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Back at the guesthouse, I found myself alone again, so I drifted into a cycle of smoking and drinking. As I sat there, dusk arrived in my daze. I glanced out the window, and if I hadn't seen the excavators and cranes at work, Erhai Lake would still have been breathtakingly beautiful.
I also feel that Dali may not be less beautiful than Bali, where Ye Zhi is now, but its beauty needs to be felt with the heart, while Bali's beauty is simply beauty.
Gently closing the heavy door of the inn, I arrived at the shore of Erhai Lake once again. Compared to the metal-laden dismantling machines, the tourists who stopped to take pictures by the lake were light and airy. Unlike me, who already knew every plant and tree here by heart, they were full of curiosity about everything, as it was their first time here.
In just one hour, I had already helped three couples and a female classmate take photos together. As this group of tourists gradually dispersed, dusk also left this land, replaced by boundless night and starlight hanging in the sky.
Such a situation always stirs up a feeling of longing in one's heart. It's not necessarily longing for a particular person, but also for one's hometown. Then, a sense of loneliness arises in one's heart as one struggles in a foreign land. I suddenly wanted to invite someone out for a drink, but my best drinking buddy, Instructor Ma, had already left, and Tie Nan couldn't drink to his heart's content because Taozi was keeping him company. Apart from them, it seems that I don't have any particularly good friends in Dali.
After sitting there for another half hour amidst the sound of the "tide," I finally took my phone out of my pocket and started refreshing my WeChat Moments with a bored expression...
My WeChat Moments is still as vibrant as ever. Some people are indulging in revelry, while others are even more bored than me, having gone to see a movie alone. The quietest post, however, was made by Ye Zhi ten minutes ago.
I wasn't mistaken, she posted another update on her WeChat Moments. The photo was taken in Bali, just like what I had just experienced. It was also at dusk, and filled with visual loneliness, because there was only one leaf lying on the seashore.
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