Essay on Lijiang Landscape Prose

The first article: ancient rhyme Lijiang

The soul of the mountain and the feeling of water have been my yearning since childhood. In the growing years, the vastness of the mountains made me strong, and the gentleness of the water made me romantic. Therefore, in my dream, there is always a call to see mountains, water and scenery. Finally, one day, I learned about a place called Lijiang, where there is a snow-capped mountain standing for thousands of years and several rivers flowing for thousands of years. Stroll through the ancient city and read a story about the ancient city. Legends and stories all describe an ancient legend, which brought Lijiang to life. Therefore, the blending of mountains and rivers has turned Lijiang into a paradise in dreams.

Six years ago, my family visited the ancient city of Dali and went to Lijiang by bus at night. When we arrived in Lijiang, it was already evening. Lijiang under the starlight seems a bit mysterious. The guide took us to Sifang Street, which is far away. The graceful light songs in Sifang street have been introduced into my eardrum, and the crisp tone makes people itch. I saw the square street not far away immersed in a red light, gentle and romantic. In this hazy atmosphere, the figure that shuttles through it is like a shadow play. With expectation, I strolled to Square Street in the middle of the night. At this time, the square streets are like dancers on the old beach, enchanting, charming and charming. The house is quiet in the night, but the flashing neon lights make it dry. At this time, restaurants and teahouses began to drown their sorrows, just like drunkards waking up from a deep sleep. On both sides of the river, a bunch of boys and girls are drinking, drinking tea or listening to music. Their happy feelings are written on their faces. Think about the Qinhuai River in the lamp? It's a pity that the rivers in Sifang Street can only be appreciated, but not swam. Otherwise, wouldn't it be necessary to paddle and draw a lyric movement to rival the intoxicating Venice?

After a night's sleep, several crows woke us up. After washing, we walked to Sifang Street. At this time, Sifang Street is as quiet as a sleeping baby, and the air shuttling between houses and rivers is crisp. The stone house that slept all night also woke up at this time, and smoke billowed from the roof. The stone house next to it only shows its true colors. These houses were built of stone and washed away in the foggy river of history. Young people are jealous, and the morning air is filled with the smell of burnout. At this time, the river that sings endlessly in the square street is shrouded in the morning mist like gauze, looming like a shy girl. Suddenly, I seemed to see the history of Wu, which was covered by the river. This river that has been flowing for thousands of years, like a gentle long arm, takes history to the future. If you put acacia into the river, the river will become acacia wine. Drinking it will make you lovesick. Give life to the river, the river will have a soul, sing a song, the river will have the melody of the song, write a poem, the river will have the charm of poetry, draw a picture, the river will have the essence of painting.

After eating a hearty Lijiang Baba, we took a taxi to the foot of Yulong Snow Mountain, only to see the top of the mountain under the blue sky and white clouds covered with snow, shining with silver makeup. I wanted to go to the top of the mountain by cable car, but I didn't know that the cable car was under maintenance that day, so I couldn't take it. Just when I was sad, a villager came over and asked us if we would like to take their Ma Yulong Snow Mountain. I heard that there was another way to climb the mountain. I was secretly delighted, so I rented two horses, one for me and the other for my daughter and father, ready to start. At first, the mountain was not steep, and I looked at the idle weeds all the way, but when I climbed halfway up the mountain, the mountain became steeper and steeper. Coupled with the bumps all the way, I was gradually crushed. On the way, a hare jumped out and the horse lost its front hoof. Some people are taking pictures to their heart's content, while others are skiing happily. This noisy scene also attracts us to join them and experience the fun of enjoying snow in the mountains.

After getting off the snowy mountain, we returned to Sifang Street, where the afternoon was noisy and prosperous. At this time, the house on the street became a paradise for shopping. We just walked out of a small shop full of ornaments embodying Dongba culture, and inadvertently attracted a merchant engaged in Naxi ethnic costumes. At this time, our daughter is more like a jubilant pony, and a beautiful Naxi national costume can't be put down. She saw the silly appearance of the child, and we happily gave it to her.

On the third day, I wanted to go to the hometown of Mosuo children to see Lugu Lake, the pearl of the plateau. I want to see the only remaining matriarchal society, experience the unique wedding of Mosuo people, and see the pig trough boat floating on the colorful Lugu Lake. Unfortunately, because time is limited, we can't arrive on time. Finally, I set foot on my way home with my dreamlike yearning for Lijiang. The mountain gods and water conditions of Lijiang accompanied me in my dream.

Article 2: Old Town of Lijiang

During the Spring Festival, after visiting Kunming and Dali, I went to Old Town of Lijiang. This ancient street was listed as a world cultural heritage by UNESCO, which also left a deep impression on me.

