Shangri-La, I just let the body gently passing. Passing only.
One night, one day. 22 hours.
As the road, the bridge is ongoing on the bus more than an hour's bumpy, but fortunately I no longer stomach the extra savings to torment my emotions.
Then train again in the mountain surrounded by mountains creep more than an hour.
When the bus onto the broad road on the outskirts of Zhongdian, the one repeated the sun broke through the clouds to cast sidelong the meadow on the side of the road, dotted with cattle and sheep scattered. A piece of bright-yellow flowers of rape in front of flashing. Warm.
When approaching a station for nearly 7 points, but the sky remained clear plateau.
Shop near the train station to resolve dinner encountered that the inn in Lijiang and I talk about Chinese culture, the French long-haired men.
Wolia called two vegetable egg powder drink and chat. He just bought a sub-roasted potatoes, generously gave me half.
After eating, he patted my shoulder generously let me checkout.
Respectively, Shi You left me a generous smile.
As 1:00 careless foot Zhongdian Tiger Leaping Gorge when you forgot to bring the zz from sina, only to find a haste looks pretty good hotel.
At the hotel in connection with a pair of elderly couple, they and the other few people pack a car the next day to an all Lake, Bita Lake. I agree the price of 10 yuan take their ride to the lake is all. Then themselves Songzanlinsi.
Arrangements End the next day's journey. I decided to go walk around, look at this plateau town.
As night fell, Yuemingxingxi.
I wander aimlessly in the streets of Zhongdian. Grilled chicken smell of yak street blow against our faces. Cang Shi row of stalls selling all the way open.
Passing through a number of bars and cafes, but there is no impulse to go into them. But stopped at a Xinhua Bookstore, listening to the capacity of the plateau in A Doll's songs, turned over the Shangri-La album. He indulged in a mood.
Out of the bookstore, and then in a small shop, one of the Cangshi floated here, for friends and friends of friends choosing a gift.
A strange city, no one knows who I am. I like touch of Phantom of the Opera, floating in the blurred lighting.
Plateau night, reveals a Yigu coolness.
Back to the hotel, the parents are called and a warm voice made me feel kind of been worried about the well-being.
Each time travel, this being accompanied on the long side, until the return of each.
A trace of fatigue swept mind.
In the hotbed of gratitude that I fall asleep.
Wake up when the sunshine was a mess.
I rushed to the local collection, in addition to elderly couples, along with accompanied by a pair of middle-aged couple and a bespectacled young man.
On the bus we made a simple self-introduction, and then all the way laughter.
Straight out of the car driving outside the city. And then continue to flash a piece out the window meadow, a Road ridge, clumps wildflowers, an inter-houses, rows of grass drying rack.
Lake is not far away from all the way to unrestrained roadside wildflowers so that we capture the desire last straw.
Vehicle stops, people started profligate film, and put one by one, and wild flowers to love each other to rush disabilities.
A child-like smile and let everyone forget his age.
Lake is both a fine plateau lakes.
Season may be wrong, when I saw her the moment did not make me feel excited.
Was said in the fall, around the lake have changed around the golden birch Man Shan, the case of both lakes is the most fascinating.
But this does not affect my play's mood. Do not dress against the background of the lake even more Qingwan.
To leave the noisy crowd, walking alone on the lake. Blossoming white clouds in the lake bloom, clumps wildflowers bloom in the feet. The distance is a trickle of livestock sheds, leisurely grazing cattle and sheep, layer upon layer upon layer of mountains.
I lay basking in the plateau lake sun, nice and warm slowly infiltrating the flavor of the entire body cavity. Shear wind shear across the chest, with the fragrance of flowers, hidden lake in times past. I stretch every inch of the skin without a trace impurities left to the mere desire to overspill of four, until the import lake, Dangqi a Road ripples.
Time goes by so slowly, calmly putting them from a dust.
When I look back, 20 contained in the Spring and Autumn is such a hurry, once the years and stories have been overtaken by not tidy up the debris, such as fleeting clouds.
In such a quiet slice of life, I feel a touch of Buxie He's fatigue.
Perhaps in a given year fall, I will come back here once again lying on the lake.
Out of all lake is the door, I have been unable to find back to the county seat of Shun car, had a friend to Bita luck.
I think my luck is bad, Bita Lake is only one entry by others on the package of the Jeep.
So I went side of the road to wait. Intersection there is a Mani Dui, I hope it will bring me luck.
Maybe I am not a girl, maybe I look handsome enough, maybe I was not graceful elegant gesture of beckoning.
One and a half hour later, I still stand by the roadside kept looking forward.
In fact, is not without its opportunities. There was a bus in my yak as a group of roadside camera when driving into the distance by. When I look back, only leaving the back of a travel-stained. Yak still in the leisurely chewing the grass, but I was a look of frustration.
Two hours later, I returned to the retro Jeep for help. Happens to the owner as an on-line was good drivers. We chatted for a while, he let his cousin drive came from the county to send me to Songzanlinsi. I have no choice for a return to luxury.
Re-parking, I stood in the "Little Potala Palace," said Songzanlinsi door.
Since there is this another name for the show still has a certain momentum of Songzanlinsi. A town the size of the buildings started to shop in the hills, the magnificent but not overbearing. Red, yellow, and white walls of the building structure and the Tibetan harmonic ran with.
Songzanlinsi in the possession of the country around the 11th Year of the Ram soil Yin Jiong (AD 1679) to build, in the Yin Iron Rooster (1681 AD) completed. Ciming pro-Dalai Lama "Karma Dansson Tsan Lin," is the largest in Yunnan Tibetan Buddhist monasteries. In the history, culture and religious beliefs precipitation, the Songzanlinsi less a sub-temple of the artificial coast, Duoliaoyifen amiable.
Climbed the high steps, gilt bronze roof tiles sparkling shine, a huge streamer creaked in the wind kick into gear.
For the Buddhist, I do not believe in, but it has been in awe. The spirit of the long-lasting and extremely light penetration.
Was about to enter the main hall, happened to catch a group of young zaba school hours have not yet had time raised his camera, Napian red robes in a stir after it disappeared.
No matter where the pace of class is always so light and strong and vigorous.
The front seat main hall of the bronze statue dedicated to the Dalai Lama V, and subsequently ordered the remains of the famous monk Lama. Apse for people Tsongkhapa, Maitreya Buddha, the Dalai Lama VII statue, more than thirty feet high, through the upper. Light lost sight of the dark face of the statue unclear, but it gives us a solemn atmosphere.
Zhigazhiga set foot on a wooden staircase to the top floor looking straight down, monasteries, the two flaps in the breeze rape yellow wings. Distant grassland, the "Songzanlinsi" Several characters Founder Wei Rin.
To look on the rise of the plateau of the sky is so blue and moving. Wipe it away, forget.
Before leaving, I walked the main hall of the Mani Dui tall side for each one I love and who love me to stay blessing.
In the temple door, I sit back to the county seat of the CMB. Shaky, I have farther and farther away from the Shangri-La.
Back to the town station, bought a 4:30 back to Lijiang, the ticket, it was found since yesterday Nawan powder had never eaten anything, hungry.
From the station side of the snack shop and bought three boiled eggs, once again hurry off.
Shangri-La, I am just a passer. But I know that they would pass by here more than once. In order to holy Lennart Meri, the dream of Tibet, I will come back. Certain.
This time, I just let himself gently passing. Passing only.
When I return to Lijiang was wet when the lights dim, a surge of warmth to the slowly dripping.
Author: joejoezcx
