appointment, the silence is terrible, there is little talking and laughing, only the sound of wind, the rub of iron and rail, the ups and downs of breathing, and there is only darkness outside the window.

I fell asleep, looking forward to waking up, and the journey is still the same.

When I first arrived in Lijiang, there was a slight mist, a cold wind, a little coolness, and the sleepiness receded.

After getting off the crowded bus, passing through a chaotic, noisy, and dirty downtown, and following an alley, the ancient city appeared before my eyes. Just looking up, it seems that time and space have changed, with green bricks and green tiles, and there are tile flowers on the tiles. Just then, a ray of morning light penetrated the smooth bluestone street and pierced my eyes. I leaned against the doorpost of an unknown shop and saw catkins flying on the street and roses mixed among the branches and leaves...

Let’s go In the dream, there are few pedestrians, looking at this strange place, the ancient city that has not yet awakened, the mood is peaceful, the gurgling water is the voice of your heart.

The Black Dragon Pond has no water and is rugged and cracked. The surrounding willows are still flying, and the pale stone bridge is exposed, which is a bit disappointing.

On the path between the trees, the morning light is scattered, and a few flying flowers float by. Leaning on the stone chair on the side, a person feels a little lonely. Simply register and go up the back mountain trail, which is narrow and steep. I heard that you can see beautiful scenery from high up. I tried my best to climb to a high place. There was a small pavilion where a few old people sat and talked. Looking from under the pavilion, you can see a land of reinforced concrete and asphalt cars, and there is such a pure land, peaceful and stable.

Standing and watching, the wind blows.

"Flowers bloom on the road, you can return home slowly." The youth hostel where I stayed has such a poetic name. There were clear wind chimes ringing from the sliding door, and several travelers were drinking tea and surfing the Internet in the lobby. It was very quiet, the left and right walls were covered with postcards, and it was interesting to look at their memories.

Not far away is the middle school. The school gate is surrounded by iron and roses. The scattered petals fall into the nearby river, adding romance to the sound of water.

At noon, there were so many people and so much noise. I walked on the street, and I only remember the melody of "a moment" surrounding me. There are many bars open during the day on the street. There are often singers playing the guitar. They just want a cup of the cheapest black tea and sit in a corner, quietly listening to the hoarse voice of the resident singer. This is also the case during the day. Lazy.

At night, the ancient city was blurred and scattered under the bright lights. I saw a few drunken travelers talking incomprehensible words. The gorgeous night scene lacked the elegance of the early morning, and I was a little at a loss.

I got to know a few travelers who were staying in the same youth hostel. One was carrying his bag and walking all the way, passing by Lijiang, and was going to Tibet; the other was leaving work, returning from Tibet, and going to Banna; listening to them Telling their ordinary legends, what if it were me? Where will my end be?