After getting off the bus and walking along a stream for more than ten minutes, a slowly rotating waterwheel appeared in front of me. In the murmur of the waterwheel, I walked into Old Town of Lijiang.

The stream divides the ancient city into several parts, and several stone bridges connect them into a whole. The house on the street is only two stories high. The layout of the ancient city is like a chessboard, with criss-crossing streets. I accidentally turned into the depths of a faint alley and forgot the way out. I stepped on the uneven streets paved with navy blue stones and walked through the ancient streets with a radius of one or two miles, as if I had crossed centuries.

The grass, trees, bricks and tiles here, after a hundred years of baptism, do not give you an old feeling at all. A long time ago, this was a place where businessmen gathered. The houses facing the street are all shops, and there are many ceramics on the shelves of the shops. These are local Naxi handicrafts.

Sifang street in the ancient city is as lively as the city, but it is mixed with the quaint life in the countryside. I saw women wearing colorful clothes, holding washboards, washing clothes by the stream, and some old people sitting in the street, playing the ancient Naxi music that was about to be lost, forming a unique landscape. Deep in the alley, plumes of smoke rose and disappeared into the sky dyed red by the sunset. Nowadays, those ancient national buildings have gradually disappeared in this world, but the buildings in the ancient city have been passed down from generation to generation, providing shelter and business for local residents in obscurity and benefiting one's descendants.

I live in Beijing. I have seen enough bustling cities and scenic spots, but I have not seen enough of this vibrant ancient city. Because here, you can see the integration of traditional lifestyle and modern commercial civilization, and you can feel an ordinary charm. Just like everything in the ancient city, they can remind me of the ancient and mysterious culture of Naxi people and the simple and kind faces of Naxi people! I will never forget Old Town of Lijiang!

Article 3: Lijiang was alone one day this year.

Lijiang, a dreamlike place, is the dream of "bluestone Gu Xiang, high gate pipa" bred in the southwest.

On April 3, only one person, only one bag, set foot on the train to Lijiang.

The first time I took the train, the first time I walked so far alone, there was no imaginary night scene, no imaginary noise, and the pen and paper were full of depression. There is no agreed silence, the silence is terrible, there are few jokes, only the wind, the brush between the iron and the railing, the breathing fluctuates, and there is only darkness outside the window.

Sleeping in a daze, looking forward to waking up, the journey is still the same.

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

Walking down from the crowded bus, through a messy, noisy and dirty downtown and along an alley, the ancient city appeared in front of my eyes. Just looking up, it seems that time and space have changed, with blue bricks and tiles, flowers and tiles on the tiles. Just then, a touch of morning light came into my eyes through the smooth bluestone street. I leaned against the doorpost of an unknown shop and saw catkins dancing in the street, with roses mixed between the branches and leaves. ...

Walking in a dream, few pedestrians are looking at this strange place, an ancient city that has not yet awakened. Peace of mind, running water is your voice.

Black Dragon Pool, no water, cracked. The surrounding willows are still dancing, and the pale stone bridge is bare, which is somewhat disappointing.

Tree-lined path, the morning light scattered, a few flying flowers drifted by, leaning on a stone chair, alone, a little lonely. Simply sign up and climb the back mountain path, which is narrow and steep. I heard that you can see beautiful scenery from a height. With all their strength, they climbed to a high place, where there was a small pavilion and several old people sat chatting. Looking from the pavilion, there is a reinforced concrete and asphalt car. There is such a pure land, which is quiet and stable.

Stand and watch, the wind is blowing.

"A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly." My youth brigade has such a poetic name. There is a crisp wind chime on the sliding door, and several passengers are drinking tea and surfing the Internet in the lobby. It was quiet, and the left and right walls were covered with postcards, watching their memories interestingly.

Not far from the middle school, the school gate is surrounded by iron and roses, and the scattered petals fall into the nearby river, which sounds romantic.

At noon, there are so many people, so noisy, walking in the street, only remember the melody of "a moment" There are many bars in the street that are open during the day. Singers often play the guitar, so they sit in the corner with the cheapest cup of black tea and listen to the hoarse voice of the singer who is singing quietly. This is also so lazy during the day.

Only at night, the ancient city is blurred and scattered under neon lights. I saw some drunken travelers talking nonsense. The gorgeous night scene is less elegant in the early morning, and I am at a loss.

I know some tourists who live in youth hostels. One is carrying a bag all the way, passing Lijiang and going to Tibet. One left and came back from Tibet to Banna; Listen, they are telling their ordinary legends. What if it was me? Where will my destination be?