The Light Show

It is unfortunate that my camera is incompatible with my computer because there is so much life in the small city of Yangshuo, and in the mountains of Guilin. Yangshuo has become one of the hottest tourist stops in this part of China. Why? you ask. It is a combination of the mountains which loom over the cities small, crippled shacks, protecting them, guarding them from the insolent eyes of the superficial; combined with the unknowable fact that the mountains are not doing it as a favor, nor out of pity. They are rather returning the favor. The people that sit at the foot of these great, lopsided hills give them meaning. For what is beauty without someone to admire it, to touch it, to acknowledge and appreciate it? It is the strangest example of symbiosis I have ever seen but it is undeniably apparent.
The second reason it has become such a hotzone for tourists of all kinds is because of the light show directed by the extremely famous director Zhang Yimou. It is the pride of Yangshuo and the talk of all of China. I was curious to see what the fuss was all about.
The show was set on the Li river with the backdrop of the stolid mountains. But when the show began the mountains were anything but emotionless. In fact they were the stars of the show. They were lit from the bottom, so that they stood prominent against the blackened sky.They seemed proud, as if they knew that they had a meaningful role in the show, like a child wearing a cape and presenting a show to his mother. As the show progressed the color of the lights would change, and only a single mountain would be lit, as if during a solo... And everytime the lights change, or some new scene began, the whole crowd began talking and squirming, as if their excitement was almost too much. It was a spectacle I will never forget.