Author of "Colorful Yunnan": Wang Hongshan

But there is a thread connecting us

I am looking for you across thousands of rivers and mountains

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I am looking for you to the end of the world

But there is a thread that connects us

I am looking for you to Colorful Yunnan

But there is a thread Holding each other

I will cross the top of China and Myanmar for you

The scenery in Mangshi is beautiful and spectacular

The costumes of the Jingtai people are colorful

The weather in Mangshi is gloomy and rainy

I especially like it when I come here

I long for the emotional spring

I long for intimacy with you

A wandering heart

I hope to grow old with you forever

"Travel to Yunnan"

Where can I find the Ancient Tea Horse Road? Love thousands of miles south of colorful clouds.

There are so many things happening in Cangshan and Erhai Lake, and beautiful people are walking in the wind, frost, rain and snow.

As time goes by, the sky is getting older, and Chixian Shenzhou dreams of chasing fish.

The camellias are in bloom, bees and butterflies are dancing, and jade roosters and golden horses are playing.

The author of "Reminiscences of Traveling in Yunnan": Biye Guhong

The ancient trees are shaded by fragrant grass, and we look at the water and the sky together.

The fragrant jade dew should still be there, looking north to the vastness for another year.

Author of "Impressions of Yunnan": Jiangxi Barefoot

Traveling in Yunnan makes your dreams come true, and the scenery of Yulong Mountain is beautiful all year round.

The Kunming Stone Forest is world-famous, and its folk culture is popular in all directions.

The author of "Scenery of Yunnan": Huang Shanfeng

Dali has beautiful scenery and the Bai people's ingenious architecture.

Three squares and one screen wall, five wells and four skys.

The beautiful Cangshan Mountains in Erhai Lake are a holy land for butterflies.

There are beautiful scenery in the world, and the most beautiful ones are in Yunnan.

"Missing Yunnan" Author: Ling Yuxian

When we arrived at the Grand View Tower

The setting sun fell behind the silhouette of the landscape and fell into Hongmeng

< p>This evening, I saw the willows on the waterfront blooming melodiously

The fragrance of flowers in the wind swept over the bridge and paused for a while on the tail wings of the birds

They held hands, Towards a kind of happiness

Like light smiles, blinking eyes, full of shyness

Someone returns, calm rhythm, unwilling to disturb the slight wrinkles in the heart

The old building, guarding a bit of worry, waiting for the spring to be fat and thin

A few corners, several encounters

Stone Street, heading towards the smoke, there are only painted boats , waiting for who comes to swim

Wandering among the crowd, I count the prosperity

Little Ximen, singing and dancing are still young, youthful, densely packed, setting up street stalls, ticking

The moon on the west mountain, the love of the green lake

The ancient charm of Guandu, the voice of Caohai

Even burning daddies, and even rice noodles crossing the bridge, about the lipprint of this city

The night rubs on the face, and the breath is like smoke

The aunt at the canteen is still watching TV and playing "The Temptation of Going Home"

The speakers in the square are singing "In Spring"

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There are buildings in the community, and there are houses in them, with soft lights, each with its own brightness or sadness

Tangled, already cool

At that time he said: Chengdu invites you tonight Forgot me

When I left Kunming in the car, I missed the fragments and splendor

The way back to the village swayed in the car window

Traveling through the layered textures of the mountainous area

The cold gray background of the cloudy day

I looked at the tung blossoms on the trees, dazzling them

The red fruits are one after another, Leaves fall while sprouting, with a gentle rhythm

The pepper forest on the slope is like a blue stream, bright and dry

The moso bamboo on the hills, as well as the declining grass, are all With the desire to wake up from the desolation

The people in the valley are small villages and tile-roofed houses

After a few turns, there are cliffs, forests and the uplifted curve of the earth

The flowers of Eupatorium are like cotton, covering the bright and dark corners

The looming river, the dense veins

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Driving through its shroud, the few walnut trees, with thick lines, high branches, and leaves like sails

There are meadows and pools in the distance

The market in the mountain city , I smell the deep breath of the countryside

Selling pigs and eggs, buying tea and salt, shopping for fresh food

After the show, the place was messy

After a building The bridge, the azaleas all over the field, became a single photo

When the wind swayed, the flower branches trembled, wrapping time and space

This fragrant plain red, this gentle wave, just waved I heard them covering their faces, playing and laughing

The red makeup was so delicate that it caused me to stagger my steps countless times

Along the stream, backtracking

In the bay of the mountain The green manure is blooming and bearing purple, and it is very scattered every acre

The sugar pear secretes a sweet fragrance, attracting countless bees to come here to find joy

Picking up the road, the home in the dream , has hit my face