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We got up at 1:50 PM, and at 2:00 PM sharp, our group's bus departed from the hotel for Ganlanba. Much of the route ran along the Lancang River. The Lancang River valleys are deep, and although the current didn't seem rapid and the river wasn't wide, I had expected the water to be clear, but it turned out to be quite murky. Most tourist attractions in China sound enticing but are ultimately disappointing. This is a deep-seated flaw in our culture—blindly deceiving people. And then there's the saying, "If West Lake were compared to Xi Shi, it would be beautiful whether adorned or plain." I've been to West Lake in Hangzhou; it's just a stinking pool. To say it's "beautiful whether adorned or plain" is ridiculous. The biggest characteristic of Xishuangbanna Prefecture is its ubiquitous greenery. Whether on hillsides or in valleys and plains, green flows everywhere, as if the world's foundation is painted green. This vast expanse of green is indeed a scenic view to outsiders, but it's only good for sightseeing, for tourists. Overall, Yunnan isn't a good place to live, especially before tourism flourished. In the past, in ancient times, Yunnan was always a place of exile for criminals, and a refuge for ethnic minorities who were ostracized or fled disaster. This is why Yunnan is the province with the most ethnic minorities in my country today. This historically wild land was also the cradle of rebellions and revolutions during many turbulent years. Our destination, Ganlanba, was the main place where educated youth were sent down to the countryside in the last century. We arrived at Ganlanba just after 2:40 PM. Ganlanba is located downstream of the Lancang River, only 40 kilometers from Jinghong City. Ganlanba is a basin of 40-50 square kilometers, with the Lancang River flowing through its center. In the Dai language, Ganlanba is called Menghan, where "Han" means "rolled up." Legend has it that when Buddha Shakyamuni preached here, his followers spread cotton cloth on the ground and invited him to walk over it. After he passed, they rolled up the cloth, and that's how Menghan got its name. At an altitude of only 530 meters, Ganlanba is the lowest point in Xishuangbanna and also the hottest. However, this hot climate has brought Ganlanba abundant produce, including coconuts, betel nuts, bananas, mangoes, lychees, star fruit, jackfruit, passion fruit, and more. In addition to fresh fruits, Ganlanba also produces a large quantity of dried fruit. The Dai Ethnic Garden is located in Ganlanba, historically known as China's rubber dream factory, so many people's memories of Xishuangbanna begin with Ganlanba. The Dai Ethnic Garden scenic area consists of five well-preserved ancient Dai villages, making it a comprehensive folk ecological tourism area showcasing Dai history, culture, religion, sports, architecture, customs, clothing, food, production, and daily life. It is hailed as the "Dai Folk Museum." Ganlanba has two relatively large villages: Mansongman, also known as Garden Village, and Manting, also known as Flower and Fruit Village. No matter which village you enter, you will see typical Burmese temples and pagodas, as well as traditional Dai bamboo houses. The village is filled with tropical plants and flowers such as coconut palms, areca palms, mango trees, jackfruit trees, and hydrangeas, with rows of Dai bamboo houses nestled among the trees, a truly delightful sight. We first visited a Dai village, where we saw tools and various items showcasing Dai customs. The things associated with ethnic minorities are either related to ghosts and spirits or to courtship. Among them was a large millstone; it was said that if a young man wanted to marry the host's daughter, he had to work the hard labor of turning the millstone for three years. If he didn't want to do this hard labor, he could also do it by skill. There was a tall, thin areca palm tree in the courtyard; if the smooth trunk was coated with oil, and the young man could climb it barehanded, he could also marry the girl. These ancient customs—why is getting sex so difficult! That being said, these rules are the best shield if you're refused; but if you're accepted, what can't be accommodated? The Dai people's "人"-shaped, pointed-roof wooden houses, resembling Buddhist temples in appearance, are generally three stories high. The first floor is mostly used for storage or livestock, the second floor for living, and the third floor is usually used for storing grain or for young women. If a young man is having an affair with a young woman, he can set up a ladder to the third floor in the middle of the night. If the old woman living on the second floor doesn't object, she'll pretend not to see it; if she doesn't like the young man, she'll push the ladder down or light a lamp to prevent him from having sex with the beautiful young woman. Upon arriving at the door, a man in his forties warmly welcomed us inside and led us to the second floor. He diligently offered tea to everyone and then began to display his exquisite silverware: silver bracelets, silver hairpins, silver pendants… he had everything, and while the prices weren't exorbitant, they weren't cheap either. Two ladies from our group couldn't resist the persuasion and bought silver bracelets, claiming they were for warding off disasters and ensuring peace. My young wife was also somewhat tempted, but I secretly told her that the silver content of the silverware here was less than 10%. Hearing this, she abandoned