Shangri-La elder sister's color is like a Gesang flower blooming on Jiantang grassland.

I don't know which Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's head, came up with the new term "Ajie color", which made it spread wantonly among Shangri-La people...

A color is not enough to represent, the general term is not convincing. Include all the colors in the world and the honorable names of elder sister, only the elder sister of Shangri-La.

You often wonder at Ajie's color control ability. Often a variety of colors converge on the body, brilliant but no conflict, such as indigo, snow white and pink matching headdress, purple shoulder blue and white waistband, and regardless of the appropriate embroidery, will also put on a red tweed coat, or purple sweater, bright yellow coat. It's not over yet. There are lotus-colored black brown red shoes, bright bags on shoulders... It is said that it is difficult for women to control more than three colors in dress. But this argument, which is highly praised by countless women, is easily overturned by Ajie Colour: you go to see Ajie Colour in Shangri-La, wearing at least four or more colors, but they only remind people of the field and sky after the rain, or the big vegetable garden in autumn, and take the most unsuccessful words, it also looks like a lively and lively one. Fritillaria pheasant.

Ajie color is the most dazzling and gorgeous color on Shangri-La Street. They come and go like colorful clouds and clouds, usually a group of happy, talkative people who look a little heartless, drilling in this shop, looking at the stall, the whole person is like avoiding all the shadows of the big head, his face is flooded with sincerity, curiosity and kindness, people always worry about them. It's easy for a bad businessman in the street to pry out his wallet and then sincerely thank him with an empty wallet on his face. I saw a group of elder sisters in the street, holding money in their hands and calling out, "Wait a minute (my child). Wait a minute. Pinch a minute..." Chasing a disabled child who was taxiing on an electric bicycle in front of her, the child passed them with a money-asking box. But they did not pay for it. At that moment, they were busy with other things. They were busy talking to each other. They were busy shaking their heads and sighing. They were busy wiping their tears and waiting for the children to slip away. Only then did they wake up from these busy moments and perform the above-mentioned scenes. However, they often laugh loudly and act aggressively. They are straight-talking, quick-tempered and strong-acting. The whole person is like a bowl of hot and spicy heat, which makes the cold people love and hate. They often walk on the street as if they were walking on a construction dam. They talk as if they were shouting cattle and sheep and doing business. The sex wolves who try to get close to them are said to have run away.

Ajie color is everywhere. In the neighborhood, riding an electric bicycle constantly shouting "Yogurt? Yogurt?". Those who sell butter and cream residue fungi in the vegetable market, drive tractors in the fields, carry children on their backs, drive Yaks in the pasture, and roar past in a road tiger Hummer... Faced with life, they are well-deserved half of the sky, more or more incredible pillars. As young or younger women living in villages and towns near Shangri-La, some of them have become bosses, some are starting businesses, and some are engaged in semi-pastoral and semi-agricultural industries. They play with Wechat and strangers, and they like to play with their mouths open and eyes open and self-portraits. Together with the city of Shangri-La, they accepted high-heeled shoes, scarves, coffee and cakes. They also made outsiders fall in love with Chuba, Shu Shu, butter cream and bamboo.

Through the ever changing fashions and trends in the streets and lanes of Shangri-La, Ajie color is actually a wise and firm existence. You will find that no matter how ever the color changes, the only change is the collocation, the theme of their body will always be the old-fashioned Jiantang Tibetan costume.

I like the color of Ajie who dances in Guozhuang best. At those times, they are connected by blood in the music of Guozhuang which has been circulating for thousands of years. They sing and dance with their heads down slightly. They always remind people of the barley land in late autumn and the ripe barley ears that swing with the wind.