Memories are like distant valley where the bell from the prime years came to me: my first trip to Tibet, excited, how can I revel in strong adsorption of air blue Lake night Shiyou how the ear to listen to the pale snow-capped mountains side of the remote home noiselessly! In the holy Potala Palace, before the first prayer! For the first time, as in a dream watching as brown foam thrown up behind the rock scene of the Brahmaputra!
Circuitous aimlessly, stopping for a rest under the sun, unfettered tramp life. I am living through a backpack and wearing tattered socks is a special penchant for bear. . . . . .
The sun shines into my heart, the
Wind ah, blow away my sadness and sorrow!
In addition to embark on the journey into the distant,
I do not know what this world more happy.
----- Rangers Song
A homesick
From the White Mang Snow Mountain to the me the cold wind blowing in a while there the blue sky overlooking the others following some of the land. In those under the sky, I would often feel happy, it will often Huaizhuo homesickness. I have such a perfect, no worried about the homeless, which should not have any nostalgia. But I know nostalgia, I am not perfect, and I do not strive to become perfect. I would like a taste of my joy in general, to enjoy my homesickness.
I run uphill walk this unit when facing the wind, exudes yond and distance, boundaries and language boundaries, the mountains and west of the Yi Xiang. The wind, full of the promise. Good-bye, his home city! I like the young mother said goodbye to you and farewell Side: I know, this is my farewell to his mother away, I also know that I will never completely leave her, no matter whether if I want to do.
2, leading to the west of the pass
To pass the height, I foothold. Down the road towards the west, flow to the east; Before my eyes the most beautiful scenery. Pale yellow flower-filled meadows of the mountains from all directions to stretch away, and heights of the peaks and glaciers purity and happiness. Lake has become the blue, warm and illuminates a red sun and clouds. Here height, next to, and hand in hand, everything that had found their own road access to two worlds.
At that time, I do not know the other side of the mountains, lakes, streams all call what name, I know nothing about. However, I saw the red under the Pinghu like a mirror, green lake intertwined with Cecil silver, ring holding layer upon layer of mountains and lakes, high-distant snow-capped mountain sutural is concave mouth and a small waterfall, foot of the mountain is tilted, sparse grasslands, interspersed with fruit trees, huts and gray black yak in Tibet. My mind is so empty, so quiet, there are expected, so, lakes and mountains of the wizard of them on the magnificent deeds of courage to write in my soul.
Gently touch my shoes had a small pile snow, a subtitle of snow down to the east, the flow of the sea. However, all the world's water is back to a reunion, integration into the damp cloud. This ancient, beautiful analogy makes me feel the sanctity of this moment. Roads are leading us every Rangers home.
A cold wind blowing in the brave trail. Trees and shrubs to remain at the bottom here, only the stones and moss growth. No one came here looking for something, no one here have a career. However, the distance the call of fondly in the burning, fondly in the rocks, mud and snow on top of this building into a pleasant path leading to some other valleys, other houses, other languages and the crowd.
My eyes also have the option if it tries fifty paces, in front of me started in the west only. The west up the valley from the light blue so mysterious exhaled breath of ah! My heart is beating just how eagerly greet it ah! Pairs of lakes and snow-capped mountains hunches, grass and milk tea fragrance, to the mountain rains, as well as about love and the ancient and sacred legends.
Intoxicated feeling no longer exists, and to my wholehearted love for the beautiful display of happiness from afar and my kind of desire, but also cease to exist. My mind is no longer a spring. But in the summer. Strangers to pay tribute to my standing height, then heard another voice is a kind of taste. It is the echo in my chest is more none of that happened. I do not have thrown their hats the air. I did not sing.
But I smiled, not just their mouths. I use the soul, with eyes, skin, smile with the whole body, I use different from the former senses, to welcome it sent to the hill prairie fragrance, they are more delicate than ever, more quiet, more sensitive, more sophisticated, and more with gratitude. Today, all this more and more for me than all the past, with whom I spoke the language is more abundant, a hundredfold increase in the extent of the fine. I like to think fondly drunk to depict those who are no longer imagine the bright hazy distant dream, my eyes really be satisfied with watching things, because it has learned to watch. Since then, the world has become more beautiful.
