The wind in Xiaguan, the flowers in Shangguan, the snow in Cangshan Mountain, and the moon in Erhai Lake.
Although the ancient city of Dali at night is neither exquisite nor unique, it is full of the atmosphere of fireworks. Under the city gate with lanterns hung high, Xu Guangling took the first photo of Shen Xin's trip.
In the camera, a girl wearing a blue Hanfu holds her hands in front of her body, standing like a lady, smiling restrainedly.
It seems that he is also a fairy.
Although she hasn't even touched the "fairy" side yet.
"Wow, it's so clear!" Maybe it was the night, or maybe it was the lights, which made Shen Xin a little more out of touch. When she left the camera, she seemed to be a different person in an instant.
In fact, it is not only clear, but also can be described as "clear".
The air in the south is cleaner, but it's just cleaner. It's not the reason why cell phone photography can be so clear and clear. The real reason is, of course, because a great master is here.
On the contrary, there are shots from the surroundings, from far or near, from others, either secretly, or just slightly concealed, placed on the two of them.
Whether it is from a camera or a mobile phone, there is only one effect.
"Smoke cage, cold water, moon cage veil."
"The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the river."
"It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind."
In fact, this is just to appear "normal".
If we go further, nothing will be reflected in the lens. Human eyes will see two people standing there, but in the lens, there will be nothing there.
Erhai Lake.
In the evening, the rising moon shines on the deep blue and clear water.
On the small boat, Xu Guangling stood with his hands behind his hands, and Shen Xin sat in it. The small boat, without wind, waves or oars, slowly swam on the sea by itself.
Xu Guangling condensed water to make a flute, playing without tune or tune and relying on his "meaning" to play.
The sound of the three-foot-square water flute lying across the front of the boat may be as high and distant as a flute, or as quiet as a flute, or as low and mute as a xun, or it may turn over and over again to produce a tone that Shen Xin cannot recognize at all.
And she soon became immersed in the music, her body was fixed on the sea, and her heart was also on the sea.
The meaning is melodious, sinking or floating along with the sea water, the moonlight shines, and the water and sky are the same color.
Lugu Lake.
The winter here still seems very gentle.
On days when there may be heavy snow in the North, the wind is gentle here and the flowers are everywhere.
But the most noteworthy thing is of course its Caohai, where Shen Xin made a few temporary friends and had a great time.
Yuxi, Fuxian Lake.
Xu Guangling revisits his hometown.
This is a very meaningful place to him, or in other words, decisive significance.
Xu Guangling took Shen Xin to Xiaogushan, but in fact, there was nothing interesting to see.
Xu Guangling talks with Tian Jian Jing.
It's a pity that this guy doesn't understand taste, and he doesn't have the enthusiasm and excitement of "talking about the past over a drink" at all.
Spring City, Wuhua Park.
It’s that time of year when the “wild geese” come again.
A large number of seagulls gathered and hovered on several lakes. Similarly, a large number of tourists came here to watch. The bread bought from the staff was scattered on the lake in crumbs from time to time. Some tourists were even more enthusiastic about feeding the seagulls with bread in hand and taking pictures.
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Others who are more interested will put the bread in their mouths, raise their heads to the sky, and wait for the gulls to peck at them.
Seagulls are not afraid of people, but they also maintain basic vigilance.
A large number of tourists gather on the southwest side, while other places are relatively quiet.
In a secluded corner, Shen Xin stood by the bluestone fence. Xu Guangling stretched out his hand and pointed. Immediately, one, two, three, four, five, or even a dozen seagulls were surrounding her head, circling in a circle.
Near and far, gathering and dispersing, gradually falling again on the lake.
Xu Guangling also took another photo of her here.
There was laughter and laughter everywhere in this small park.
But beneath the peace, there is still a hint of ominousness.
On the small bamboo forest island, on the side close to the lake, among the bamboo forests, an obvious stray cat, like a seasoned hunter, jumped down and captured a seagull that landed on the lake to rest.
After a winter passes, I don't know how many such seagulls will never return to their hometown.
Back in Spring City, Xu Guangling visited the park, visited the school, stood in front of the library, and looked at Dianchi Lake.
This time, under the sky mirror, he took Shen Xin to the botanical garden.
In the main garden of the Botanical Garden, there is a long avenue of liquidambar, with old and new maple trees on both sides. Most of the red leaves have faded, but there is still a lingering charm.
Under the tall maple trees and on the spacious and clean avenue, Shen Xin walked with long strides, waving her hands, her body as light as a cloud.
The auxiliary garden of the botanical garden can also be said to be the camellia garden. All kinds of camellias are in bloom, and some varieties are blooming all over the tree. It looks like it is covered with big red flowers.
Overall, it really deserves the word, "as bright as clouds."
Many varieties of camellia.
However, the flowers are similar and the trees are similar.
There were thousands of kinds of camellia, but Shen Xin felt that there were only two or three kinds, so she complained to Xu Guangling.
Xu Guangling laughed.
If he had come here before, he would have been equally dizzy.
This is much more difficult than identifying those bamboos.
I don’t know if there are experts who specialize in camellia. If there are, it’s probably because camellia has grown red, and the experts’ hair has turned gray early.
But for Xu Guangling today, any slight difference can be magnified into a huge difference, so in his eyes, even the most similar varieties are just "similar".
Adjacent to the Botanical Garden, just a few steps away, is a park called Black Dragon Pool.
The park is built against the mountain.
A huge mountain behind, beyond the imagination of ordinary people, quite clean.
If Xu Guangling was in this city when he first learned from two old men, he would have changed his daily training location to the back hill here.
But now, he is in the spiritual realm, and he has no need for the external environment.
In other words, no natural environment on this earth meets his requirements.
Ruili.
Beyond here is Myanmar. As a border area and a small town at the junction of the two countries, it has a unique style different from the mainland.
But what is more widely known here is probably its jade market.
In other words, gambling on stones.
Xu Guangling asked Shen Xin to buy a stone for five thousand yuan.
"Teacher, is there jade here?" Shen Xin asked after leaving the stall, weighing the small stone in her hand curiously.
It's not very big, but it's as big as three or four of her palms. It's flat and weighs more than 20 pounds. And when she holds it in her hand, it seems like she's holding a small hollow ping-pong ball, which attracts passersby's attention.
Of course, this is not the only reason for looking sideways.
"Red jade, the texture is not bad. Do you want a bracelet or a statue?"
There were already eight statues, but Shen Xin's eyes wandered for a while before she chose the statue.
A long while later, at the street corner, behind the scenes.
"Hiss!" Shen Xin felt as if her tongue was frozen after eating ice cream.
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