Dali is a city suitable for living, and its main focus is leisure and comfort.
If you have enough time, make a pot of tea, hold a book, listen to original music, and spend the day sitting there.
In my free time, I ride my bicycle on the edge of Erhai Lake and enjoy the wind of Erhai Lake.
This is the correct way to start traveling in Dali, and it is a way to truly relax yourself.
If you come here just to check in, like a quick tour, you won't get this feeling.
A person, a book, a cup of tea, and a curtain of dreams, at ease, quiet and peaceful.
"The years are quiet and peaceful."
Xiao Sa lay down and refused to move. "Usually when I travel, I'm busy playing around."
"When I came to Dali, I lay down on this terrace and never wanted to move again."
Bingbing also lazily said, "Maybe this is Dali."
"Whether it's work or life, just lying quietly like this will leave all the worries behind."
Xiao Sa agreed with this, and then asked Zhang Huan, "What do you think?"
Zhang Huan got up, drank the slightly cold tea in one gulp, and said, "I suddenly want to write a poem."
Xiao Sa and Bing Bing also got up after hearing this, "What poem?"
Zhang Huan looked around and saw a bucket of paint in the corner, which was used to paint the guardrail of the terrace.
The Flower Inn where they stayed was being renovated recently, and half of the exterior wall was being re-scraped.
So, Zhang Huan picked up the paint bucket and started writing on the wall with a brush.
·Be a happy man from tomorrow on
·Feed the horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world
·Starting from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables
·I have a house facing the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring
In the live broadcast room, countless viewers were as excited as Xiaosha and Bingbing.
"Zhang Huan is going to write poetry again. I look forward to it. I like every one of his poems."
"Please, do you have any sense of public morality and write graffiti on other people's walls?"
"Didn't you see that the inn is re-scraping the wall? He can re-scrape it after he writes it."
"No, you guys call this scribbling?"
"Do you think the innkeeper will mind this kind of random writing?"
"Do you know what this means to the inn?"
"If the boss cares, he's an idiot."
While they were enjoying their leisure time, no one else in the inn came to disturb them.
By the time Zhang Huan finished writing the poem, everyone in the entire inn came to watch.
·From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every relative
·Tell them my happiness
·That happy lightning told me
·I will tell everyone
When Zhang Huan wrote a sentence, someone read it, and in the end they couldn't help but applaud and marvel.
"Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, this is so well written."
"I just wanted to have a house facing the sea, so I came to stay in this inn and chose a sea view room."
"I feel the same way, but I don't know how to describe it. Now Zhang Huan has written it all out."
"Another classic modern poem was born. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness it with my own eyes."
"From this moment on, this inn became completely popular."
Zhang Huan made Dali popular with one of his songs, and now he wrote an impromptu poem, which was enough to make this inn famous.
The more classic this poem is and the more it is recognized by people, the more people will come here to admire it.
After the boss read it, he was so happy that he almost fainted.
Zhang Huan and his party chose to stay at the Flower House Girl Inn. As the boss, he felt lucky enough.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Huan actually gave such a Dali gift to the inn.
Even Caiyun Culture and Tourism Bureau and Dali officials, who had been silently following the live broadcast, couldn't help but sigh for the boss's good luck.
"Now, his inn will never be short of customers again."
"Those who like to travel are basically young and artistic people, and they also have a special liking for poetry."
"This poem may bring more long-term benefits than the song "Go to Dali."
"This is the blessing of his inn, and it is also the blessing of our Dali."
"A very good thing must not be messed up. Find an opportunity to inform them."
"In the future, the management of inns must be stricter. Even if there are more customers and demand exceeds supply, prices cannot be maliciously increased."
Such a poem written on the wall will definitely attract many people who like poetry to come for pilgrimage.
If the boss takes the opportunity to raise prices and lower service standards, it turns a good thing into a bad thing.
Who knows if the boss will do such a stupid thing, it would be better to intervene.
While the director and the others were discussing while watching the live broadcast, the innkeeper smiled broadly and held Zhang Huan's hand tightly.
"Teacher Zhang Huan, thank you for leaving the calligraphy treasure."
"With your poem, my inn really shines."
Because he was so excited, the innkeeper even seemed a little incoherent.
The boss's reaction made Zhang Huan feel that it was a bit exaggerated. After all, for him, it was just a poem.
He also felt a little embarrassed, "Boss, I'm sorry, I spent a lot of time painting your wall on a whim."
"When you trouble the workers to scrape the wall, ask them to scrape it off."
scrape?
How is this possible? I'm not stupid.
"No, no, no, no..."
The boss shook his head vigorously, "You can't scrape it off, you absolutely can't scrape it off, it doesn't matter, I like it very much."
"Teacher Zhang Huan, if you are willing, it doesn't matter if you write on all the walls."
Zhang Huan: "Well, that's not necessary."
He was indeed copying this poem out of emotion, but he was not in such a state if he continued to copy it.
Besides, you can’t copy it all in one go. If you’re pretending to be awesome, you have to slowly pretend that you’re not.
Just by copying it so casually, countless people felt that the innkeeper had smoke coming out of his ancestor's grave.
"Damn it, I also run an inn, why is it not my inn that Zhang Huan wrote the poem for?"
"The boss's reaction made me laugh to death. One song was not enough and he actually wanted Zhang Huan to write it all over the wall."
"This is not incomprehensible. Who can have too much of such a good thing?"
"People are already rushing to take photos with this poem. I really want to see it in person."
"I have booked my flight to Dali just for this poem."
On Zhang Huan's whim, it can even be said that he directly created an attraction.
This inn called Flower Girl has become the most popular inn in Dali.
This wall with poems written on it has become a must-visit place for countless literary and artistic young people visiting Dali.
Bingbing looked at Zhang Huan and smiled brightly, "It seems that from now on you will become the most popular person."
"Now who doesn't hope to win your favor? Who doesn't hope to get your inscription?"
Zhang Huan looked around and found that the photographer was busy taking pictures of the tourists taking photos with Shi and had not paid attention.
So, he kissed Bingbing quickly and said, "I just want you to treat me as your favorite."
