Going further forward, I was still in the village and actually harvested a group of Komodo dragons. My heart tightened. I just counted about 7 of them, all of them lying under the house of a villager. I wonder how sour and soothing the people living on it...

But I think it's okay to have one. Such a large group really feels like a breeding sheep entering the mouth of a tiger. Fortunately, the sky is already dim, and most of these Komodo dragons look listless, but two of them are still looking at everyone with great vigilance.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so you turn around and step into the mountain path. The fun of climbing lies in the changing scenery between your steps, from the slightest understanding of being in the mountains to the sudden enlightenment when you reach the top. Of course, the mountain on Rinka Island is not high, and it is already the top in just a few strokes.

Looking down at the road to the coming time, the green trees wind out into a quiet harbor. It’s just that the clouds in the sky are red, the sunrises, and the life of returning from sunset is counting down, and the Komodo Dragon’s journey of exploring is also coming to an end.

Their caves are hidden deep in the valley. Although they look unpretentious, they may crawl out at any time. At the same time, the guide also said that this ferocious animal will eat the same juvenile body, so most of the born Komodo dragon babies will be kept in trees...

When we walked back to the wetland, the monkeys were gone, and the bisons accelerated their return. The sunset of the evening burned the most beautiful red, and everything was like a dream.

When we come to the nearby ancient city, Malipolo Street is the main commercial gathering area in Yogyakarta. Four means of transportation exist in harmony on the road, and various ethnic elements are rushing to appear in a long street.

When I looked out the window curiously, I found that there was a magical means of transportation that broke the existing knowledge. The local call it "Visit first". In fact, it was to drop the rickshaws in the Beijing Alley, with the porter of the human tricycle behind and the guests in front. I didn't expect that there was any danger when I got on. It was so cool. After a sudden brake, the hotel arrived.

The tour guide said that if you have been to Angkor Wat, then the viewing of Prambanan is not very meaningful. In terms of spectacularity and representation, Angkor is of course better. But it cannot be denied that this Hindu temple, known as one of the five great miracles of the East, has an irreplaceable status here.

I was idle and had nothing to do. Now the architectural scenes of the Hindu temple group no longer exist. The scenes of more than a hundred temples standing in one's own imagination can only be restored. Among the bricks and stone rubble, only three main halls stood alone.

At noon, we walked around the temple and looked for a shade. Amid the scattered and orderly rocks, away from the crowd. Find a stone to sit down, and look forward to the sunset. Because we were too focused on photographing people, we almost missed the most colorful chapter in Probanan.

The stupa group is buried by lush jungle, with lush green and dull brick walls, and there is a beauty that is not disturbed. Time casts marks on everything, giving it life, giving it scars, and giving it scales. Neat and orderly trees cannot arouse my interest, but trees that grow freely can bring the flow of air and have the taste of mountains.

Not far away, bursts of laughter from children came, and the sound was getting closer and closer in the lush grass. Perhaps it was because after school, I regarded this place as their amusement park.

Many trivial and beautiful moments, such as the leaves as thin as cicadas' wings, are divided into layers, such as the space that should have been filled with dust, but they are as clean as new. This land of overgrown grass looks extremely bright under the sunlight, making people feel quiet and peaceful, but this tranquility seems to belong here, without saying a word, and is ordinary.

This season is particularly clear day and night. Only when the sun rises can you see the clear boundary in the sky, just like two time and space. A mirage. The special rainforest landscape in the distance is reflected in the morning with the wet air.

The vast green plants float and sink in the golden light, and any language seems to appear barren. We are surrounded by them, wanting to see more realistically, but the closer we want to get, the more misty we become.

The distant mountain is called Melapi Volcano, the first volcano you saw on this trip. It gradually shows its outline as the sunrises, and waits quietly until all the flowers and leaves set off with it. The sun that poked out its head also began to greet you.

Follow the candlelight and go down the mountain along the way when you came. At this time, the meaning of the candlelight cannot play the role of lighting, but if you have it for you, a warm feeling will come to your heart in this cold mountain.

Here, there is a Buddha statue in each shrine, plus 72 bowl-shaped pagodas on the circular platform. There is one Buddha statue in each pagoda, totaling 504, symbolizing 504 reincarnations.

The pagoda made of huge stones cooled by volcanic lava has no cement connection between the stones, and the surface of the stone has also added many oxidized pores due to the erosion of time. If the gravity of the stone itself is only used to bear the increasing number of tourists and buildings, then the problems faced by Borobudur may not only deal with the carrying rate of the scenic spots, but also how to better preserve the monuments.

These Buddha statues have different shapes. Some meditate with their eyes closed, while others bow their heads and eyebrows. They see the rise and fall of the world for a hundred years. The visible Buddhas and invisible Buddhas build towers to set relics to protect the Buddha's body and mind.

If you continue walking along the Malipolo Street, you can find the palace. You can walk along the way without any effort. The guards at the door learned that everyone was from China and told me that one of them had married a woman in China. The only Chinatown on Malipolo Street was the best witness of history.

In fact, there are not many Chinese people in Yogyakarta, and there are only a few traces of them. Instead, the *** and Java culture are integrated into every corner of the city. It is often described as remote Java, and it will be said that it is wrong to Java. It is also interesting to use such a city that I thought was far away to explain that it is inaccessible.

I came to a handicraft workshop in Java Batik. The difference is that it is a subordinate unit of the Yogyakarta Palace, and there are still differences from private workshops, so all the craftsmen here are considered civil servants?

The batik master told SC Johnson that their salary was not high, and all the batik income sold was donated to poor local children, so...

You know!

Of course, for them, batik cannot be separated from all aspects of life, and it is also a symbol of identity and status. Nowadays, I also hope that more people can understand this traditional and ancient craft and pass on batik batik.

Every flower and every plant requires extraordinary patience to outline and wax. A small stove is placed beside the technician to hold melted wax. These lines are covered with these brown wax liquid and finally form a work of art.

The parents of the painting master lost their lives in a volcanic eruption and have been rooted here with their own craftsmanship. Every year, they open a batik class, and welcome people from all over the world to learn and learn about this art without any fees.

It is such an alley, where the tie-dyeing workshop is hidden deep in it. It would be difficult to find it if it were not for the tour guide. The children played here, saw the guests coming from afar, and stared at the stranger.

Walking slowly towards the Water Palace in a carriage, it used to be a place for women to gather and worship. The round stone pillars and seemingly mottled walls showed an orange-yellow luster. When did it start and why, imagine a group of women's carnival in different time and space. This distinct gender discrimination is indeed shocking when it is manifested by the distribution of buildings.
Chapter completed!