In fact, would like to put something vague memories away, so you can re-recorded once, it seems like the memory of memory, simple and easy!
When the plane landed, when the sky was late, gray days, I can not find the size of the Big Dipper, and the striker can not find the bear. A few hours ago, that the desire came back full of surprise, as the aircraft landed again changed back to the city's unique --- impetuous! Cry it, not tears, just tired!
What is the city of Lijiang, then? In fact, to me, but stream flow and the bluestone path with the "new world" and it crowds, high noses and blue eyes, and Yi Yi ah ah the birds, let me reminding us of scenes in Shanghai, a nightclub, throbbing music , impetuous crowd and pretend that's simple!
There is no consideration and nostalgia, I chose the trip to the Shangri-La.
In the way to Zhongdian, the expression has always been trance, the car is very bumpy, far and near is a large one large wasteland on the yak and drying sporadic scattered ancient field, cracked corn and mixed with loess, was about to order one. But the days, good-lan! Little by little clouds, or poly or casual, or far or near, because the white clouds, yellow, the days of blue seemed to drip into the hearts of people.
Someone exclaimed, to see out the window: dozens of huge eagles, or even circled or Zheng Zheng's stance on the ground. Like all of a sudden woke up, I was shocked. What will not see these, ah! I have repeatedly turned over the head of all from a variety of channels to about Zhongdian StrategiesChinaInc introduction, what kind of scenery? What kind of along the way? What kind of bumps? But without them. On the ground without food, the sky did not prey, in addition to eagles, is that we - Quwang Zhongdian car, there is contentment of the yak! No sound, carriage, is not excluded from live to breathe it? Local drivers, trance of looking at the window, there is no sign of launch point. He is also the first bar, strange, I have come back, and quietly looked out the window of the majestic eagle!
Suddenly, and on the loose, and they seem to have been inspired eagle, once all flew away, and no circling, straight to fly away, until the sky in the distance, a black point.
Continued to jolt the car, all the way came to the Zhongdian - Shangri-La
I always feel the people there, we face the color has a talented imagination. Doing all it can to bright with all the colorful, complex and with as much as possible the complicated, but which the United States! Sky a canvas, deeply shallow blue, small houses, shops, like most of the fairy tale is not possible to pure tones. What is the vision? What is the dream of fields? And what is the tentacles can be very? Here, you will be explained.
Rest one night, next morning, sitting in one dollar bus, came to Songzanlinsi. In the far slope, the temple seems to have turned into a colorful canvas, resonant tones came jagged. In this exceptionally cool and bright day, the human mind seems to fly forward with the ringtone, even though there is gradient of the road walking, breathing some poor.
Like all the temples, as they went into a serious up, unconscious. Full of big chunks of murals, portraits, statues, things like, intertwined, reminiscent of the dawn of the various legends. As usual, donated to the donation, and thanks to the prayer, and seeking the demand of the. If we say that inside Songzanlinsi I own the heart weight, but rather that, outside the Songzanlinsi made me feel cool and bright and pure heart.
Or sitting in the car one dollar left, carriage incoming sunlight slanting sun, let me breathe Dakoutaikou greed. Do not know why, the previous tension and are neither went so far as powder without a trace. Heart funny, perhaps in everyone's mind, there is always afraid of people know and see the secret, but in front of the Buddha, known to escape detection, so carefully Bar! In the sun, everyone in any case, looks are clean, and refreshing of.
Then one day, found some the same people who go to Meili Snow Mountain, they set out.
That afternoon, overcast, the air cold. For a long time to open the car and began to climb off surrounding white Mang Snow Mountain. At a very high place, it began to snow. Peak should be snow bar, in a vast expanse of whiteness, to the hands, has become the point. Damp hit the air, but not cold. The next great interest all the car, who want to make some photos. Mountain plants, overlooking all withered and yellow, have been snow Crimping, or crooked, or inclined, there is not even complete, and only broken down roots and branches. Driver said it was cutting no less than people who have a long cut, take fire of. Speechless. . . . . . God will punish, and I believe! No, it's convinced!
Repeated gloomy days, the next there is a snow storm, a car of people worry about whether it can be seen tomorrow, tomorrow gaze of the Meili Snow Mountain, I heard that it is difficult! Deqin pass the time, there were two tour groups because of waiting for Meili Snow Mountain, has been stranded for two weeks. Everyone is worried about the unsettling tomorrow, only me, but leaning on the shoulders with a friend to go unconscious and fell asleep. To a foot of snow-capped mountains, to the one with toilet room, conscious of the incredibly happy, early to listen to the gurgle of water flow down the mountains the sound of the hypnosis in the blanket, the dream went.
What is the most happy? Is to satisfy!
Full of a hot and humid in the sun, let me wake up and happy eyes, happy伸了个懒腰and happy Chiliaozaocan and with the car people, local people domesticated the mule ride up the mountain -- - In fact, more recent arrival to the mountain at the foot of Meili Snow Mountain. Endless laughing all the way, why is not the horse mule do? The answer is: a mule is more endurance than the horse. In the petty bourgeoisie of us, is not riding it more type?
Has never been so close to snow-capped mountains, silvery white in a deeply shallow, suffused with a different light. Foot of the mountain, Tibetan Buddhism, the banner of colorful overlay extension with a person's thoughts as it's stretched unconscious drifting into the distance, behind the mountain. Why do people worship? Because there we can not explain and reach. The face of snow-capped mountains, that kind of transparency the same as the purity of the baby through my whole, so that I can not proudly. If there is the spirit of things at the moment is the proof. And then the hearts of any filthy mess here, good and transparent is the same. The saying goes, deep down bar!
Because there is no civilization and the rapid advancements in the material here is more profound than we who have faith and firm, so they can be snow-capped mountains as a spiritual father to washing and to appease hearts; and we, those born in the city , long years in the material surrounding the social elite, not always at some point because there is no worship can be closer, panic anxiety, as well as efforts to trace the so-called utopia of the simple do? We wear retro, and we eat and drink pure, primary colors we use quality materials. All in all, in the end was actually back to square one.
The face of snow-capped mountains, I tell myself clear: do what they want to lead a life of their own thought, in any case difficult; love their loved ones and complete their own want of integrity, no matter who is the face.
Back to Lijiang, I decided to leave, to a nearby beam Changhe Town Kosumi, in the limited time guarding the size of my Beidou, Cubs and the striker until the leave until the plane landed on me once again places.
Author: cgmjane1
