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整理人: dannylu(2001-01-24 00:19:42), 站内信件
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★原文转载自English版dynadino的《YUNNAN TRIP 98-5》★
5th day
I woke up early to go to the tourism agency to check if there was
still somebody want to share a van with us, the answer was no. So we
brought all of our luggage to the agency and asked them to help us to
rent a car with an experienced driver. The fee was still under my
budget, and the driver is a former employee of the agency;
furthermore, rent a privacy car meant we can choose the route and
stop at where I like and control the time.
It was the first day in Yunnan that we could see the sunshine, so it
should be a happy day. The first resort of the day was the first
turn of Changjiang River. The new road between Lijiang and the Turn
was under construction, but we still chose it to save time. On both
sides of the road, we could see small villages and farmers working
in the field.
The Turn is normal, V-shape and shallow, only the First makes
it becoming a resort. Then, we went to Stone Drum Village. The name
is from the famous stone drum. It is said that the drum surface was
blank first when Zhuge Liang, prime minister of Shu set it, the words
carved on it is by a later governor. We took some pictures in front
of the drum and roamed around the village. It is a peaceful small
village with another wonderful thing—the steel chain bridge.
Wood plates arranged on steel chains and swinging in the air, what
more wonderful was the bridge was under using. People live in a
relaxed life; we could even see old people playing Majiang under the
sunshine.
On the way to the Tiger Jump Gorge, the driver started talking about
the Shangri-La. He said the Shangri-La was from an English
veteran’s novel named The Disappeared Skyline. The Englishman is
a pilot in the World War II, his plane was fired in China and local
people rescued him. When he backed to England, he wrote the novel
to tell the world the beautiful scenery in China. He couldn’t
describe the accurate place he had ever been but only remembered
one word the local people said—“Shangri-La”. The novel is nice
and got popular around globe, in the same time Shangri-La became
the substitute word of unknown beautiful scenery. The driver said
many Chinese experts had researched the novel and one gave the
conclusion: Shangri-La is at Zhongdian, Lijiang’s neighbor county.
Shangri-La is a Tibet
word and its real meaning is old friend. The driver also told us
that the reality is the real Shangri-La is in Lijiang
but not Zhongdian. I thought the research perhaps is meaningless,
Shangri-La is all around the world, we had already met and would
meet it in the future.
After we had lunch at Zhongdian, the car kept on going along the
riverside to the Gorge. On the other side of the river there was
marks of some construction. It is said that somebody want to
construct a road for the travelers who want to finish the trip on
foot, but perhaps because of the rigid environment, the construction
was never finished. There was still light fog on the mountain’s top
or we can saw the whole range of the Yulong Snow Mountain, but I am
sure the scenery is much better than the famous Three Gorges.
The car stopped and we downed the mountainside to the Gorge.
Before, the river flows slowly and smoothly, but at here, another
kind of scenery. The water turns to white because its speed is up
to 8 meters per second. A big stone is in the middle of the river,
it is named Tiger Jump Stone because the gorge is short and it
believed that a tiger could easily jump to the other side of the
river. Everything is stable but the water—it changes shape every
second, roars, leaps, splits, combines. Sometimes, the water beads
splash on your face and you can feel the power of the nature. We
stared at the water for a quite long time to feel its mysterious
character, sometimes it is so soft but now it is so powerful and
has the power to swallow all.
On the way back to Lijiang, we changed the route to the old but
flatter one. The fog has dispersed, so we could see the whole Snow
Mountain.
The driver sent us to the Ancient City after I bought the next
day’s bus ticket to Kunming. We found a hotel in the center of
the city. The center of the city is named Square Street and of
course the hotel is named Square Inn. The inn is much smaller than
Yu’anyuan at Dali, our room was on the second floor and the view
was roofs sea.
It was not an exhausted day, so we decided to have a look in the
city. The city was protected very well; people can enjoy everything
in the city, even couple of photography studios. Some people work
in the modern town but still keep the old tradition of washing
clothes and vegetable in the river. Almost all the families in the
Ancient City did some business, so we enjoyed shopping quite a
while. BUT, at last, we found almost all the things sold here were
in an incredible high price, no matter how much we had bargained
off we still wasting our money—too sad, the expression of
Lijiang is much worse than that of Dali. I don’t know why they can
not keep unsophisticated as a good host, money always damage
people’s heart.
We had dinner at a cafe; food was ok but nothing special. Perhaps
it was too cold, I vomited in the night.
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天空没有翅膀的痕迹
但我已飞过,已飞过,飞过,飞过... |
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