总是很羡慕相片里云南丽江那里的生活:背靠着绵延、云雾缭绕的山脉,逼仄而潮湿的小巷子,透着古色古香和自然气息的青石板路,叮叮当当的风铃声清脆悦耳。日子似乎一下子变魔术般的悠长深远,可以随意地躺在小咖啡店的藤椅上,什么都不想、什么都不做,或者漫步在陌生的街角挑选喜爱的小饰物……把日子过成了一首诗,如诗歌般动听优美,透着一股清新与淡雅,远离烦忧与世俗。 Always envious of the pictures in Lijiang, Yunnan, where life: back against the rolling, misty mountains, the narrow and humid alley, showing a quaint and natural flavor of the Qing Shiban Road, jingling wind ringtones crisp and sweet. Suddenly seems to be magically long and far-reaching, you can freely lie in a small coffee shop wicker chair, do not want to do anything, or walk in the strange corner of the selection of favorite trinkets ... ... the days passed A poem, as beautiful as poetry, reveals a fresh and elegant, far from worries and the secular.