Weed Scene | Travel with You Qinlan - Chiang Mai Diary
You and I have a lot of tacit understanding. The most important thing is that we respect each other and stay true to ourselves.
On Feb 18, we finished our only workday. A photographer asked what style we shoot. You said, 'Not the usual style, just random shots.' It was fun hearing her say that.
On Feb 21, we explored the countryside on a scooter. We picked leaves and seeds in a rubber tree forest. I found rubber tree fruits, and You discovered tiny ceramic-like seeds. We collected materials to DIY later.
At home, I sewed the seeds onto a bag while You made a leaf curtain and necklace. Ourquiet understanding (tacit understanding) lies in respecting each other's space while being ourselves.
On Feb 22, I was woken by You's pigeon-like alarm. We had breakfast at a noodle shop with watermelon-patterned tables.
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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.