A bumpy road to Zhongdian, soil, the sun was burning the sun was unusually parched. Gradually a number of sparse looming in the dusty villages, and hiding in the vast areas of grassland behind, as if appearance has always been so insular. Occasionally appeared in 12 trees, but also to the green with faint, never, and the boundless grass are blooming, grass is the main feature here is the generous gift of nature. Cattle and horses and he plans to shake his tail, and their eyes or stare, or staring at the foot of grass, Enron enjoyed elsewhere in cattle and horses have never been able to enjoy the benefits of well-being and ease.

I forgot my journey tired, thin dotted enjoy the grass in the grasslands of the Pearl, they are the green one in extraordinarily red, a glow like the sky falling, lively and brilliant, I heard that this grass are highly toxic, hitting can not touch, but every fall, it will become its duties striking, perhaps unable to bear the loneliness of the long bar. Then stop waiting, and the original Diqing I have come to the land. A beautiful roadside inn, the news came that the first possession of the famous song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," the melody, distant and moving, attracting people into the brigade to go. I also followed the glass doors into the hotel to unload a heavy backpack.

"Sir housing? We here prices are not expensive, every day, hot water!" Ears came a silver ling, ring-like crisp voice heard seen from such a clear voice, without a trace of dust-like staining. Mother, I looked and saw the one for girls with short hair, wearing Tibetan dress, are now a few backpackers like me said, holding a stack of leaflets hotel.

"Can be, ah, you stay with us will live!" Laughter with those people who put girls Wai in the middle. She turned purple red, but did not know what to do, apparently accustomed to seeing such occasions. "Ah, do tour guides to accompany live on the No啦!" She said as crunchy smile, eyes narrowed crescent shape, rich red lips greatly open, revealing a neat row of beautiful teeth, so the child seems to see a few lifetimes of the happy event had not met before, a long time have never seen such a comfortable smile.

Unconsciously, I touched each of her sight. "Sir housing?" She came out from the same group of people, with a very bright smile, eyes on the water bud-like Angela to Sight. "You just said you can be a tour guide?" I asked her, watching her eyes filled with smile, you can not keep the faces of laughter to be released.
"Yes, very cheap, can comfortably carry on to take you to the most fun place, pack your satisfaction!"
"Oh, was originally paid services ah!" The group of backpackers come stir up trouble again Wai.
"It is cheap Yeah, neither good nor money!" Feel so cool to wear Tibetan dress girl has made a "no" gesture.

Backpacker had opened the room a short while to go upstairs, and I have after finishing the housing procedures. Girls, quiet, silently and looked towards the door, waiting for the next batch of travelers backpack, the eyes are still as bright crescent, his mouth Buzhuo finishes smile.

"Take me to the most beautiful place, right?" I was ecstatic, she interviewed so surprised.
"Well!" She sent me a brighter smile.
"My name is Dawazhuoma, call me Dawa Bar!" She said joyfully, and I shook hands side edges said, hands chink bracelets fall down, touch my hands cool to.
"What does it mean, your name?" I asked.
"Dawa is the moon, Dolma is a Tibetan girl's meaning."

The next morning, Dawa on the inn door waiting for me. In the blue sky white clouds below, with her unique Dawa most infected people smile and led me Sheung. Along the way she told me a lot about the Tibetan legends and customs, said the Tibetan girls are the most powerful and capable, often at home is the economic mainstay, as the Tibetan men lazy at home,不干活still waiting for his wife's Shi Hou , and even some Tibetan girl married to a different house husband (also circulating Tibetan polyandry), but also to take care of several homes. "That's really Burongyia Tibetan girl, busy busy outside inside!" I am surprised to say. "For ah, so if you have a man married to a Tibetan Han girl, but not the good fortune to enjoy it!" Dawa cheerfully with a smile.
"Han was not so lazy boys do, and we know how to love his wife, are reluctant to let his wife involved, this what happiness Well!" I replied, not without pride.
"Ah, you know that we called the Han Chinese into Tibetan girl do? Small white face! Because the Han people who talk Huazhongyouhua, never say so, but also pleasant to coax people to do pick, who knows he is a liar blanket!" Da Watt said solemnly.
"No, right? You must be hearsay, there is no basis to see if I would be a liar?" I refute her. She suddenly did not speak, and face in the strong sun becomes bright red, and they somehow still smiling from the eyes of revealing a trace of sad and dreary look. This hint of melancholy as the notes are not, and Society in the Gaokuang bright prairie 3,000 meters above sea level on the playing together is more a kind of Qi Jue beauty.

