Dream, once again back to that place called Shangri-La - I deeply love that place.
Simple secure room, wood flooring mottled paint off an old-fashioned wooden desk, old chairs, the bed without any decoration, all the old old, simple, but very clean. Open the wood-framed windows, the entire town is bathed in the sunset twilight, as if a warm oil paintings. Heart, was also illuminate the warm.
I stepped out of the house on will get pops Tap the sound of wood flooring; walked down the stairs, step on a small asphalt road, can not wait to put in the embrace of Zhongdian.
Passers-by were shocked: "For you a person?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"No why. Only for the soul of the exile, and Merrill's desire."
Yes, I have long dried tears, this autumn's own walk in order to pursue the dream of Shangri-La, was meant to Kamiyama pilgrimage. Although I have not sure we can find, but, I must come, with vision, with doubts, with desire, approached the Shangri-La.
Planning neat town of Zhongdian, roads, clean and spacious, warm sun Let me first give rise to goodwill of Zhongdian, in the long days, such as the trickle-like flows in mind, such as rain, clouds linger . Bottom of my heart, an inexplicable moved entrenched dispersed, it is already in silence as their second home.
However, not everyone has the courage to give up real life, everything goes back in the Shangri-La;
Not everyone, are willing to completely abandon the existing beliefs, to seek the ideal of spiritual home.
At least, I do not really know if I could.
Huo Tangbian youth hostel sat, chewing yak meat, beans, and chat with the boss bends.
"I have to adapt to the plateau of the Rulvpingdi."
"Still need to be more careful, I'll still not effect the past few years."
Does the altitude sickness really like Ning Li?
I see it, but rather the plateau was a unique blue sky, not the same as sunshine, faint and mysterious atmosphere, and then as a dream-like evening and night.
Zhongdian evening, there is a beautiful sunset, Yinghong most of the sky;
Zhongdian evening, there are roadside shadow dim, in the street lights shine under the whirling;
Evening Zhongdian, wide road, quiet lanes, pedestrian rare, unique to some quiet, give me reveries space.
See each evening Zhongdian, I think of Mount Fuji was in a small town on the lake, the same clean, fresh Shuang-ching. Also in the evening, I walk alone in a small town, listening to the insects for frogs. Different regions, but similar scenarios. Only that time, I was riding a rented bicycle, rather than walking.
Only a few minutes the night arrived. Worldly noise, are swallowed up by the boundless night; are also deep in the bar in the Naoteng, silhouette, Dengying projecting out through the window, only to the vast quiet Naoteng drowned.
Marquee hanging over the dark lifeless to the earth; wind Ice cool to stroking the cheek; around everything became hazy; familiar with Pegasus silently staring at me, I enjoy the exclusive use nice, but there are Star accompany him, and no loneliness.
Dust complex matter, at that moment away from away. My heart, waves a warm current, I really found the soul of the Shangri-La Mody?
Perhaps all of this, only a transient, illusory, but I would like to wholeheartedly immersed in this fantasy in a few days!
Author: irwangrf1
