没有光怪陆离的霓虹灯闪烁,没有车水马龙的流光溢彩,也就没有恼人的喧哗与骚动,没有让人厌烦的千篇一律。古城大理,你还是那么独一无二,耐人静静地寻味。近处,夜色中两排毗连的屋宇,如同苍笼叠翠的山脉,深藏着人间的情爱和温馨,深藏着物我一体的智慧与和谐。狭长的街道透着乳色的灯火,成了雾霭香岚游荡的山谷,舒缓而缠绵,浸润着古城的五脏六腑。远处,或许在即将消失的地平线上,横列着一溜星辰般的灯光,渐行渐远,消融在一片夜的漆黑。它,黑得那么静谧,那么安详,吞没了一 No bizarre neon lights flashing, there is no rush of Ambilight, there is no annoying noise and commotion, there is no annoying stereotype. Dali, the ancient city, you are still so unique, patiently querying. Near the night, two rows of contiguous buildings, like Cang Cuncui mountains, hidden in the world of love and warmth, hidden in one of my wisdom and harmony. The long, narrow streets, with creamy lights, became the wandering valleys of the misty Arashiyama. They soothed and lingering and infiltrated the inner organs of the ancient city. In the distance, perhaps in the near-disappearance of the horizon, with a series of stars like lights, drifting away, melting in a dark night. It was so dark and serene, so serene, engulfed one