Sunny Building, I Am Here Waiting For You

I used to always do a dream, hazy Jiangnan town, one belongs to my yard, which is full of bamboo, bridges, brick Daiwa.
Later, I do not do that dream, probably because the place gone more, blurred the dream of the way it should be.
Leaving Yunnan is the third year.

Often and people around to talk about Yunnan, Lijiang Dali will always avoid, always think too many people are thinking about the place, had not had the publicity.
Lijiang in my impression of what it is like?
Low low red wall brick, with long hair wandering singer, wearing a linen straw hat girl.
Later, I came to Lijiang.

Lijiang, everything seems to be the way I imagined, just a little more noisy hustle and bustle, a little more, fireworks taste.
Do not know when, everyone began to fall in love with the "on the road", so we have money and no money, have begun to carry bags, to the distance.

I am a person who does not want to wronged themselves, whether it is spiritual or material.
Out of the total looking for an affordable point, but also a little warm, clean, and cultural point.
Then I came.

Is still low and low walls of red brick, but more bridges.
Like, like most of my dreams that sunny villa.

The Han Chinese dream, which is probably carved in the bones, I like all the ancient things, such as the people in the streets wearing Chinese clothing, such as high-rise low brick, such as the alley in the old rickshaw.

Full of joy into the yard, is a Beijing Hutong in the style of the old courtyard, but different from the old courtyard mottled, all trace of elegance.
Court, such as water Kongming, algae Narcissus in the water cross.
United States, very beautiful.

Later I learned that the original dispensers is still a half authentic Beijing.
I found that the young man of the North of the South always have some Buyiburao feelings, if not the case, it is difficult for the horse to sing Nanshan South, Zhao Lei singing the Southern girl, oh, and big ice hut.

Fortunately, and the dispensers of gossip homemade, they also know that the brother of the military alone in the days of the rivers and lakes.
So this inn, it also has its own story.
By the Beijing architectural designer surgeon, and then we blend Lijiang Naxi culture, the treasurer said, the deepest impression is that when the initial construction of the roof layer upon layer, the level of scattered, white walls and green tiles impressively in the head, Diaolan Gallery of the veranda, quite deep courtyard deep dash of mood.
Looked at this antique house, my eyes also give birth to joy.

Inn sitting facing south, the shape of the Qing Dynasty Baile House sites, around the old house into a film, tree-lined.
An exquisite little suite has its own chic name.
On dew morning sun, Yunjuanyunshu, think soft ink, Tao Yi, tread month.

I used to like wandering, because I feel wandering cool, want to go away, want to stop and stop.
Later I found that wandering cool, it is also very bitter.
So often went to a place, I would like to break a hell foot over the foot.
I no longer wandering around, in Lijiang, I like the nest in the inn yard, see on the morning sun, see Yunjuanyunshu.

Lu Su said: That night, the nightingale in the branches on the eyebrows makeup eyebrows intend to make an appointment, I am persistent and fear to sit in the window, turn off the lights. In a quiet listening to the pace of the moon, far to Ben, toward the window weaving green ivy, toward the forest edge of the trail is walking toward the end of the corridor and the wind dance and embrace the swing for the language . I love this tired hypocritical day.

My side of the courtyard, ah, in my world debut, but also the curtain call was also in a hurry, I have not had time to enjoy the Xinruzhishui life, we must leave.

It does not matter, the next time, we together?

Sunny building, I am here waiting for you.