her plan to buy. Seeing that no men were buying, the middle-aged owner became more emotional, saying, "I have a little sister who's just come of age! Who wants to stay and be my son-in-law? I like you two! I especially like men who wear glasses. Brother, how about you stay?" He praised his daughter while pointing to a male tourist in his thirties. "Staying is fine, but first, call your sister out so we can see her," the male tourist replied, mimicking his tone, putting him in a difficult position. "Haha, no way! How can I see my sister without buying silverware?" With their intentions so blatantly obvious, we felt there was no point in lingering any longer and got up to say goodbye. After leaving this Dai-style house, we went to the larger Manchunman Temple. Ganlanba has many temples, each magnificent, exquisite, and ancient, testifying to the long history of Buddhism and their extraordinary status in the hearts of the Dai people. Manchunman Temple, with over a thousand years of history, has accumulated rich and profound Theravada Buddhist culture, preserving famous murals such as "The Reincarnation of Rudi" and "The Story of Shakyamuni." After leaving the temple, I felt there wasn't much else to see. The entire Ganlanba area isn't well-planned; without the abundant greenery, it would be quite chaotic. We only spent about forty minutes visiting the Dai houses and temples, and there wasn't much else to see. After leaving the temple, our guide, Yang, mentioned two water-splashing activities. The first was at 2:30 PM, which we missed, and the second was at 4:30 PM; those interested could participate. Now we had free time to explore the market or stroll along the river. We were to return to the parking lot at 5:30 PM to board the bus back to Jinghong. We had plenty of time to wander around. We first arrived at the market, where two scantily clad girls, their breasts exposed and wearing tight-fitting clothes, were soliciting tourists to take photos with a large golden python slung over their shoulders. Taking a picture with the golden python was considered very auspicious, a sign of good fortune, especially with beautiful women by your side. Why be polite? "Hey! Beautiful lady, how much for a photo?" I asked, leaning closer. "Five yuan, handsome, one for me," the girl said, gesturing invitingly. I stepped forward and stood between the two girls. The middle section of the python wrapped around my neck, feeling cool to the touch; the two girls carried the python's two ends, and I had my arms around their soft waists. "Click! Click! Click!" the girls snapped several photos of me as I posed. Afterwards, I said to the girl, "Sister, come on, take some pictures too, such a magnificent and auspicious python!" I urged her. "Little brother, I'm too scared, I'm afraid of snakes," the girl said timidly. "It's alright, look at those two young girls, they carry it every day without any problems. Besides, those two beauties are holding you, what are you afraid of? Go on, little brother will take the pictures for you," I said, pushing the young woman and taking the camera from her. She bravely went over. "Click! Click! Click!" I took several pictures of the three beauties. I really envied that python, able to coil around three beautiful women at the same time. After paying for the photos, the young woman and I started to enjoy the food. The barbecue was very special, including grilled pig's penis, which we didn't try. The grilled fish here was especially good, fresh fish, and grilled deliciously. The small pineapples were easy to peel and eat directly, like peeling an apple; they had no holes and were very sweet. They were so cheap, only one yuan each. The large papayas were only 80 cents a pound without haggling, so of course we had to eat one. There were also small bananas, very small, purple, and very sweet, but not very juicy. The young woman and I ate two whole bananas and planned to take some back to the hotel before getting on the bus. With barbecue and fruit, our stomachs were full. Seeing thick, long sugarcane stalks for only two yuan each, we bought one, had the vendor peel it, and put it in a plastic bag. We chewed on the sugarcane as we walked towards the river, wanting to see what the Lancang River looked like. When we arrived, the riverbank wasn't as beautiful as the descriptions in our textbooks about the "butterfly gathering on the Lancang River." The river wasn't swift, but mixed with yellowish-red silt. The banks were lush with trees, and patches of sugarcane and pine groves weren't very large; there wasn't much land here. If it weren't for the development of tourism and forestry, this wouldn't be a prosperous place. No wonder the educated youth from the city were sent here back then; it's said that several Ganlanba Farms were built here. I don't know which branch farm we were from. Ganlanba is somewhat famous now, mainly because a famous TV series depicting the lives of educated youth, "The Debt of Sin," was filmed here in the 1990s.The main plot of *The Debt of Sin* is set in the 1960s and 70s, when Shanghai educated youth were sent to Ganlanba. These young men and women, in their early twenties, were full of passion and lived in Ganlanba, enduring hardship and experiencing the bitterness and sweetness of life. Their youth burned brightly there; they integrated with the local Dai youth, fell in love, married, and had children. In a hazy, passionate state, they completed an important stage of their lives. Let history rewind to 1977. Deng Xiaoping returned to power, the