When you are old and grey and full ofsleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down thisbook,
And slowly read, and dream of the softlook
Your eyes had once, and of their shadowsdeep;
How many loved your moments of gladgrace,
And loved your beauty with love false ortrue,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul inyou,
And loved the sorrows of your changingface;
And bending down beside the glowingbars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
正午,周城阳光灿烂。马路两侧是一眼望不到头的铺面,扎染花布在店门前随风轻摇。这里就是大理最大的白族自然村,也是扎染之乡。
院中,身着白族服装
我们在余新明家遇见了一位广西女孩,她从丙中洛徒步而来。小余招呼了我们,连忙去准备其他事情。有一批日本客人要来村里看看,小余叫了村里的年轻人,换上怒族、藏族服装,端了水酒到村口去迎接。