Our journey from Lijiang proceed to Shangri-La. When it starts, tour guides asked us what it was like Shangri-La in mind, I quietly think, in my mind Shangri-La is an endless expanse of prairie, blue sky, white clouds hung, in that there is no sadness, no arguments ... .... I would like to start to find my Shangri-La.
Circling the mountain along the bend, after the birthplace of the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River First Beach. In this short break, overlooking the Yangtze River, reminiscent of Li Yi's "Bo Suanzai": "I live in the Yangtze River head, You live at the end of the Yangtze River; day thinking Do not you see Jun, sip water from the Yangtze. When will the water break when it has been Cihen. are offering your thoughts were like my heart, will live Acacia Italy. "This extension of the mother river bend in the end gave birth to the number of separated every day thinking you noticed that Jun's lovers; the number of people like me searching for Shangri-La of their own people.
Truck continued to move forward with the road more and more curved, more and more steep. Search for Shangri-La Road, fraught with danger, not a smooth road. I think when I went through this journey to find my Shangri-La, after will learn to treasure and understand, to learn a lot ... ...
Unconsciously cars and motorcycles to the famous Tiger Leaping Gorge. Out of the car walked along the stone steps of the deep canyon, where have been circulating a beautiful story, whether you believe it or not, as long as用心去感受can feel that the essence. I close my eyes, water splashes of water impact on stone shower in the face, that the external water, such as the sound of, I suddenly felt very comfortable, good-itself. This is what I always wanted to feel, I know that my Shangri-La will be far away from me. The new start, and look back to the steep cliff, worry about disappearing water flow, can not help but marvel of nature wonderful start, and she gives people the courage to survive, has given me the strength to find Shangri-La.
By There are more than two hours by car, I close my eyes a break. I dreamed of their own white clouds in the blue sky, the vast grasslands of spurring Mercedes-Benz, a faint breeze blowing. That is how much freedom, unrestrained, that is, I would like to Shangri-La.
Vehicles finally have stopped, we went to the Napa grassland. I can not wait underground the car and onto the grassland. Boundless prairie, freedom of the horse, yak, Yang Er, there are several herding families. I jumped into a horse, from the grazing of Tibetans holding, and slowly advance to the prairie. The sky is so blue, cloud is so much white, and sometimes accompanied by herdsmen in Congfeng singing. I think I have no chance of a lifetime to live in the grasslands, but for me this way, people from different environments are more likely to understand everything here, but also need to treasure here in one days, this vast expanse of prairie, which their own freedom, Shangri-La.
Every one has their own Shangri-La, I was lucky, after a long bumpy journey, I finally found my Shangri-La, though not everyone has the opportunity or be able to find your own Shangri-La, but when you experience over this time journey, you learn will be cherished, understanding and heart to experience all around, perhaps Shangri-La on your side ... ...
2004.05.31
Postscript: In this mood travels, I have borrowed to replace his own Shangri-La's pursuit of a dream, freedom is priceless, I have been free to pursue life.
Author: Winnie_Peng
