Kyoto Notes | China Version of "Hilarious Outbursts"

Kyoto is like a city built out of World Heritage sites.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. Sure, there are plenty of temples and palaces, but compared to Beijing, it still falls short in some ways.

However, while strolling through the quiet streets of Kyoto, watching the sunlight quietly creep over the eaves, seeing sails sway gently in the morning breeze, and hearing the clacking of wooden clogs as girls in kimonos pass by, it feels as if time has suddenly rewound by several hundred years.

While climbing the steps up the mountain, I suddenly thought of the streets of Lijiang. I remember one bright early morning when I was sitting at a corner of an old street in Lijiang, watching the sunlight slowly turn the snow-capped mountains red. The view was breathtakingly beautiful.

But just as I was lost in admiration, a group of early-rising tourists passed by loudly, calling out to each other and noisily munching on egg pancakes they had bought from a street vendor. In an instant, my pleasant mood was ruined, and even the snow mountain began to exude a vulgar air.