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To the United States, often distant.

On a normal summer, we have entered known as the "daughter of country" to the remote and beautiful Lugu Lake.

Northwest Yunnan Lugu Lake, from the map point of view, is not so remote. Jiuzhaigou, Qinghai Lake, Tianshan Heavenly Lake, Yangzhuoyong Lake, we have been, and 2000 kilometers of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway hypoxia we traveled through. Purpose of his trip to Lugu Lake, why so long and deep?

Omit the process of non-stop destinations way, we do not always use. To the United States, and is always worth paying the price. Thus, from Guangzhou to Kunming we sat for nearly 47 hours by train from Kunming to Dali, from Dali to Lijiang they sat together for nearly 18 hours of the car. FIT Center in Lijiang, we sit down to the lake day tour of Pakistan.

That morning, just in time plateau Yin Yu Xiaoxiao the rainy season. One of the Naxi, and nearly his sixtieth's driver, one just a half-baked Naxi guides tall young lady, a car from different places of the tourists, mostly young people, but they are also nearly seventy years of age-old aunt for years. The car up the mountain a way down one way, a way another way, corner to corner to another, akin to finding bad, as if Deng ladder. All song and laughter, but all inevitably nervous. Sure enough, midway in the Jinsha River shore, due to mudslides caused boulders rolled, blocking us alive for two hours. Along the way dense rain obscures our view. Pad with stones and trees into the embankment, danger constantly. Although from Lijiang to Lugu Lake was more than 600 kilometers, but this is the way of extreme adventure seemed to be infinitely winding down, people feel as if I embarked on a road of no return. Until nearly 11 o'clock at night before we reach the lake shore of the Mu Lengfang: Moso homes. This is indeed the road is not far.

Plateau after the rain washed the night sky, the stars appear as bright pupil of the eye, as if asking for removable. My first time I saw the lake, that is, under the stars in such.

Daybreak the next day, I hurry to get up out of leaving for the camera. Dawn of the Lugu Lake, a Wang Jing of water, lining the changing clouds, the Qing Dan and mysterious. The Background to a few screen Kamiyama obtrusive in the water's edge. Yingyingchuochuo canoe and fishing people's silhouette, extremely vivid, just as his lens models.

After breakfast, we boarded the unique Moso canoe --- Zhucao Chuan, is zoned in the music of water to the lake island. Lugu Lake at this time, Der Spiegel General: cloud water from unintentional self-leisure, Barry glass boat a few leaves. There are scattered plants on the lake dotted with flowers. Moso Moso boys and girls side of the boat while singing and moving love songs, here floating in the past: "Little Mada Mi-Mei ... ... ... ..." swing over there: "The little Elder brother Mada Mi ... ... ... ..." 3 sing a sigh, ileum ups, distant and moving. Days, light, water color, add this paradise of a cappella, alas is the water sound, place in them, I am speechless and tears intended. I know that we, the civilized rush from the Mosuo people like Taoyuan Penglai spiritual life, is too far off.

We went into Lake Mosuo people living in the village. Every family's orchard, are pressed fruit sticks, very attractive. We arbitrarily into several Mosuo people Muleng Fang. Mosuo people are very warm hospitality, lead us to the next hut that Zhai fruit that tasted the fruits of their hard work. They say this year's fruit was hail beaten harder to sell. In fact, are still struggling for their lives, but the optimism is always written in their weathered faces. As far as we know, Mosuo people believe in Tibetan Buddhism. Their family is the only remaining matriarchal family on the planet. Women have a very high status. Do not marry young men and women do not marry and take away the form of marriage. Adult female flowers in their own building to, every night waiting for loved one to spend the night. Between men and women and sentiments. The combination of their domination from any person and contacts in divorce freely. Each side to live in his mother's large family. Children go woman. No Meishuozhiyan, without parental consent, and no-laws and property dispute. We respect each other live in harmony. I have some confusion: Under the Same Blue Sky, went so far as there is such a different way of life. Which one is better, across the mountain culture, as an outsider I do not have to make rash User Notes. But the question 100 of material society, should not be from their way of life inspired by some do?

That afternoon, each of us ride a horse Mosuo people, on a large lawn in the mountains. Mountain on the large open great duo duo of white azaleas. Mosuo girls came one after another from the foot of the mountain. They wear a pleated skirt or red or yellow, it is necessary and our friendship between the Han Chinese youth wrestling show. My turn to play, and they are four or five tall girl ran up, busy divvying up after my fall, but also a friendly with my high hold up. Wrestling, followed by singing in antiphonal style. Moso and Han turns singing. Singing hillsides to fly, it is drunk while forgetting time. Down, and saw the Lugu Lake: corner to clear water, white clouds, blue sky, Aoyama are mounted in clear in the lake, the upper and lower daylight oblivious same color, the United States enough to move Shehun dream, it is a long time stopped. We can not help but jump into the lake swim some Yuye general. In this is said to be rare in the world of the far uncontaminated virgin lake swimming, Willful unspeakable.

Highland lake at night and slowly infiltrated the world. Night water. Mosuo people in the village dam, a campfire, a flute playing a long and fiery dance beat of a twist. Mosuo young men and women dressed in costumes, dancing hand in hand heartily. Men stomping, women waved, dance when the slow time-fast, from time to time sang along and a distinct rhythm, and the atmosphere rise. Attracted many Han Chinese have also joined the ranks of dancing, singing cheerful light the whole village ... ...

The third day morning, we had to leave the lake. We have a lake to spend an unforgettable day for two nights. Nanshe feelings can be imagined. The car up to the summit, we are constantly look back to Gorm the lake down the mountain goddess: Dawn of the lake, quiet places, where coagulation, such as milk in general, Jin Zhao her three small islands ... ...

Have reverted to the distant remote.
Author: lbdg