Sweet Memory in Dali, Yunnan Tour
2014-06-13
If you love someone, you should take her/him to travel.
Many years ago, for those who are coming to hard horse, Shaxi is their supplies, the last leg of leaving "human", the north entered the Diqing plateau at an altitude of 3000 meters, to the west is deep mountain valley area of the "three rivers flow" and, between snow-capped mountains, valleys and rapids, this small town is really have a rest place, called two people's "heaven".
Shaxi let couples charmed is of her silence and deep. On Temple Street, the true nature of architecture is a time of deep and forgotten, still have a kind of many years' accumulation of silence after the thick.
Shaxi has similarities with Dunhuang, tea horse caravan trail brought money to Shaxi, emerged Shibaoshan Grottoes too. The grottoes built during 300 years from Tang to Song, is the prosperity of Shaxi in 300 years.
During the Ming and Qing dynasties, 4 big salt wells have been large-scale developed, Shaxi junction, which is located among them, going into her the most prosperous period. Shaxi has many Ma Guotou, also has many natural big houses. More than 30 ancient courtyard survived, all without exception is gorgeous, prominent at that time, a family for the past, see antique mansion, hand in hand to take a few of his girlfriend Zhang Lin window to, spent close to water the "small and pure and fresh", the "queen" bratty again can only darling do lady.
The caravan is the soul of Shaxi temple street, caravan lost, the rest of the street is just a beautiful body. Xingjiao temple, the ancient stage, Yujin bridge, Ouyang courtyard, there are paved with stone square street, did not have the ringing of the bell, no way "car passed," the roar, not the past, everything appears is so empty. Such a small town, is generally for swordsmen’s retirement in novel, and it’s said that dating girls don't care about time, in Shaxi, straight-tempered will wander, follow intuition turned around.
There are no bar, teahouse, or street vendors selling souvenirs, square street next to the old, the old man in a barber shop in your spare time practice calligraphy, the master of the tailor's shop is still in use with coals of iron...The afternoon is fair, passion and cattle messy, opened the pot.
No matter any time, Xingjiao temple hall always quiet like another world, the sun through the canopy of conifers cast SuiYing, like the fireflies dancing in the gravel, is set in the window frame of dark yellow, stretching out a pink rose, withered flourish of change. Temple empty, I do not know from which year which month, the monks had gone, but god still holds jobs. Empty stage to make those disappearing performance appears to be more mysterious and rich, a ladder down inside the castle took to the stage, stage dent debt-laden wood floor underfoot "creaking noises.
It's getting dark, the lights across the dark like a ghost. Temple street under the moonlight, as if heaven scenery, trance is blurred, make the person awake. Find a modified "five-star horse shop", ornamental engraving of the window, you can see the four winds of the tallest buildings in the neighborhood on - stage and chief cabinet black silhouette, and the stars and the sound of company. Lie in each other's arms, and can be easily to think of myself as a costume dramas, westerly setting sun, trail to crow, thousands of miles over the float by just one night sleep...