The world has become more beautiful. I am alone, and not because of loneliness and distress. I have no other desire. I am prepared to let me cook the sun plateau. I look forward to maturity. I am prepared to die, and ready to regeneration.
3, those exposed rock
Travel on the plateau can be seen everywhere are exposed to those big chunks of rock. They are located in the peak, in the mountain ridges, on slopes, in the wilderness, in the floodplain. I know very few people to pay attention to them, but I know who in their time left scars. They talked about the year's scenario: the earth cracking, bending, at the time of forming the groans of pain, Yanfeng and ridges from its pool of torture inside the body processes. Rock Hill roared, roar of the extrusion, the peaks arched, there is no destination, rose higher, until broken up; Shuangfengshan desperate life and death to compete for space, finally, a win, and unexpected pass away, it's brother knocking one side, falling to one pieces. Since then has been broken peaks, was crowding out the fragmentation of the rock, they always remain in the mountains where the mud everywhere. Every period of melting snow, mountain torrents laden with stones as big as houses Zhixie down them like a shattered glass-like red, or harder than a push, so that they rolled down the mountain, embedded in the soft grass.
They, these rock mountains, is all set to go in terms of speaking. To understand their meaning is not difficult to take a look around just by those steep cliff. They take a rock to break a rock, bending, cracks, each side is covered with a wound dehiscence Road. "We have had terrible experiences," they said, "We are still suffering." But, they said this Shique are proud, seriously and tenacity, evil like battle-hardened veterans of the test.
Yes, it is veterans. I watched them struggle, the struggle with the water, and storm, in the terrible early spring night, when the fierce dry and hot wind in their bald around the roaring, when streams from their rough flanks of the rocks washed down when the . In these one night, their feet firmly stand firm, his face gloomy; hold your breath, tenacity, their heads held high, with round after round of cracks of the cliffs and peaks facing the storm, to concentrate on, stubbornly resist. Each one wound dehiscence, they issued a chilling rumbling roar of anger and terror; right away every four landslides, they all responded with horrifying moans, intermittent, towering rage.
I have also seen in the slope and the rocks were filled with soil cracks are covered with grass, flowers, ferns and moss, the ancient national language given to them bizarre, imaginative names. They are the children and grandchildren of the mountains, their proper place to live, a vigorous, good sound. I touch them, observe them, smell their scent, learning their names.
So, I hope I can, like those cliffs and bare rock on steep slopes, as always, a tough and dour demeanor to face the eternal time and space.
Fourth, the forest trees in the night I sleep in the woods edge. At night when I was listening to rustling in the breeze in the trees, the right fondly stray tear with my heart. If you quietly a long time to listen, to feel nostalgic wandering will show its core and meaning, it is not on the surface to it, is a desire to escape pain. It is the thoughts of home, the mother of a new life metaphor of thoughts. It lead you home. Each of roads are his way home, the birth of each step, every step is death, every grave is a mother.
In the trip, I observed the trees to be more serious and also a deeper feeling. I can see, each tree is immune to form its own unique shape and crown, cast a different shadow. In my opinion, they are both a hermit, but also soldiers, and the mountains are close relatives, because every tree, even As for upright near the higher mountains at the trees, all in order to survive and grow in silence, tenacity land with the wind, climate, and the struggle with rocks. They had the burden of all, you must fasten the roots, stabilize the trunk, and thus the formation of their different forms, leaving their different wounds. Some pine trees, due to the storm's sake, only the long side of the tree. There, the red trunks like a snake winding close to a prominent rock grow, trees and rocks, squeezing each other, to rely on each other. They looked like a fighter like me, and aroused in my mind shyness and awe.
