Like a Siberian seagull, I flew thousands of kilometers from north to south. The wind of Xiaguan, the flowers of Shangguan, and the clouds of Cangshan, just met me on the road.

|In November 2021, Yunnan slow live broadcast @ southbound train

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This spring, in the south of colorful clouds, it is particularly quiet.

You can hear the wind and see the snow.

The wind is the wind blowing through the mountains and water; Snow is the white snow on the melting edge of sunrise.

Early in the morning, the fog was hazy, and there was silence everywhere.

Rape flower, looking at Cangshan and the village from afar.

The wooden gate of the courtyard was gently knocked by the wind, and occasionally there were a few crows of chickens and birds.

Reflecting the water of Erhai Lake, dipping in the snow of Cangshan Mountain and the light blue sky, the clouds are removed.

Following a ray of morning light, winding along Erhai Lake;

Passing through the village woods near the water, the breeze comes with light water vapor,

In the sea of flowers, occasionally there are teenagers riding horses who have stepped on the slate road of Xizhou.

The houses with grey walls and green tiles are full of flowers.

Passing by Zhoucheng, in the narrow alleys, time chases after time.

Indigo is dyed and dried by time. It has been drying in the courtyard of Bai people for many years.

A foot of cloth and a roll of thread were sewn into the dark Cangshan Mountain and the blue Erhai Lake.

When I opened the window, I drifted on Lugu Lake, like a romantic dream.

The light and shadow vibrated gently, like the slurry of time, stirring and pushing the pig trough boat further circle by circle.

Reach out and see the soft wind.

Baisha ancient town, sitting on the rooftop with coffee in hand, looks at the Yulong Snow Mountain in the distance.

When the crowd is crowded on the Sifang street of Dayan ancient city; When the same inn is full of the streets of Shuhe ancient town, Baisha, like an ancient and independent hermit, retains the ancient fireworks of Naxi civilization.

Puzhehei, that ten mile peach forest, surrounded by mountains and water.

Cooking smoke and morning fog, stone mountains and peach trees seem to be a long letter to mountains and rivers, which can only be read in three lifetimes.

Listen quietly, walk slowly, blow the wind of Xiaguan, look at the flowers of Shangguan, watch the sea of Cangshan and the moon of Erhai Lake.

Days in Yunnan are like planting the sun in your heart. Suddenly, your whole heart is bright.

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The south of the cloud is a colorful dream in the hearts of countless people.

Clouds floating in the sky one after another, wandering the sea on earth one by one;

Like a soft marshmallow, it makes up for the empty place in my heart.

Yunnan makes people want to see it whenever they want.

Spring is warm and flowers bloom,

I remember the streets of Kunming,

Jacaranda is like a soft wind chime, swinging with the wind. Every time, it bumps romance into your heart.

Spring | south of the clouds 1915 the blue couplets of spring city are blooming all over the streets

I remember the ancient city of Dali,

The bustling is full of flowers and long skirts. The flower cakes baked at roadside stalls are full of the smell of “spring”.

Spring | new Yunnan days the ancient city of Dali is full of spring

I remember the little train in Jianshui,

Clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter.

Spring | south of clouds 1915 the small train of Jianshui drives into spring

Summer is cool and the lake is green,

I remember the deep blue of Erhai Lake,

The wind, sometimes whispering in the ear, sometimes hitting the lake, like broken glass; In this way, I travel with a wind.

Xia | new Yunnan day embraces the wind of the whole Erhai Lake

I remember, Shaxi ancient town,

Ride a horse across the wetland, cross the ancient bridge, sit on the grass, have a horse help meal, and listen to the stories of those times.

Xia | new Yunnan days riding into Shaxi ancient town

I remember Lugu Lake,

Fog, light and shadow flow, faint waves, Mosuo people’s songs and oars sway together. We had a water battle with time.

Xia | “new Yunnan days” the scenery of Lugu Lake in the sound of boats

I remember, hanging foot bamboo building,

Clapping drums and stamping feet, like foot encouragement, brought a group of happy people.

Xia Yu’s “mengbalanasi” and elephant feet encourage the inheritors to learn a dance

Autumn and yellow leaves,

I remember, under the ginkgo tree in Tengchong,

The yellow leaves build up small hills. The wind blows, and the scattered leaves are like a ginkgo rain.

Autumn through Gaoligong the golden leaves of Ginkgo biloba in Tengchong fall one after another

I remember, hot sea hot spring,

The smoky landscape is steaming everywhere. Taking a dip in the hot spring hotel in the evening makes the whole person soft.

Through Gaoligong in autumn: take a hot spring in Rehe

Winter is fine, migratory birds return,

I remember that the winter cherry blossoms in Wuliang Mountain opened,

Like crimson clouds, floating in the mountains and tea gardens, standing under cherry trees, even the tip of the nose is fragrant.

Winter | new Yunnan days winter cherry blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and fields

I remember that Yuanyang terrace was irrigated,

A mirror made of light falls on the mountain and clouds fall. When the wind moves, the clouds in the sky and on the ground move together.

Winter | south of clouds 1915 we walk between the mountains and waters of Yuanyang terrace

Yunnan is the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people and the distance they want to escape,

It seems that only the mountains and rivers of this land can place a lonely heart,

It seems that only the four seasons here can comfort people most.

Just listen quietly and walk slowly,

Can let the heart take root and never return to the secular world.

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In spring, there are ten miles of peach blossoms rippling; In winter, there are early cherry blossoms blowing down.

Yunnan, perhaps the first distance in the hearts of many people,

It is the distance that countless people want to go again and again.

Over the years, we have looked through the mountains and rivers, spring, summer, autumn and winter of Yunnan and found that:

Yunnan seems to be not enough.

In 2019, we put forward the # year-round plan of Xinjiang#

It may be the first group of travel agencies in China to put forward “all year round”.

But think about it, in fact, Yunnan, the genus we have been brewing for the longest time,

For nearly seven or eight years, we have been wandering around Yunnan,

From popular areas to niche areas, from popular seasons to full year coverage.

There are about 20 routes

Explored the lives of no less than 50 locals

Hundreds of original and delicious delicacies were found

Try different ways of travel again and again

Repeatedly test the driving distance and self driving speed