Bomi in Tibetan Village What does it mean? Soon as never thought to ask. Because it depends on the definition of the camp on his own refuses to let go:
Sweet heart, undulating waves.
The rainy season has arrived.
Sichuan-Tibet line overhaul.
Markam - Banda - rawu - Bomi looking for cars, such as cars, traffic jams, overturned, no car, that is the daily homework.
What have encountered.
Do not need to remember the deep suffering.
For those who walked, without saying anything. For those who do not walk, walking again, also know.
Bomi into a car, do not know what, maybe nothing deliberately want to. Just look at the tree-lined boulevard in the car a smooth take off, suddenly, by blocking dust and tired of thinking will be the same as the water flow of moist.
Squeezed in the middle of the two drivers master, the tears began to fail to live up to out Chung. Am very grateful to them, and did not care for me.
Is out of the window put me back to the south of the family?
Suddenly remembered the man, think of all, remember why they left a place to go to another place.
Remember once read a word, no courtship the woman said, "Only I, only I, can be traveled thousands of miles to pursue you."
Really have such a wonderful thing a woman do? I know, I can not do, I am not brave.
However, the immediate, there is a small woman, for her, and his dreams, in order to traveled long and arduous journey.
In Bomi, to me the interpretation of the brave.
"Every time I have lost something, picking up on the back. Then off again picking up. The results of the more out more. Finally, they just put some moved it."
That's why they moved around the house from Guangzhou Bomi reasons.
In June of Bomi, driving a Lotus 8. The surrounding mountains, the mountains white with green peak.
In June of Bomi, the next the south of the rain. Of trees, the trees into the ink. Sometimes, there will be a little hot before rain, but this is more like south.
In June of Bomi, flying the colorful rainbow. The Colors of circulation, the vague shapes of the horizon of the mountain top. Just want to chase, refused to take a photo.
In June of Bomi, YANG Hua-Wu Zhao thin. Fog of non-fog, Claustrophobia.
. . . . . .
In June of Bomi, unlike south like owning south.
However, she and him, not only for them before they come here to settle down.
"In the future think of this flour buns, two side dishes, a bowl of buttered tea, cry."
That night, eating dinner at home in the old Tashi returned to quarters on the way, he told me so.
Now, I think of it, not crying, but laughing. In this world, more than a happy loving home.
Each day, look at her, and if he swallows the title of mud, a little building with its own little nest,
Each evening, dinner at home together to the old Tashi. Tashi, his son, daughter, and us.
Everyone, happy talk, happy laugh.
Tashi talks about his love, his love letters, speaking of his wedding night, stressing that the happiness of age.
Tashi's son, speaking of her daughter, "temper, even higher than the sub-", that beautiful little daughter jump on the smile to prove that the temper to prove the sub.
She and him, talking with their friends, their sons, one called "Ah-chiang," dogs, as well as their future home.
One by one night, they accompanied by buttered tea, bread, no one has been mediocre busy watching TV, quiet and pleasant to spend.
Yes, at the moment, I am a happy laugh, and think that at home.
However, how can we know that, one day, I will not be a happy cry, because the thought that home?
She and him, to where to build a new home, with names such as "possession of Jiangnan."
On the river green grass.
Inn is completed, live in huts, open the door is a Montreal flowers, the windows are Kamiyama water flowing day and night. The other side of the river is the snow-capped mountains cuiluan hold up the golden temples, snow-capped mountains is named after the white Ma Gang Medog.
Bai Ma Gang - Lotus Pure Land, it is the metamorphosis of the Green Tara.
Green Tara, is a crystal tears, from the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Some people say that we are looking for Shambhala.
"Tibetan Jiangnan", is not only a hut, but also the mood or vice versa Inn.
"Tibetan Jiangnan", is not only the mood of the Inn, but also the health of Qu-han send warm.
She and him are a doctor --
"Tibetan Jiangnan", there is a small clinic for the local people heal.
Have you ever seen that one once?
One heard that she was a doctor, his wife asked her feet on the disease.
She let people use shoes off the look.
Off the old lady refuses, saying that "no feet." In the old lady's eyes, this is what a delicate girl in town.
She softly to persuade, and finally to help the elderly take off the shoes and socks.
And looking at a pair of real estate broker to Rourou to affectionately touch by pressing the old lady's feet, little by little, over and over again,
It was a feel? Not only a woman, I feel my own feet being gently Fuan.
Listen, kept trained on the warm gentle Hua-yu asked cutting, old lady, your pain is not reduced by more than half?
"They have demands on simple, very satisfied. There is no city where the tensions and the desire to make money. We also want this to happen, we have come." He said, why come to Bomi.
"Otherwise, that beaches, a few beds, sell a bottle or two of beer every night, can how much money? How many people would go that far away to see the doctor?" He said, why is there a force.
"I do not think about what will happen after the old. Now do not think." He said, now is the well-being.
She was always the side quietly listening. Is not to say more.
He said much more, and I asked her, "Is that true?"
She laughed self-confidence, smiling is not Zhang Yang.
She is walking alone in this land of coming up to the Youwang. Until it met him.
They began to hand, but also holding the dream of holding power.
"There are many people, but also once. But only for some time. Zhenru us less than the giant panda." He is proud of her.
"How many people have had a strong desire to set himself into the story, locking himself a romantic, ultimately, can only be disappointed."
He was thinking, she thought, I also would like to.
Finally, respectively, out of Bomi, Meet the future "possession of Jiangnan."
OK before, to her, and he wrote:
"When I saw your text, think of the words:" in-depth and shallow out. "Only through a lot, can so calmly tells. Only genuinely moved, would like to brave.
On the way, met you, you pull all the way to see the hand.
The hard way, if there is a hands to pull, I became beautiful.
Bless you, hold hands take a good way.
You and thank you, what do not ask me. "
Forward.
Just as she was a hands pull, turn all the way for the wave of dangerous waves sweet heart!
Her and him,
If you've been to Lugu Lake, you know.
If you go to Bomi, you know.
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He has tried to take her to settle down the lake.
Lugu Lake, but no longer the beauty of past lives.
I am reminded of Lennart Meri, and was afraid. At one time, it was suggested that, to snow-capped mountains under the Kaoquan Yang, jump Guozhuang.
I say "can not do!"
He froze for a long time, only saying, "You should be perfect."
I said, "It's not me, it's Merrill."
In this way, from Merrill, swing to the Bomi - wave of honey.
Author: westowhere
