The love of Bai girls
There is a city called Eryuan in Dali. I have never been there. I only heard about it from Bai girls. A place with mountains, water and free hot springs, the villagers still maintain the original way of life, wearing the unpolished ethnic Bai costume, eating their own food, and can hear the sound of chickens crowing in the morning. I really wanted to go with her. The closed and information-clogged city keeps people here simple, but it also makes people here still quarrel about giving birth to boys and girls, and still worry about whether their children should go to school or not. She comes from this place.