She is a girl or a woman?…

Here at an unknown corner of China, the wind is coldly blowing her bare feet. Outside, more people are constructing in the dust than those who are celebrating Xmas of 2014. Yet right now she can’t stop thinking of a question: What exactly makes a girl become a woman?

Why? Because she is nobody’s, from nowhere. She is twenty-eight, remains an orphan and a yellow flower leftover on the roadside. Nobody can look into her eyes and tell her directly whether she is now a woman or a girl.

Thus, she remembers her mother’s face and some of her words. Even though her face now is rather vague yet her words still echoing and haunting her world. Particularly, one sleepless night, before her mother fell asleep so deeply that she never woke up and that she herself, at ten, never thought of death and being all alone, she was told, If you bleed between your legs, you are no longer the same girl. You would be a woman, a woman who can breed like I have you. Remember, don’t be afraid and don’t be a silly girl but a strong woman. Be a woman, a real woman! Continue reading

A Neverland In Yunnan -2014.3

 

China is big and we are a big family!

China is big and we are a big family!

Never thought I would visit Luoping, Bamei, Yuanyang and Jianshui before Lijiang, Dali, Xishuangbanna and Yulong Snow Mountain. A Mangolian painter once suggested me to visit Lijiang first among China before it becomes too commercial. I didn’t listen. Now it seems already too commercial. 😦

The first stop-Luoping. We were told that the rape flowers almost gone when we booked the hotel. However, when we arrived at Jinji Peak, it turned out to be surprisingly beautiful, specially the views when we climbed up to the hills and looked down or looked into the distance.

A bullock cart moving slowly in the fog, seemingly enjoying the rape flowers and the foggy hills nearby.

A bullock cart moving slowly in the fog, seemingly enjoying the rape flowers and the foggy hills nearby.

Windy and chilling it was, yet embraced by the beautifully peaceful views.

Windy and chilling it was, yet embraced by the beautifully peaceful views.

The second stop-Bamei. It’s famous for Wandering Land(世外桃源) by Tao Yuanming in Song Dynasty. Once a pony took you along a mysterious small bumping road with all different peaceful views, you immediately forgot the city and how tired you were. Then a green boat took you into the dark and amazingly quiet Taoyuan Cave. For a moment, I was scared in the complete darkness and quietness with the black shadows moving around me. When someone turned on the torch, found it’s other boats passing by, not ghost. I wondered, how they work in the darkness? When it came to the colorful light through the holes above there, it’s holy that you could see the blue sky with white clouds in shapes like animals, many different reflections on the water and the shapes on the stone. Some like Chinese characters dancing, some like a hot body shaped singer performing, some like skulls, some like fairy lady, some like angel…

 

Bright outside, dark in the cave.

Bright outside, dark in the cave.

When the light shone on the stony wall in the cave, I captured this ghost. Quite scared in the complete darkness and quietness.

When the light shone on the stony wall in the cave, I captured this ghost. Quite scared in the complete darkness and quietness.

When you came out of the Cave, your eyes are suddenly brightened by the wide sceneries with rape flowers, peach blossoms, pear blooming, running river, great mountains and local people moving on the land. Absolutely, a great poem for peace. A cave after another. One in the open air and another with lights. When taking a walk, you felt like you too a part of the poem.

Out of the cave, is a bright beautiful scenery that suddenly enlightened my eyes.

Out of the cave, is a bright beautiful scenery that suddenly enlightened my eyes.

The third stop-Yuanyang. It took us more than 12 hours on the bumping bus to get to Yuanyang for the terraces. At dawn, many tourists already stood on the View Point of Duoyishu to wait for the beautiful sunrise above the terraces from the top of mountains. During the day, the clouds arose the terraces,covered the village gradually and disappeared, then came out again. In the early evening, we came to Azheke for a unique sunset view with all different colors in nature and saw most beautiful iridescent clouds ever. It’s truly amazing when the colors of the light from sunrise or sunset reflected on the water of the terraces. So beautiful.

The reflections in the terraces perfectly matched the hands formed by colorful clouds. In the middle, was the black mountain in the thin white cloud.

The reflections in the terraces perfectly matched the hands formed by colorful clouds. In the middle, was the black mountain in the thin white cloud.

Local Hani Minority children.

Local Hani Minority children.

The fourth stop-Jianshui. It’s an old town. You could see the modern stuff crushed on the ancient elements and amusedly, I felt it very intriguing. Specially, when came to Tuanshan Village, I found each step I moved, it could be the element for any sculptures or inspirations for any artist. You saw the local faces and you felt its culture deeply. Seen most of the women did farm work and house work while many men relaxed somewhere you never knew.

Modern car stopped right before the old broken house and a passenger was sighing...

Modern car stopped right before the old broken house and a passenger was sighing…

An old man was sweeping in the old house which is full of different life elements. Definitely, one of them is Simplicity, very Chinese.

An old man was sweeping in the old house which is full of different life elements. Definitely, one of them is Simplicity, very Chinese.

It’s a contradiction that as long as a place is found as an interesting place to see, before long it would turn out to be a commercial product of money. Once it becomes commercial, the real original beauty seems to lose little by little in silence. This is sad, because we cannot do anything about it. Can we?