Trees are sacred. Who can talk with them, who can listen to their language, who will have learned the truth. They do not preach doctrine, they pay no attention to set, only to preach the primitive law of life. When they formed tribes and families, the formation of forests and trees of life, I respect them. The time of independence when they are alone, I respect them. As if they are lonely, they are not because of some weaknesses recluse, a hermit, but like the great and Luoluoguage people. The branches of the world in their noisy, and their deep-rooted among the tie in the boundless; alone, in which they will not disappear, but rather the vitality of all of them to pursue a unique: To achieve their own, and resides among them the laws of to enrich their own image, and to express themselves. There is nothing a beautiful, thick trees more sacred, more exemplary of the.
When a tree is cut down and put it naked lethal wounds exposed to the sun, you could be on its tombstone on the stump of a tree in its circular cross-section of light-colored read it complete history. In the ring, and various abnormal on faithfully record all the struggle, all the pain, all the diseases, all of the happiness and prosperity of thin year, the lush years, withstood the attack was quite past the storm. Every peasant boy all know that the hardest and most valuable wood growth rings of the most dense in the mountains, in constant danger under the conditions encountered, will grow the most invulnerable, the most powerful stout and most exemplary of the trunk.
A tree, said: I found a hidden core of a spark, an idea, I am from the life of eternal life. The eternal mother, with me only once, this is a one-time attempt, my shape and my skin on a one-time context, my trees on the tiny leaves of the most moving, most of my trunk tiny scars is a one-off. My duty is to give eternal with significant one-off form, and patterns displayed from the eternal.
Tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I have created from me every year hundreds of thousands of children who know nothing about. In my life for this pass on the kinds of secrets, I no longer worry about something else. I believe that God in my heart. I believe my mission is sacred. Trust me out of this alive.
Unfortunately, the time when we can no longer put up with this life of birth and when the tree together with us: calm! Quiet! Looking at me! Life is not easy, life is tough. This is the child's thinking. Heaven let your heart speak, they will silence. You are afraid, because the way you go you leave the mother and cited his hometown. However, every step, every day, are cited to the mother, you have to re-walked. Home is not here or there. Home in your heart, or that no place is my home.
When we have such a child of their own idea of fear, the night so the trees rustling. Trees have long thoughts, breathing long, deep, and quiet thoughts, just as they have a longer life than we do. As long as we do not listen to them speak, they are smarter than we are. However, if we learn to listen to the trees once the speech, then, is precisely what the idea of short, agile, and the child-like rush, won the unparalleled joy. Who learned to listen to trees, speech, whoever does not want to become a tree. In addition to his own, he has do not want nothing. His own is a home that is happiness.
So I learned to like the observation of trees or rocks like to observe people, and the pine trees as silent as to the respect and love them. As a man should like them, tenacious perseverance, locked brow, stopped walking, the best person to speak at least.
5, the cloud horizon
I try to get close to the clouds, walk among the clouds, looking down from above to observe the cloud of some outliers. For a long period of time, I love and are familiar with clouds, than love and are familiar with any of the human person's destiny. Mountains, lakes, storms, sun, all my friends told me about, give me education. However, my favorite is the cloud, I love clouds than sparkling lakes love, sorrow pine and sunny rock.
Please give me pointed out that in this vast world, better than I know, even people who love the cloud come! Please give me point out that in this world more beautiful than the things that cloud come! They are games and fun, they are the blessing and the natural gift of gifts, they are angry and death divinity.
They are delicate, gentle, peaceful. As the hearts of newborn babies; they beautiful, rich, benevolent, like the good angels; they are dark, relentless, like the messenger of death, who can never expect to escape. They are floating in the air, a thin layer, silver flashes; they are flying, laughing, then trimmed with a white Phnom Penh; they stood open, showing yellow, red, light blue of various colors. They ghastly horror crept to stealth, evil murderers like assassination; they bent eagerly roaring chase, like the knights gallop; they sadly dreaming, hanging in the pale sky, Izsan melancholy recluse. They are showing a well-being of the island shape and blessing posture angels, they are like a threatening hand, unfurling the sails, within walking distance of the crane.
Ah, yun ah, the United States, and Fudong Zhao, and tireless cloud ah! I love them, scrutinize them, I knew that I would like a drifting life as a floating clouds, waves travel everywhere feel strange, floating between time and eternity. They are my lovely girlfriend and sister. I simply can not walk on the plateau, because I saw one of those strange things, the high floating in the blue color of the clouds in the sky, they have to like each other a nod exchanged greetings with each other watching, stay a moment.
