(A) had a car to get towns and wing derong a car to go benzilan. In the Jinsha River side, walked Nazuo bridge, on into the Yunnan Province.
Only a Jinsha River, separated from the both sides of the mountains. Mountains and the mountains are so different. Solemn, Sichuan, Yunnan and vivid.
In early spring, the Green Man Shan, cloud fog wrapped around, there is not full of rhododendrons.
I went to go to Merrill's about.
Benzilan:
A small bridge with a skew of railings. Had sat on it, basking in the warm sun in winter, chewing apples, a happy giggle. Today, it alone askew there, leaning against his own shadow.
Deqin:
Once the darkness, Man Shan little bit of a collector of the light winds, stretching, until, and then stars in the sky together.
Today, the town in the rain reveals a delicate and elegant. Compared to the way of those who walked the town, it is more plentiful.
Quiet paths, very steep Xiao-Po son, who walk through the starlight passing through the most beautiful night.
Today, the left one, two, three, four. 4 back and forth.
Flying Temple:
Home.
Uncle said: "The drive was clever ah, tomorrow is the day the sheep." Year of the Goat and sheep day! At one time, to drive too clever to catch up with the most beautiful day of the year.
Aunt let me drink wine butter. Highland barley wine-ri-tim of the butter, add the eggs, warm, drink a go henselae hot. At one time, butter pearl rice, mushroom soup, are supreme delicacy.
Or group of children, each one faces, are familiar with. The boys is still a little man, the girls have grown up, their hair long up, and Shu Qi has pigtail, one by one to become more delicate and pretty.
They prepare for the 61 Children's Day performances. The way they dance into a blossoming beauty of spirit, it is the poor hate the machine in their hands.
When I give them those picture books as Children's Day gift, to see if they flutter up into a ball kneeling, sitting, standing, energetically and read, the inner damp. This joy of reading, they have their own how long?
Or that beautiful teacher. Q: how many of them will be able to come to the foot of the mountains, river's edge to read the small? How many people can flip over the mountains and went into junior high school? Here again, there do? Be able to have all these? Their parents feel that Meri, is their real home, they need is to be able to settle accounts with literacy and visitors speak Mandarin.
I have no need to ask.
Always some!
Moreover, they have their own happiness! Mountain also books ah! That purity and beauty of life and our books, and has little to do.
Aunt Iemata repair a new inn. Twisted open-water faucet is hot water.
Tenements, old houses, old bed, still waiting for me.
Carved out of the window, that is, Merrill. Once, late at night, the gentle moonlight blue of Merrill. The kind of happiness, unable to say.
Still, quiet, Jing De is only the voice of their own minds. Jing De only Merrill's existence.
At this point, you can arm who do not have to depend on who mind do not have to hold.
Snow seems to have been given the fullness of the heart, can be strong alone.
We had no faith, no gods, but no way to Tibetan Buddhism, but Merrill,
This Kamiyama, without regard to these. She is the conversion of heart.
Therefore, the town hung a huge banner:
Meili Snow Mountain - the pilgrimage to the human soul.
Meri May's once again in full bloom.
Quietly waiting for her, every morning, every evening.
When Merrill once again in full bloom in front of me, I am surprised and flattered.
Is it, this is my past life flowering place?
Lennart Meri, please let me to go to Xinlingzhiyue.
(B) Mt flying Temple - White by turning the tower - flying Temple - Temple, a long-wing Pakistan - West when - Reshui Tang - Yu-Beng - West when - Ming Yong - Prince Edward Temple - Lotus Temple - (car) - take the total number of flying Temple Lane? On the several kilometers? Down a few kilometers?
In my memory, the number is always the fastest to be forgotten.
I only know that every day in walking, Bop. , On the last, kept on the ground. The next, the next, the next and kept underground.
Tired? Tired! Most tiring time, will depend on the foot. Step by step practical, and do not panic. Know that someone is walking in front of the back are people in the walk, step by step, we can go.
Difficult to learn? 70-year-old grandmother with a cane step by step along. Father carrying a four-month baby were also along. There are those who can vehicle, car, horse to horse is.
So, is hard, is a heart, rather than the foot.
Have a friend who wrote complaining about the monotony and exhaustion every day. I reply to him:
"In a familiar place to repeat each and every day of crafts will certainly be uncomfortable when alone. In fact, making progress every day.
For example turn mountain climbing every day. That on the endless slope, under the endless road, endless streams of sweat, tread endless sand, is it not a duplicate? But I have goals ah. Has completed this big mountain, I can reach the village. This is a steep climb the peak, I can shower God waterfall. I have faith ah. Hill End turn this circle, I would have to be sheltered Kamiyama, I would have to find their own happiness. I have colleagues who ah, every day, every way, will get a warm smile, will be given selfless help solve the problem. To thank those who bowl after bowl of buttered tea ah, without them, how can I walk this block the mountains.
Also has a long journey alone, and tired feet, but every day know that this is the road traces of the past, it is every single day pilgrims walk the road, tired of the time, as long looked at the foot, step by step was steadily and surely, hearts do not panic. Distance, is one such step by step, accumulated. "A short step, without which thousands of miles." At the moment, so a word suddenly emerge.
"No matter how tired and just looked at the foot away.
"My clothes are sweat again and again dry and wet air-dried again and again, carrying heavy packages though, just could not bear down, otherwise, back a blow cold and trembled. Even one down, next to the young girl cried out: all wet. That yes jacket. However, had been unaware.
Feel tired真爽.
Mt return, do not wash coat, above a layer of shining white of the salt. Aunt looked at, thought it was gray, to help me shoot. I said, No, it is the outcome of Mt. "
Author: westowhere
