Chapter 713 How much does it take to travel south of the landscape

  Dali.

  Xiaguan wind, Shangguan flowers, Cangshan snow, Erhai moon.

   The ancient city of Dali at night, although not exquisite and less unique, but the atmosphere of fireworks in the world is full. Under the city gate with lanterns hanging high, Xu Guangling took Shen Xin's first photo of the trip.

   In the camera, the girl in the blue Hanfu folded her hands in front of her, stood in a ladylike manner, and smiled restrainedly.

   It seems that it is also fairy fluttering.

   Although she hasn't even touched the edge of the "immortal".

   "Wow, it's so clear!" Maybe it was night, or maybe it was the lights, which made Shen Xin escape a little bit more, and when she left the camera, she instantly seemed to be a different person.

   In fact, it is not only clear, but can also be described as "clear".

  The air in the south is cleaner, but it’s just cleaner. It’s not the reason why mobile phone shooting can be so clear and clear. The real reason, of course, is because a great master is here.

   On the contrary, it is from the surrounding, far or near, by others, or secretly, or just a little bit of cover up, and placed on the two of them.

   Whether it comes from a camera or a mobile phone, there is only one effect.

   "Smoke cage cold water moon cage yarn."

   "The tower is lost in fog, and the moon is lost in Jindu."

   "It is as if the moon is covered with light clouds, and it is swaying like the snow covered by the flowing wind."

   Actually this is just to appear "normal".

   If you go further, nothing will be captured in the lens. Human eyes will see two people standing there, but in the camera, there will be nothing there.

  Erhai Lake.

  In the evening, the rising moon shines on the deep blue water.

   On the boat, Xu Guangling stood with his hands behind his back, Shen Xin sat in it, and the boat, with no wind, no waves, and no oars, swam slowly on the sea by itself.

   Xu Guangling made a flute with condensed water, and he blew it with no tone and no letter "meaning".

  The water flute, which was three feet square in front of the boat, sounded as high and distant as a flute, or as quiet as a flute, or as low and hoarse as a xun, or revolved thousands of times and produced sounds that Shen Xin could not recognize at all.

   And she quickly became addicted to the music, her body was fixed on the sea, and her heart was like a sea.

   One intention is melodious, along with the sea water, whether it sinks or floats, the moonlight shines, and the water and sky are the same color.

   Lugu Lake.

   The winter here is still very gentle.

   On the days when the Northland may be filled with heavy snow, the wind is still light and the flowers are blooming.

   But the most worth mentioning, of course, is its grass sea. Shen Xin met a few temporary friends here and had a good time.

   Yuxi, Fuxian Lake.

   Xu Guangling's hometown revisited.

   This is a place that is quite meaningful to him, or rather, a decisive meaning.

  Xu Guangling took Shen Xin to Xiaogu Mountain, but in fact, there was nothing to see.

  Xu Guangling and Jian Tianjing had a conversation.

  Unfortunately, this guy doesn't understand fun, and he doesn't have the enthusiasm and excitement of "talking about the past with a glass of wine" at all.

  Spring City, Wuhua Park.

   It is another year when the "geese" come.

A large number of seagulls gathered and hovered on several lakes. Similarly, a large number of tourists came here to watch. The bread bought from the staff was scattered on the lake from time to time. Some tourists were more enthusiastic about feeding the seagulls with bread and taking pictures by the way. .

   There are also more interested, including the face in the mouth, looking up to the sky, waiting for the gulls to peck.

   Seagulls are not afraid of people, but they also maintain basic vigilance.

  A large number of tourists gather on the southwest side, while other places are relatively clean.

In a secluded corner, Shen Xin was standing beside the bluestone fence, Xu Guangling stretched out his hand, and immediately, one, two, three, four, five, and even a dozen seagulls surrounded the top of her head, circling in circles. Near and far, from gathering and dispersing, and gradually falling back to the lake.

   Xu Guangling also took another photo of her here.

   Laughter and laughter all around, floating in this not very big park.

   But under the peace, there is still a trace of ominous peace.

  On the side of the small bamboo forest island, close to the lake, in the shadow of the bamboo forest, an obvious stray cat, like an experienced hunter, jumped up and caught a seagull resting by the lake.

   A winter has passed, and I don’t know how many seagulls like this will not be able to return to their hometowns.

  In Spring City, Xu Guangling strolled around the park, visited the school, stood in front of the library, and looked at Dianchi Lake.

   This time, under the mirror of Jiantian, he took Shen Xin to the Botanical Garden.

   The main garden of the botanical garden, there is a long road of sweetgum, old and new maple trees on both sides, most of the red leaves have withered, but there is still an aftertaste.

   Beneath the tall and big maple trees, and also on the spacious, clean avenue, Shen Xin walked with big strides, shaking her hands, her figure as light as a cloud.

   Botanical Garden Auxiliary Garden, which can also be said to be a camellia garden. All kinds of camellias are blooming brightly, and some varieties are blooming all over the tree, and it looks like they are covered with big red flowers.

   Overall, it is indeed worthy of the word, "Can Ruoyunxia".

  Many varieties of camellia.

   However, the flowers are similar and the trees are similar.

  Thousands of kinds of camellias gave Shen Xin the feeling that there were only two or three kinds, so she complained to Xu Guangling.

   Xu Guangling laughed.

  If he had come here before, he would be equally dizzy.

   This is much more difficult than identifying those bamboos.

   I don’t know if there are experts who specialize in camellia. If there is, it’s probably because the camellia grows red, and the experts have already turned white.

   But for today's Xu Guangling, any slight difference can be magnified into a huge difference, so in his eyes, even the most similar varieties are only "similar".

  The Botanical Garden is adjacent, just a few steps away, is a park called Black Dragon Pool.

  The park is built on the mountain.

  A large mountain behind the imagination of ordinary people, quite clean.

  If he had been under the tutelage of two old people at the beginning, if he was in this city, Xu Guangling would have changed his daily exercise location to the back mountain here.

   And now, where he is, is the spiritual realm, and he has nothing to ask for the external environment.

   In other words, any natural environment on this earth does not meet his requirements.

  Rili.

   After leaving here, it is Myanmar. As a border area, as a small town at the junction of the two countries, it has a unique style different from the mainland.

   But what is more widely known here is probably its jade market.

   In other words, gambling stones.

  Xu Guangling asked Shen Xin to buy a stone for 5,000 yuan.

   "Teacher, is there any jade in here?" After leaving the booth, Shen Xin asked curiously, holding a small stone in her hand.

   is not very big, but there are also three or four of her palms, which are flat and twenty pounds. And she held it in her hand, as if she was holding a small hollow table tennis ball, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

   Of course, there is more than one reason for looking sideways.

   "Red Fei, the texture is not bad, do you want a bracelet or a statue?"

There were already eight    statues, but Shen Xin rolled his eyes for a while, but still chose the statue.

   After half an hour, on the street corner, behind people.

   "Hey!" Shen Xin felt like her tongue was frozen after eating ice cream.

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