破晓了。天边那一抹游移不定的橘红色的光,悄悄地拉开了灰色的帷幕。八月了,但这里仍旧是如此的凉爽,除了日历,就没有什么能再证明这是夏天了。我们一行人离开了旅馆。说是旅馆,我倒觉得这像云南的特色小屋。山里的多数居民都住这种房子。砖瓦砌成,种几棵树,用竹子做秋千,大理石做板凳。没有一点浮华,只是静静地坐在那,有种古朴而沧桑的感觉。 Dawn. The swirling edge of the orange red light, quietly opened the gray curtain. August, but it’s still so cool here, except for the calendar, there is nothing to prove that this is summer anymore. We left the hotel as a pedestrian. Said to be a hotel, I think this is like Yunnan characteristic hut. Most of the residents in the mountains live in this house. Brick, planted a few trees, do swing with bamboo, marble bench. No flashy, just quietly sitting there, a kind of simple and vicissitudes of life feeling.