我打着油纸伞走在青石板上,小雨刷洗过的地面一尘不染,悄悄溜到凹凼里的小水滴眨着晶亮的眸子。踏在青石板上,凉凉的,这大概就是观音莲座下的净土吧?太阳高照时,我来到了丽江。纳西小伙们个个高大帅气,而纳西姑娘们是那么健美,脸上红扑扑的高原红,冲你一笑,你似乎觉得一缕暖融融的阳光轻轻拂过面颊。她们唱着歌跳着舞,飘动的长长的秀发漫过裙裾。丽江古城里,清一色的粉墙黛瓦。墙上贴着早已泛黄的对联,依稀可见几个字:岁岁平安,散发出无限的沧桑。一位纳西阿婆坐在门口,看着来去 I walked on the bluestone with oil and paper umbrellas, spotlessly moistened on the floor with a little wiper brush, and the small drops of water that slipped quietly into the hollows of the cakes, blinked their bright eyes. Stepping on the bluestone, cool, this is probably the Pure Land under the Guanyin rosette? When the sun shines, I came to Lijiang. Naxi boys are all tall and handsome, and the Naxi girls are so body-building, his face is red in the plateau red, smile at you, you seem to feel a warm ray of warmth gently across the cheeks. They danced and sang songs, flowing long skirts over skirts. Old Town of Lijiang, all-clear powder wall Daiwa. The wall has been already couple of yellowed, faintly visible few words: years of peace, exudes an infinite vicissitudes. A Naxi grandma sat in the door, looking around