famous "Ganlanba Incident" broke out in Yunnan, the national college entrance examination was reinstated, and the educated youth returned to the cities. Like swallows returning to their nests at sunset, the Shanghai educated youth in Ganlanba divorced their local Dai families, abandoned their children, and returned to Shanghai. These men and women who returned to Shanghai each established new families and had new children. Adult men and women, they fell in love, married, had sex, enjoyed themselves, and had their fun—but what happened to the children they conceived? The children are innocent; how could they just abandon them like that? This is truly a terrible tragedy! When I was little, I heard that Southerners are heartless, and this story seems to confirm it. Even more tragically, later, when these children left behind in Ganlanba reached their teens, they heard that their spouses were in the big city of Shanghai. They went to Shanghai in groups to find their spouses. It's not wrong for children to look for their parents; it's their natural right. But when they arrived in Shanghai and found their spouses, they were faced with their parents' new spouses and new children. The awkwardness, the helplessness, the sorrow—you can imagine. I cried when I heard those pitiful children's voices. "Beautiful Xishuangbanna, couldn't keep my father. Shanghai is so big, but there's no home for me. My father has one home, my mother has one home, and I'm left alone, feeling like an outsider. Father! Mother! Can you tell me why this is happening?" The Lancang River flows swiftly southeast, but it carries my thoughts back to the Songhua River in the far northeast. Back then, that same region welcomed many educated youths from the cities. But what they left behind on the black soil of the Great Northern Wilderness was reflection, and what they shouldered was responsibility. They rarely abandoned their wives and children in a despicable way. In the monotonous and lonely Great Northern Wilderness, they left behind genuine affection and love, mutual assistance and friendship. A TV series about the lives of educated youth in the Great Northern Wilderness was also made in the 1990s, called "The Years," which reflects struggle and reflection, not helplessness and embarrassment. I once loved deeply, I once felt helpless, I once shed tears of reluctance. I once possessed, I once lost, I once made difficult choices. So much sweetness and bitterness, turning into so much joy and sorrow. I once suffered from insomnia, I once felt heartbroken, I once lost my mind for you. I was once young, I was once impulsive, I once got drunk for you. The years of heartbreak and unforgettable memories remain forever etched in my mind. Who can tell me what is right and what is wrong? Who can tell me what is what? No matter how harsh the circumstances, the educated youth from the North never bowed their heads. It was this indomitable spirit that made many famous figures among them. Ma Ji's performance in the Great Northern Wilderness inspired Jiang Kun, and Jiang Kun's return to the Great Northern Wilderness inspired Yin Xiumei. After returning to the city, the educated youth from the Great Northern Wilderness still cherished those beautiful youthful years. They asked their fathers, mothers, and the setting sun, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" They called to their children, grandchildren, and the moon, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" "Why don't I see the burning red sorghum? Why don't I see the flat, cross-legged kang (heated brick bed)? Why don't I see the aroma of wine in the wind and snow? Why don't I see the tobacco pipes in the haystacks lighting up the sun?" The beautiful Songhua River, its waves upon waves, flows forward. It flows ceaselessly, entering my dreams every night. Don't make me look back, let me go; Don't make me look back, let me go; In the tall birch forest, my youth wanders. Gazing at the river, reflecting on the past and present, mourning the past with sorrow. Perhaps you'll laugh at me for not writing about how to have sex, for writing so much unnecessary stuff. This is a sex tourism account; that's how my travel plans were at the time, I'm just recording it truthfully. I love beautiful women, and I love the landscape; just having sex with beautiful women without appreciating the scenery can't be called a sex tourism. Logically, I should have had a battle with the young woman on the banks of the Lancang River, but this is a residential area, and who knows when someone might pop up from somewhere, it's not safe. Besides, we've already done it three times from yesterday to today, and this afternoon I want to rest up, to have some energy to go back to the hotel in Jinghong for a battle in bed, I can't always have sex in the wild. At 4:30, the young woman and I returned to the Dai Ethnic Garden from the riverbank. The water splashing activity is about to start, the entrance fee is thirty-five yuan, renting costumes and basins is forty yuan, and a deposit is required. "Damn it! This price could get you a visit to a bathhouse! Besides, it's just tourists splashing water randomly, what's the point? We have to change clothes and shower afterwards, what a hassle." "Sister, shall we go splash some water?" I asked, needing to get the young woman's opinion. "No!" she shouted. Perfect, we can just watch the fun. A few tourists joined in, mostly teenagers, along with a few men and women from the park. The young people splashed each other, but the