They are floating in heaven, and among the poor died. And ordinary people of all longing metaphor of beauty. Who are in heaven, but also of the earth; they are dead dream, in which the dream world of their tainted souls stained immaculate nestling in the arms of God. They are all homeless, the quest, request, nostalgic sign of the eternal. As they are timid, full of desire, the stubbornly hanging in between heaven and earth, the human mind is also timid, full of desire, the stubbornly hanging in between time and eternity.
I also forget who learned from the clouds of all: the shape of clouds, their color, cloud properties, cloud games, round dance, dance, leisure, and their strange story of heaven and earth.
6, standing on top of snow-capped mountains
I boarded the first peaks in Tibet is called ginger Sang Lamu peak in the Peak. I first time saw the breathtaking mountain beauty. Shen He, everywhere the ice and snow, green, glass-like glaciers, ice moraine grotesque, ranks atop all this is that the high yen, its shaped like a bell sky. In the mountains the way, I've been surprised to discover that I had seen in the foot of the mountain was actually such a gigantic cliff cliff slope. Now, I have been totally subdued this moment, and they fear they cheered, suddenly saw the vast penetrate my heart. The world was actually such an ambitious! Yangzhuoyong Lake, far away in the corner and drifted Mist, leaving only a small spot.
A person caught in between the city's tall buildings and roads, but also have always been surrounded by all kinds of complicating matters, and in this narrow compass of life for decades, then, that one day he will never be forgotten In this day, my first grand the first item the vast Tianyu, facing boundless horizons. . . . . .
7, Rangers love
Old Town of Lijiang in the gentle There are many small bars. That afternoon, the sun very good, I boarded an open-air river a shop table, asked for a glass of beer. On that day, it homes in Lijiang restaurant, but are also sitting in another youthful girl with black hair, pink cheeks, bright eyes, although I still have not talked with her few words.
My God! Just watching from a distance what she would have been a enjoyment, how would a tortured in that hour, I could whole-heartedly in love with her! I was back to 18-year-old, suddenly I am so completely linked up. Beautiful and lively girl! I can not remember your name, day in Lijiang, in the sunny side of the river covered with small willows, I have loved you for an hour, I was taken prisoner while you without any hesitation.
But I will not come in the end is a fickle person. Like all talk at home, I love not a woman, but love. We are born homeless is like that. Wandering impulses and vagabond life in general has become of our love and sex. Romantic travel half resides in search of adventure; the other half are based on a subconscious impulse, it can transfer and defuse the want of love between the sexes.
The reason why we have love Rangers, often precisely in order to love its rare. We are good at the original application in women who love to share a game of mind to the mountains ah, a small village ah, Lake ah, Valley ah, the way the children Yeah, the bridge of the beggars, you old willow bark呀birds ah, butterflies, etc. who go呀. We love never separated from the object loved, only take this love of the word itself, as we never stray on the way to find the destination, but rather enjoy the street itself, the enjoyment of the kind of body without a sense of belonging.
That afternoon, a small hotel in Lijiang who radiant girl, I would rather I wonder if you even name the name of who you are from there. I do not want to leave you love, but do not want to see it breeds. You're not the purpose of my love, but its wedge. I love this forwarded to the roadside wildflowers, reflective glass inside and distant mountain peaks. You have made me become a pan-loving people of the world.
That day I was thinking about her all day. Dinner for her, in my little book on painting the scenery for her. Thank God also for her - she was grateful that there are children that Keren, thanks I was fortunate to be able to encounter with her. I would like to, I would like for her to write a song, drink a few glasses of beer.
Ah, multi stupid natter! That night at the inn, I even dreamed of this girl. I am head over heels in love with her. At that time if she is really on my side, I could be for her and presented my whole later life, together with all the happy wandering.
There will probably hit, I would fine the first leg of the West actually missed in the appreciation and spent a beautiful girl. Her lips how the United States!
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Author: billccc