"I'll give you a picture bar!" In Na Bo coast, Dawa wind flowing scarf, red skirt with a dark blue Tibetan lake, the color is very touching. Her toss of some scattered short black hair, without a word to me start with a "model", which made no secret of her smile. "It's beautiful!" I press the shutter while lamenting the edge. Sad happy Lydia forgotten me out riding, taught me how good or bad kind of figuring a horse, and later still do not know from where to hold a little lamb, his arms energetically to pro, I said lamb faster as you are the children, she says with a smile on our feelings of Tibetan people and livestock and their own brothers and sisters as deep as ever. Of the pupil of the eye from her real quiet, I have seen the most natural kindness and motherly love in her body continuously flowing. Throughout the evening we sat on the grasslands to see the slopes of the shepherd boy singing to the sheep home after dark. Soon the moon came out, curved, and glory gorgeous, set off in the sky sparkling Xinghai years. "In the city, from the not so bright moonlight, and so close to the stars!" I could not help shaking his head admiration. "The Moon is called sinking, while the brightest stars know what is it?" Dawa smiled and looked at the moon asked. "You test Buzhuo I called Venus citizenship." I replied. "Yes, it is the total of red every day around the moon, and sometimes far, sometimes close to the moon the best lover na!" Dawa self-serving manner, she had seemed to fall into a beautiful memories . I do not have the heart to interrupt her, sat quietly beside her, appreciate the boundless steppes of the screen color, until the days of complete darkness down, we did not leave.

Admittedly, Dawa be invited to this great guide I was right, but also the quality of service class. In the long-distance run around the car, and she seemed tired and had never had, ever give me a style snacks, as well as Tibetan legend, the moment they had taught me to sing Tibetan songs, one a way to teach her excellent voice, sang always full of cars caused by people's applause, and then forcibly pulled out, I sing, boasted that I could sing very well, which makes the embarrassment I had to bite the bullet and began to sing in Guangdong popular music, and her singing loud and clear crisp compared with the really appalling. On several occasions I have tired to fall asleep, she is not let me sleep, said that she had to listen to the story did not say a few more. "Miss you're not tired of it?" Once I was unbearable to say that her surprise, she was an almost fly into a rage, saying that not allowed to call her Miss escort because it is synonymous with the local.

In the way of laughter, the Dawa, I rode with a small boat through the clear end to Bita Lake, in the Kot Dan Songzanlinsi the 100 stone steps to leave footprints pious, a small hospital in the Tibetans hada to take over in front of the warm, delicious taste of buttered tea and highland barley wine, boarded more than 4500 meters above sea level of the Meili Snow Mountain and clouds dance in the spacious ranch of Ganhaizi to enjoy the glorious sunrise.

On a hazy rainy day, we came to magic baishuitai, a pool of water in the pool light soft hazy mist spreads, and floated in the calcification of the semi-circular pond in the light blue to slide a leisurely, quiet like a wearing thin Shaqun of Sleeping Beauty. We drill into the waterside shrub forest, Dawa said that the water here, there are Aura, sprinkle on the body will bring good fortune, and then go visit me splashing water. Of course, I have spared her, and her playing simply "water war", the result of confused two people are wet. Before he left, I wore boy's clothing and Dawa Tibetan together a video and photography of people thought we were lovers, but also come to my ear does not need salt is not short of Mandarin, said: "Your wife is is pretty good." I laughed a look at Dawa, and she actually bit embarrassed up, pretending to not care to look elsewhere. Peer 10 days, I saw her for the first time such a shy look, like a 18-year-old little girl. In fact, Lydia is so pure that she never hide anything, never put on an act. "I went to Lijiang to accompany you?" From baishuitai down, I tried to ask her because she was, my journey sunny, even at this late autumn vagaries of the plateau. "No, I have to go back." Did not think she said decisively.

"Why? Are afraid I can not afford the guide charges?" I have to say that some pique.
"I would also like others do! I'm afraid I left a long time, if he comes back, will not find me." Dawa passing a trace of worry in the eyes, such eyes, the sea has caused considerable in the Nagorno-Park impressed me deeply .
"In the Tibetan tradition where it is not to promote marriage and the Han people, but I, partial married a Han Chinese, he ah, it was an old white face." Dawa's face a very sweet smile.
"Old white face? He was very old?" I looked at her flashing eyes asked.
"Yes, 12 years old than me, I have 23 of this year."
"Do you still younger than I do!"
"We are Tibetan girl, 16-year-old married already late, and I have a lot of sisters, children faster than their high-啦!" Dawa laughing like a bunch of silver bell voice.
"Well, you have children?" I asked softly.
"There ah, my little Droma 3 years old, but she will not call my father." Dawa was silent, his face lost its usual smile moment. After a moment, she said: "Some people say he is gone, said to be in the Qinghai-Tibet Highway encountered a cave, and fell a hundred miles of mountain Ya, even people failed to find ... ... but I do not believe he was dead, and I believe in God, every day I pray silently in their hearts, God will send him back. "
The moment I do not know what to say, but I can feel the sadness Dawa.
"You said he would not be do not want me and the small Droma now?" Suddenly she turned his head and looked at me very seriously. She asked me how to answer it! Whatever the answer, can only bring her pain.
"No! He must also think about a place you have!" I patted her thin shoulders.
The car back to the inn, our first silent. She was immersed in her memories of sad or happy, I do not have the heart to disturb her. Several times I really want to hug her, let her feel some warmth, she was so young, it has already suffered the heavy burden of life, as she so loved to laugh, I really should not be so off呀!