atmosphere was lacking, and the excitement wasn't there. The image I had previously conjured in my mind—a well-proportioned Dai girl in a sarong, her hair flowing down to her buttocks, splashing around in the water mist—was nowhere to be seen. There was one tourist girl, however, with thick legs and a large bottom. Her clothes seemed tight, and when wet, they clung even more tightly, clearly outlining her buttocks and vulva, especially her genitals—a large bulge with a thin slit in the middle. All the male tourists' eyes were drawn to her. We stopped looking; it wasn't interesting. The young woman and I went back to the market and bought large bananas, small plantains, pineapples, and papayas. We also bought some dried fruit. The dried fruit there looked quite good, and I bought a lot. Some of it was for the young woman to take to her child, and some I kept for myself. Back at the parking lot, Director Yang was gathering the group. By 5:20, everyone was back, and we headed back ahead of time.Dad! Mom! Can you tell me why this is happening? The Lancang River flows southeast with a "whoosh," but it carries my thoughts back to the Songhua River in the far northeast. Back then, that place also welcomed many educated youths from the city. But what they left behind on the black soil of the Great Northern Wilderness was reflection, what they shouldered was responsibility. They rarely abandoned their wives and children in a despicable way. In the monotonous and lonely Great Northern Wilderness, what they left behind was true affection and love, mutual help and friendship. A TV series about the lives of educated youth in the Great Northern Wilderness was also made in the 1990s, called "The Years," which reflected struggle and reflection, not helplessness and embarrassment. I once loved deeply, I once felt helpless, I once shed tears of reluctance. I once possessed, I once lost, I once made difficult choices. So much sweetness and bitterness, turning into so much joy and sorrow. I once suffered from insomnia, I once felt heartbroken, I once lost my soul for you. I was once young, once impulsive, once drunk for you. Those years of heartbreak and longing remain forever etched in my memories. Who can tell me what is right and what is wrong? Who can tell me what is what? No matter the hardship, the educated youth of the North never bowed their heads. It was this indomitable spirit that made many famous figures among them. Ma Ji's performance in the Great Northern Wilderness brought Jiang Kun with him, and Jiang Kun's return to the Great Northern Wilderness brought Yin Xiumei with him. Even after returning to the city, the educated youth of the Great Northern Wilderness still cherished those beautiful youthful years. They asked their fathers, their mothers, and the setting sun, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" They called to their children, their grandchildren, and the moon, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" "Why don't I see the burning red sorghum? Why don't I see the flat, cross-legged kang (heated brick bed)? Why don't I see the fragrant wine in the snow? Why don't I see the tobacco pipes in the haystacks lighting up the sun?" The beautiful Songhua River, its waves upon waves, flows forward. Flowing ceaselessly, it enters my dreams every night. Don't make me look back, let me go; Don't make me look back, let me go; In the tall birch forest, my youth wanders. Gazing at the river, reflecting on the past and present, mourning the past with sorrow. Perhaps you'll laugh at me for not writing about how to have sex, for writing so much unnecessary stuff. This is a sex tourism account; that's how my travel plans were at the time, I'm just recording it truthfully. I love beautiful women, and I love the landscape; just having sex with beautiful women without appreciating the scenery can't be called a sex tourism. Logically, I should have had a battle with the young woman on the banks of the Lancang River, but this is a residential area, and who knows when someone might pop up from somewhere, it's not safe. Besides, we've already done it three times from yesterday to today, and this afternoon I want to rest up, to have some energy to go back to the hotel in Jinghong for a battle in bed, I can't always have sex in the wild. At 4:30, the young woman and I returned to the Dai Ethnic Garden from the riverbank. The water splashing activity is about to start, the entrance fee is thirty-five yuan, renting costumes and basins is forty yuan, and a deposit is required. "Damn it! This price could get you a visit to a bathhouse! Besides, it's just tourists splashing water randomly, what's the point? We have to change clothes and shower afterwards, what a hassle." "Sister, shall we go splash some water?" I asked, needing to get the young woman's opinion. "No!" she shouted. Perfect, we can just watch the fun. A few tourists joined in, mostly teenagers, along with a few men and women from the park. The young people splashed each other, but the atmosphere was lacking, and the excitement wasn't there. The image I had previously conjured in my mind—a well-proportioned Dai girl in a sarong, her hair flowing down to her buttocks, splashing around in the water mist—was nowhere to be seen. There was one tourist girl, however, with thick legs and a large bottom. Her clothes seemed tight, and when wet, they clung even more tightly, clearly outlining her buttocks and vulva, especially her genitals—a large bulge with a thin slit in the middle. All the male tourists' eyes were