Travel notes of Dali

I have heard the name Dali for a long time. Whether it's an affair or a six-pulse sword. In my opinion, this is just a travel scam.

It's better to listen to the scenery than to see it. This is a truth accumulated by my experience. I don't think Dali can cross this truth at all. So, on the bus into the city, I looked at the city with a smile, waiting for the joke's face to be reflected on the window and leaked maliciously.

The next day, I ate a bowl of sticky bait and came to Erhai Lake.

If someone asks me later, why is Erhai Lake called Erhai Lake? I will tell him, because it gave me a slap in the face.

A moment later, I think Erhai Lake should not be a pool of water, but an upside-down sky. The waves on the surface of the water don't emit sunlight, but the romantic feelings sprayed from the bottom of the water. The sun should have sunk into the depths of Erhai Lake. Like me, it held its temper and didn't want to dry this eyeful of Ming Che.

Erhai Lake is mixed with a cool breeze and dotted with several green willows, which makes people feel glad that you have come. Even I am used to littering cigarette butts, and I am looking for traces of trash cans everywhere. I don't want to miss one ten thousandth of that low cloud and beautiful water because of a cigarette butt.

Of course, if you see more beautiful scenery, it will naturally become lacking. It would be a pity if the warm wind couldn't blow the skirt of the woman on the shore.

If I describe the beauty of Bai girls too much, I'm afraid the women in the same trade will be angry. But there is no way. Your skirt is too light to stand the autumn wind full of flowers in Dali. Unlike Bai girls, the white ear in that ear jumps up and down with the footsteps, and the amplitude is really just right.

There happened to be a Bai festival. They killed chickens and boiled rain beside an almost dilapidated ancestral temple. I don't know what festival it is. I'm afraid it's grand People wear the traditional costumes of Bai people, banging on things like wooden fish and humming songs that passers-by can't understand.

After that, I sat in the coffee shop by Erhai Lake, thinking about the meaning of their songs.

Bai girls should not be born in their bellies. They used to be just a duckling in Erhai Lake, struggling to get rid of the aquatic plants that bound their feet on Erhai Lake. Go with the flow, seize the opportunity and swallow it in one gulp.

Romantic water and romantic waves turn ducks into romantic Bai girls. Slowly surfaced, slowly swam ashore, lived in a quaint building with blue brick cornices on the shore, and found a hardworking and handsome man to give birth to a child for this Erhai Lake.

It seems that Dali didn't lie to me at all except that the food here was not to my taste.

Low clouds and short trees, people by the water. There are flowers and green hills, and the Bai people are really happy.

I really envy them. They are not like me. As a Tujia nationality with only a few dozen people in Jinan, I have to explain it to you from small to large. I really can't make Tujia sauce cakes.

If I have go to dali again, I won't refuse.