刚下飞机,便有一种并未离开北京的错觉和恍惚感。四月的昭阳和北京,有着相似的气温,而且时有大风。就连作为行道树的晚樱,也粉粉的开得正好,像极了北京街边的小桃红。入住在机场附近的宾馆里,下楼闲步,西南边陲的朴素和安静扑面而来。只有风,调皮得像个孩子,任性地拽着我的头发。突然记起刚刚看过的昭通 Just getting off the plane, there is a sense of illusion and trance that has not left Beijing. Zhaoyang in April and Beijing, have a similar temperature, but sometimes gale. Even the late Sakura tree as the street, but also opened the powder just fine, like the very small streets of Beijing’s little pink. Stay in the hotel near the airport, walk down the stairs, southwest of the simple and quiet side blows blowing. Only the wind, naughty like a child, self-willed my hair. Suddenly remembered Zhaotong just read