drawn to her. We stopped looking; it wasn't interesting. The young woman and I went back to the market and bought large bananas, small plantains, pineapples, and papayas. We also bought some dried fruit. The dried fruit there looked quite good, and I bought a lot. Some of it was for the young woman to take to her child, and some I kept for myself. Back at the parking lot, Director Yang was gathering the group. By 5:20, everyone was back, and we headed back ahead of time.Dad! Mom! Can you tell me why this is happening? The Lancang River flows southeast with a "whoosh," but it carries my thoughts back to the Songhua River in the far northeast. Back then, that place also welcomed many educated youths from the city. But what they left behind on the black soil of the Great Northern Wilderness was reflection, what they shouldered was responsibility. They rarely abandoned their wives and children in a despicable way. In the monotonous and lonely Great Northern Wilderness, what they left behind was true affection and love, mutual help and friendship. A TV series about the lives of educated youth in the Great Northern Wilderness was also made in the 1990s, called "The Years," which reflected struggle and reflection, not helplessness and embarrassment. I once loved deeply, I once felt helpless, I once shed tears of reluctance. I once possessed, I once lost, I once made difficult choices. So much sweetness and bitterness, turning into so much joy and sorrow. I once suffered from insomnia, I once felt heartbroken, I once lost my soul for you. I was once young, once impulsive, once drunk for you. Those years of heartbreak and longing remain forever etched in my memories. Who can tell me what is right and what is wrong? Who can tell me what is what? No matter the hardship, the educated youth of the North never bowed their heads. It was this indomitable spirit that made many famous figures among them. Ma Ji's performance in the Great Northern Wilderness brought Jiang Kun with him, and Jiang Kun's return to the Great Northern Wilderness brought Yin Xiumei with him. Even after returning to the city, the educated youth of the Great Northern Wilderness still cherished those beautiful youthful years. They asked their fathers, their mothers, and the setting sun, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" They called to their children, their grandchildren, and the moon, "Is there a Great Northern Wilderness in the sky?" "Why don't I see the burning red sorghum? Why don't I see the flat, cross-legged kang (heated brick bed)? Why don't I see the fragrant wine in the snow? Why don't I see the tobacco pipes in the haystacks lighting up the sun?" The beautiful Songhua River, its waves upon waves, flows forward. Flowing ceaselessly, it enters my dreams every night. Don't make me look back, let me go; Don't make me look back, let me go; In the tall birch forest, my youth wanders. Gazing at the river, reflecting on the past and present, mourning the past with sorrow. Perhaps you'll laugh at me for not writing about how to have sex, for writing so much unnecessary stuff. This is a sex tourism account; that's how my travel plans were at the time, I'm just recording it truthfully. I love beautiful women, and I love the landscape; just having sex with beautiful women without appreciating the scenery can't be called a sex tourism. Logically, I should have had a battle with the young woman on the banks of the Lancang River, but this is a residential area, and who knows when someone might pop up from somewhere, it's not safe. Besides, we've already done it three times from yesterday to today, and this afternoon I want to rest up, to have some energy to go back to the hotel in Jinghong for a battle in bed, I can't always have sex in the wild. At 4:30, the young woman and I returned to the Dai Ethnic Garden from the riverbank. The water splashing activity is about to start, the entrance fee is thirty-five yuan, renting costumes and basins is forty yuan, and a deposit is required. "Damn it! This price could get you a visit to a bathhouse! Besides, it's just tourists splashing water randomly, what's the point? We have to change clothes and shower afterwards, what a hassle." "Sister, shall we go splash some water?" I asked, needing to get the young woman's opinion. "No!" she shouted. Perfect, we can just watch the fun. A few tourists joined in, mostly teenagers, along with a few men and women from the park. The young people splashed each other, but the atmosphere was lacking, and the excitement wasn't there. The image I had previously conjured in my mind—a well-proportioned Dai girl in a sarong, her hair flowing down to her buttocks, splashing around in the water mist—was nowhere to be seen. There was one tourist girl, however, with thick legs and a large bottom. Her clothes seemed tight, and when wet, they clung even more tightly, clearly outlining her buttocks and vulva, especially her genitals—a large bulge with a thin slit in the middle. All the male tourists' eyes were drawn to her. We stopped looking; it wasn't interesting. The young woman and I went back to the market and bought large bananas, small plantains, pineapples, and papayas. We also bought some dried fruit. The dried fruit there looked quite good, and I bought a lot. Some of it was for the young woman to take to her child, and some I kept for myself. Back at the parking lot, Director Yang was gathering the group. By 5:20, everyone was back, and we headed back ahead of time.

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