Day of parting arrived, the last time I saw in the hotel in front of Dawa. She wore a crimson robes, with a blue and white apron, Shashi dazzling. We are beside the road covered with a pearl sitting on grass prairie, warm sunshine sprinkled on us, that moment I almost do not want to know the time of the rush.
"People here called Shangri-La, is such a beautiful name, is a Tibetan?" I looked at the side of a vague prairie village asked her.
"No, this is a foreign language is learned that an American coming here, praise here poetic beauty and herders live in freedom, they played a beautiful name, saying This is God in this world to leave the final a pure land. "Lydia, was overflowing with her smile like the eyes of the monthly shoots at me, said:" In fact, in people's eyes, the word on behalf of more than one place, but an ideal world the most perfect , the book said, everyone's eyes and hearts, there is a Shangri-La it!. "
"It seems that you have read many books ah!" I laughed.
"Small, on the 12, I could not even finish primary school had not does, he taught me a lot of words are identified!" Dawa naive to chuckle with.
"You're not saying that the Han people do not lie and reliable professionals do, why Pian You love your old villain do?" This is what I always wanted to ask the question, but had never asked the nerve.
"Hey! Our Kamba guy disdain I Well! Say that babies born to Tibetan marriages particularly smart, and Meisha is not okay!" Dawa looked at me and playfully winked.
From the backpack, I gave her money to come up with 500. "Do not be so much in one day 20!" She anxious face was red.
"Give a small Droma buy delicious! That you must! Otherwise, how do you live, how old white face waiting for you to come back?" I pretended not help were talking about appearance, money, and forcibly crammed into her small cloth Lane.
"That really thank you! I want to give a lot of delicious small-Droma buy!" She smiles on her face, mutatis mutandis, the sun still bright. "When you're a time of reunion, do not forget to tell me, I will come see you the way to see your little Droma and the old white face ah! Your little Droma grow up some beautiful than you do! "So saying, I wrote my phone number of the small pieces of paper to her. Looked at her solemnly put his face into the pockets closed paper is good, my heart began to upset them. I am going to go back to the place, how far away from here ah! The other, it probably never meet!

Their cars, and I really want to journey home. Dawa gave me the car, look at me to sit down. Suddenly she seemed to think of anything off the wrist on a string of red agate, resting heart in my hand. "Agate is an auspicious, I wish you all good luck!."
Her eyes flashing with the most sincere light.
Car boot time, temporary dust. Unclear Dawa's face I see, but knew that she was still standing in the window, but more and more distant shadow. She laughed like a burst of fresh air, light flutter in my face, with such a pleasant memory, go back the journey will no longer be lonely, "le!" I heard coming from the rear up looming Eva crisp sound, I know, it was Tibetan auspicious meaning ... ...
When the car is still the land of Diqing, I and a further bid farewell to one of the prairie 11. I found the end of each piece grasslands, there is always a large or small village, hidden in the dark red shrub forest, like the World outside the Momobaru general, quiet and tranquility. Curl of smoke from those who have been sunset illuminates the house rose up, and the horizon the clouds with great duo into one. Hard day's cattle and horses followed their masters, Shuaizhuo their tails, slowly walking on the way home. 3322 The shepherd boy playing with a small river, though separated far away, but my ear can clearly hear the noises of their laughter, and the cattle of the calls are intertwined, break out with.

I think this is the Shangri-La Dawa in mind, right? Since then, my dream the total linger here, lingering in this piece of unmitigated beauty of the human land. I do not know how Dawa Now what? I seem to see her beautiful figure, sitting in the streamer fluttering banner of his arms with her cute little Droma. She quietly waiting for the return of her husband do? Moving on bud-like eyes, sparkling with the tears of hope ... ... I hope that the broad grasslands can hear my blessing, blessing Dawa joyous laughter, echoed a day under the clouds in the boundless blue sky.
Author: naer1221