One day, we will meet in Lijiang

One day, we will meet in Lijiang One day, we will meet in Lijiang. At that time, the morning mist will still linger over the ancient town, and the bluestone-paved roads will glisten with a gentle glow. I'll walk along the dappled shadows of trees, and suddenly, the wind chimes at the corner will chime softly, as if fate is playing its prelude. Looking up, I'll see you standing before a wooden door adorned with wish cards, your fingertips lightly tracing the slips of paper carrying countless hopes, a faint smile lingering on your lips. Time in Lijiang always moves leisurely. We can wander aimlessly along the streams, watching Naxi elders sit under the eaves, their wrinkled hands weaving colorful yarn. The folk melodies drifting from street-side shops will pierce our hearts, telling countless untold stories. Passing by a hand-drum store, we might pause to watch the enthusiastic owner beat the drum with lively, powerful rhythms, making it impossible not to sway along. In the afternoon, we'll find a quiet café and sit by the window. Through the wooden frames, we'll see passersby on the street—some in a hurry, others unhurried. With a cup of rich coffee and a delicate pastry, we'll sit in comfortable silence, understanding each other without words. Sunlight will spill through the glass, warming us in a moment where time seems to stand still. As the sun sets, we'll climb Lion Hill together. From the vantage point of Wangu Tower, the entire ancient town of Lijiang will unfold before us. In the distance, the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain will glow like a giant draped in golden robes, majestic and breathtaking. Below, the staggered rooftops will be bathed in warm hues, wisps of smoke rising to blend with the twilight sky, painting a scene of unparalleled beauty. Standing side by side, we'll take in the view, the breeze brushing our cheeks, our hearts filled with peace and joy. When night falls, Lijiang will transform. Sifang Street will come alive with dazzling lights and bustling crowds. People will gather around bonfires, singing and dancing, their laughter echoing under the stars. We'll join in, dancing freely, letting happiness take over. Tired, we'll find a cozy tavern, sit in a corner, and listen to the resident singer's deep, magnetic voice crooning songs of love and dreams. The clink of glasses will ring like a toast to the beautiful future we envision. One day, we will meet in Lijiang. There, far from the noise and haste of the city, we'll find only tranquility and beauty. Together, we'll wander ancient alleys, watch sunrises and sunsets, and immerse ourselves in the town's unique charm. I look forward to that day—to meeting you in Lijiang and writing our own story.