DD | Back in Dali for Five Days
Back in Dali for five days, returning to the fields, daily routines, and physical practice, life is becoming more hopeful step by step.
Back in Dali for five days, and I feel alive again.
Yesterday after swimming, we had a picnic on the water storage platform by the fields. A 360-degree view of fields and sea—everything tastes better with that view.
After the meal, we strolled along the field edges. The corn tassels swaying—that must be the shape of the wind. In the distance, smoke curled up—it might not necessarily be someone cooking; it could be burning plastic and garbage. There are so many vegetables that you can pick a bunch discarded by the roadside. There are green onions you can take home to fry scallion oil that will last a year, and potatoes with blemishes that can be eaten after cutting off the bad parts or replanted. There are also early corn cobs—usually only two or three ears are left on each stalk, so many small corns are broken off. If you pick one and eat it whole, cob and all, it has a special sweetness.
Maybe I'm really not suited for city life. Maybe only in this kind of environment can my life energy be unleashed.
Today I haven't been idle either. I started standing meditation again, then practiced Tai Chi and Baduanjin, hoping to regain the energy I lost in the city.
Today I emptied the bed in my car and reinstalled the original seats, so it'll be more comfortable for passengers. Also, after looking for a room for several days, I finally decided to rent a single room from a friend. That way I don't have to sleep in the car anymore, and it will be easier to later modify the car for a better bed layout.
Tonight I rearranged the furniture in the room and cleaned up. Life feels more hopeful step by step. There are so many things I want to do—once I start moving, everything seems to become clearer [smile]
A rambling little essay, trying to express my inner feelings~
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Jason | Using AI to Create Your Own Mini Program/Website
Two months ago in Chiang Mai, I stumbled upon the chance to start learning how to build mini programs. My AI programming mentor, Wangshen, told me, 'Once you finish your mini program, write a summary report.' Now I've completed the new mini program for Cangshan Hiking Home, and it's already being tested. It not only solves problems I've wanted to address for a while, like adding age tags to filter activities and providing an English version, but it has also introduced new features, such as browsing restaurants, guesthouses, and meeting points on a map for a more intuitive experience, and using AI to provide quite intelligent responses.
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Celebrate the Torch Festival in a Nanzhao Royal Clan Village
Over the past two years, we have taken guests to celebrate the Torch Festival in Songhe Village, Eryuan. Together we slaughtered a sheep, and with the whole village, erected a huge torch in the center of the village square. Everyone made their own torches from hemp stalks, and together with the older and younger villagers, we rushed to grab the blessing baba (cakes) from the big torch, passing blessings to each other with fire. Even for me, a native Bai person, these are rare and precious traditional festival experiences. Dali has endless festivals, and I want to experience them more before they fade away. I remember the Torch Festival of my childhood: torches were no longer enough for me. Before the festival, I would tell my dad to prepare a bucket of waste engine oil and diesel, mix them together, and then I would tightly bind cotton and old cloth with rope into a ball (some kids would secretly take cotton from their quilts at home to make it). Finally, I would make an iron wire ball, soak it in the bucket of oil, and secretly take it out every day to look at it, looking forward to having a great time on the day of the Torch Festival. We would compete in the village and by the rice fields to see whose fireball or torch was more impressive. When the torches and fireballs were almost burned out, we would rush home, walk around the potted fruit trees in circles, and say blessing words, hoping they would grow even better in the coming year.