I have a person come in the night, numerous away.
Walking at night in the wilderness, silent sky overhead, Jiaopang quietly flowing water, this is still a mysterious and exciting.
Such moments I always feel closer to our origins. Feel with the animals and plants its beak, there is a dim memory from prehistoric times feeling. At that time before he could build houses to build cities, homeless human beings can be roaming around the forest, rivers and mountains, wolves and eagles, or similar, such as love, friends, or hate it like a mortal enemy.
Night to make the kind of emotions normally become indifferent to them; when the lights go out, Wanlaijuji when I awake it is also people who do not sleep there a sense of loneliness and felt himself out of society and nothing to fall back on.
At this moment, I always felt destined to be overwhelmed by loneliness, to lead a lonely life, with one person alone to endure the pain, fear and death, such a mundane world of the most horrible feeling it will always linger in my heart.
This gives my soul cast a shadow, is a warning, if it is frail people will feel frightened.
Every time hurry in the darkness, are a matter of last resort, always want to appear as soon as possible to see distant villages or the Inn of the lights.
However, this difference is that me and a girl I like to go together (That afternoon, I was blossoming family's bar to know her).
We have just gone through a whole day journey on foot ring the lake, although the horizon you can see the lights of the village of destination Luohe, but I still hope this is not the end of the road, it is so be nice to always go on. . . . .
1, the morning of Lugu Lake
The distance in front of the lake valley surface
Bottom soft, colorful
Railings around the lake of light, sparkling
An endless expanse of water, such as crystal-clear.
Spruce branches pale straight inter -
Cham red thick pine branches are inter -
Green Cedar, uphold the lifeless sag
Residues with yellow leaves of poplar
Shun the sun down the mountain
Overlooking the steep valley
Sunny village brilliant everywhere
Villages, forests, grasslands are woven into paintings
Colors in thousands of fields, spread 4
Zhengyan Doo Korea, and attracted close to
Crystal of the valley are like a lotus land
Flashing light, in the magic of the stage and the background
Like a poet or painter, toy
Fun dance lighting Xiang Xie
This is the picture painted by dream
In this way they try to portray with their own just to prove the existence of
Gazes out at the scenery, I said to myself
From now on we must ignore all of the sadness
Because the world is still beautiful .......
Two, the Lugu Lake in the afternoon on foot
In the past staggered silhouette
Wind and sun all the way
That journey Lawton,
Despite the scorching hot sun
Around this beautiful world
Continues to attract me
I'm here again crooning
Song of the Past
Remembrance of countless wandering journey
Across the sky, white clouds in the mobile,
Across the fields, Feng ER is blowing,
Across the wilderness, wandering the
Lost my mother's children.
The Zhongjie flying above the leaves,
The birds singing in the trees above --
Somewhere over the hill where
Must have my distant hometown .......
3, Lugu Lake at dusk
Sunset Xi Zhao, Shan Ying plagioclase
Through the poplar trees, saw
That crowded together in rows quiet farmhouse Mosuo
Mountain stretches, in the streams, the trails
Close as brothers
Ancient Cantabile
Everyone can be easily understood, musical
Mosuo people's walls, paint, slant
Although the raw cold but her side
Although the run-down but happy
Graceful, gentle, deep ground
Will push back the day of the summer heat
Up to when the road
Not into the darkness
Dusk, I walk in the dust billowing her small mountain village on the road
Sunset West Ramp, tetrahedrite night arrival
Golden light spilled
Thoroughly dyed her quietly Fashao
In the deep twilight
I suddenly see,
She also uphold the blooming flowery. . . . .
4, night walking Lugu Lake
Reed can hear the nocturnal flying over
Drum with heavy wings,
Cold, moist wind on the lake speeding,
In the pale starlight pop-up Pieces.
The Moso village from a distance, spreading waves of folk songs.
Since the era of the past as if
The Legend of rains some desolate dreams
Also like a sigh that blame is always painful;
Heard at night, it is indeed sad!
Lugu Lake for those stars is an amazing place
They suddenly came out from the darkness,
Suddenly appeared from the depths of Cloud sewing,
In the air are many and bright to shine.
Their glory was to illuminate my heart
Light,
She and I walk in the dark, dark woods
Together to make my dream of a shadow began to cool.
In our heads, blue sky Lang Lang,
Filled with pure silver starlight.
However, in my chest,
Was clearly hiding another kind of sadness. . . . . . . .
5, close to the girl
I once knew a lot of women,
I have also had a number of unrequited love,
Hurt many people's hearts --
Today in the Lugu Lake side, who only know a few days ago a strange woman,
She has walked with me all day mountain
I think this time,
She certainly is already very tired,
However, her tone is still so full of innocence, full of joy.
Through the night, I saw her eyes bright smile Yingying,
The cold, her breath sweet mouth, like a child the same as
At this moment, I hope that she will use skilled artist to fondle
Gone with the Wind on my forehead on the fluffy roots.
At this moment, I hope that I can use thirsty lips to kiss
Starlight, her smooth forehead Run Park.
I also hope that she can understand my mystery of a general nature,
She could see my dark heart.
However, at the moment her face was like a fairy tale like.
I know she called a few days ago what
However, at this point I do hope that
She was always into my dream,
As Mosuo people singing folk songs in the way --
There, in colorful,
Send songs, full of magic between the snow-capped mountains and grassland
Has her Xiangchao, where she will never die,
Her Yoshina
As I call her lover's name,
Of her youth, in my heart love poems,
Will always continue, emitting a fragrance of emotion.
In the Lugu Lake side, there are stars in the night,
I passed her around
Once again, the magic of all the beautiful,
Of youth and pay tribute to all the lovely charm.
I know that all the flowers in the future among
She will be my favorite
I know that in my secret poetry
Dream garden
I want today's gave me a lot of Hau, she was
With a smile, thanks to the inclusion among the immortals.
Although, tomorrow she will fade away from me.
However, I know,
Since then she will often appear in my dream. . . . . . .
Author: billccc
