Lijiang, a gentle and pretty name, a dreaming place, world a piece of pure land, a piece of paradise on earth. Here, put aside all the mundane world affairs, let this time rest. At the moment, time is used to be wasted.

Walking on the track of Square Street, feet treading on the old black cobblestones, old houses are on both sides, as if to take people back to the past. Walking forward and closely to the streets of gurgling water, followed by the fish in the water wandering freely. On the wide flat stone road, or by the small bridge with the Willow falls, or in a small mountain and river trail, there is no place can not be stopped, nowhere can not be gazed, everywhere into the landscape. Here, as if the scene of "flow of running water in front of every family, every household has willow brushing the roof ". Scattered along the counter walked leisurely, each oncoming or passing visitors are very leisurely, spectacular calm, as if time has long been extended.

Smart landscapes created a rich aura of the ancient inhabitants, the ancient culture released a unique charm. Ubiquitous fine batik, highly suspended Dongba silver, sheep skin paintings with unique shape, vivid ethnic dolls, carefully hand-painted T shirt with Naxi culture. One and another increasingly vivid scenery, let people forget the bustling city of impetuous, this time I as if was a Naxi girl of the ancient city. On the alley side, a Naxi old grandmum cast to my glance, I hastened to hint to her smile. Mortally, the ears came a melody. Originally, far away, a group of Naxi mothers were joining hands dancing with the Naxi ancient music. Melodious notes, old charm, watching to rise, I could not help but entering in to dance along ... ...

I walked on, gradually to the end of a road. On the left wass the green vegetable, on the other side was a unique bar, canals bubbled with beer and beverages. Thick layer of hay, quiet courtyard, bench dressed in Charlotte leather, tasty grilled chicken. Families along the hills planted flowers and trees in their gardens, every family had weeping willow, every household pillowed the river. The old townhouses liked binding books, strolling in between the lines, lingering in the lively lyrics, sentiment ripples ups like such as boating on water, thousands of tenderness in the hearts were slowly stretching ... ...

The city night, was the same as poem into the picturesque. Sparkling clear rivers flowed, wishing lantern swaying, a string of hanging red lanterns added on a layer of soft colors for the ancient city. At this point, I selected a seat bar by the river, ordered a bottle of beer and roast yak meat, thin to taste, and sip slowly. The fish in the river looked at the plants in the brush deterred from disclosure, suddenly, a kind of soft and emotional heart to blend with the water bridge.

With the increase of town visitors, bustling up. Soon, on both sides of the river, driven by the Naxi girl, a dream world line is drawn, people played songs in accent. From folk to popular music, impassioned singing and talking, leaving something more to say. Naxi girl 's simple beauty, people's minds once again were washed away, the enthusiasm of young Naxi, could melt the ice.

Out of the city, snow-capped mountains, Black Dragon Pool, springs, pavilions appeared into the eyes. Places where the wind started, there were green water playing, showing the beauty to the world. What an aesthetic splash-ink freehand good picture. Walking among the mountains and rivers, liked on air. Suddenly, an impulse influxed to the heart - let the time flow.