Traveling independently to Pai is truly a relaxing experience for many Chinese people. The local customs are very gentle, deeply influenced by Buddhism. The natural environment is well-preserved, the air is exceptionally fresh. Below is a travel guide for independent travel to Pai.
Farewell 2016, welcome 2017, began a cross-year trip. Love to travel, seems in the hustle and bustle, feel particularly quiet.
The bustling scene. Every mountain, every tree, every scene is a story.
Do not use words, just quietly collected into the eyes, drawing in the heart. No summary, no theory, only the most primitive and simple experience.
At the request of my companions, I came to this beautiful town – Pai.
Underneath the beautiful pictures of many creative guesthouses.
In the pictures, I use beautiful pictures to depict my own life.
Under the big tree swing, watching the stars with the kitten, for the first time in my life I seriously looked for the Big Dipper, I was overjoyed to be able to recognize the North Star.
Under the vast night sky, the twinkling starlight surpassed any neon, it was a vastness, a calmness.
It seems to wash away everything, everything returns to chaos, simple and pure.
The rapeseed flowers growing by the roadside, just like the scenery I saw in high school. I remember at that time, besides shyness and fear, there was more of a romance.
The scene now, I only see the blue sky, the yellow flowers fixed in the frame.
There is no spread of emotions, I just want to embrace it, close my eyes, and feel this simple beauty.
The sunset glow in Pai, like a layer of gold gauze, more like a god, put on a gauze skirt for the mountains, layer upon layer of folds, everything is like a dream, like a fairyland. It seems that all this scenery is just a dream.
The dotted houses under the gauze skirt, except for the city’s hustle and bustle, say goodbye to the staggered density, blend perfectly with the mountains, trees, lakes, and water.
At this time, human beings are already very small, just the dots under the gold gauze that the god sprinkled, like gems, like stars.
As the sun gets closer to the mountains, the gauze fog loses its layers like an ink painting, becomes fainter and farther away, becoming the background. The sparse white houses, like the dots of stars under this background. The sunset glow falls on the face, saying goodbye to the scorching heat of the day, leaving only warmth.
It seems to be summoning us to let go of our hearts, quietly, quietly. The sky and people at this time are so blue, the white clouds make me think of my childhood dreams. It was a dream that a little girl fantasized about.
Walking through the alleys of the night market, I originally thought it was just a special set up for tourists, but then I learned that it was also where local people bought their daily necessities. Thinking of the market in my hometown, I couldn’t help but smile, folk customs may be rooted in their economy.
But what is the true meaning of a happy life? A simple exchange at the market. Or the pretentiousness and elegance that people in big cities indulge in.
The difference is probably just the way, while the real feeling is just that one heart. The happiness you feel at this moment is true happiness, regardless of everything else.
Waking up early, the mist in the valley is particularly thick. The water mist seeps into the skin, it’s a refreshing feeling. In the sound of birds and insects, suddenly in that moment, I had the desire to escape from the world.
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