Namtso songs
In September, as a lonely, autumn afternoon. Have just been to the snow, the sun did not You Banfen warmth. Climbed over snow-mottled Nyainqentanglha Yamaguchi, in between the snow-capped mountains and the clouds, I saw one of the Namtso.
The days of the legendary lake in Tibet, one of the three major gods lake. At the moment is far away, faint the line. Reincarnation in general mystery, dreams are like ice blue.
What heart has been heavy all of a sudden hit a moment, an instant stunning. The so-called Iraqi people, in the water side of Appreciation; it is when I look back, that people in the lights Bend surprise; it is love at first sight, Hun Meng Yi's obsession phase; it is looking for, impetuous behind tranquility and convert.
Weakly love and joy.
Car slowly down the mountain to the Lake the famous Tashi peninsula away. That road, I do not know is the path to the lake, or access to the sky?
Clouds hovering in the four weeks. If too thick cloud between heaven and earth apart, no other; soft too, such as cotton, such as snow, such as Valentine's gentle hand; the most bizarre is her low. It is as if asking for, you can seize the clouds, the Conference for the clothes; if a lift knee, you can set foot on the clouds, go to the heavens.
Clouds changes unprovoked. Mountains, grasslands, sheep, wolves, dogs ... ... of various shapes, vivid. All the creatures on earth are there clouds, as if it is another world.
Yunxia colorful. Blue, red, golden, shining on the lake was spectacular. Lake suddenly deep as the sea, suddenly clear and translucent. Changes with colorful colors.
The sky and lake connected into one. Hard to tell which is the day, which is a cloud, which is the lake. Not tell the sky fell on the lake mistakenly human, or human error flow in the sky of the lake.
I understand why the Tibetan people will Namtso respect for the "Heaven Lake."
That suffocating America and tells the people flurried trance indistinct, I wonder if heaven and earth.
In the Lake of the Naxi Peninsula Hotel stay there, I could not wait to go to the lake away.
At this point, the sun sets. The cold biting breeze. A dog asleep in the lake shore idly. Choi Ha sky, light and shade circulation, the metamorphosis of the most beautiful Namtso their majestic beauty.
Surrounded by snow-capped mountains across the lake. The tallest one of the most beautiful one, that is, the main peak Nyainqentanglha Mountains. And Namtso mountains and rivers, spend the day and night.
I believe that Nyainqentanglha between the peak and Namtso, there must be what the story moving, in the sun and the moon reincarnation, earthshaking changes in quietly spread.
Middle of the night. Crescent like a hook, across the dark blue of the vault of heaven. Stars like the sea, clear and bright, it seems boundless. Comes as a surprise re-sigh, a long time refused to entered the house.
This night so the stars. Breathe in the sky, and a great distance to listen to the voice of the lake, especially sweet sleep.
Morning woke up, Nyainqentanglha peaks towering towers in the lake, shining golden light. Grass Lake has also been dyed a brilliant golden glow.
We climbed to the Tashi peninsula, scenic mountains. Streamer from the two small hills between the thin air and before, crows and dogs playing in the grass slope, and a battle of wits on; boulder with Baita, stands quietly in the lake.
Namtso panoramic views. At the foot of the mountain, only see a corner of the lake; the moment, only to find cutting-edge standing on the peninsula, surrounded on three sides by water, water for the distant horizon stretching go through. Sunny warm blue water, such as washing, shining light sparkling off. The spectacular sea and the earth has a calm serenity.
Pretty much the same unusual way. Thus, from the mountains on the back slope, there is no road from a slowly climb down the rocks, to a quiet harbor no.
Look in the mountains, the lake is bottomless blue, such as an immaculate sapphire. Approached the harbor, they become a fresh aquamarine, it seems, without a carved jade. To the lake, the lake do not do so colors are not in a completely transparent, just like crystal clear white crystal.
From a distance, the lake is calm and leisurely, stationary; close look, but it is the waves of emotion and does not stand still.
I left my fellow friend, a man came to the shore rocks, quietly sat down.
Waves, the waters and waves, one after another, breaking on the rocks. Flying Flowers Sui Yu, splashes pearl-like spray. Watermark fine as silk, dense, such as scales, yin and yang changes, ups and downs. Rippling water waves, has a musical rhythm. Acoustic suddenly overlook the sound crisp and deep, endless.
Shut our eyes to heaven and earth quiet. I like the universe, with only one person. Only himself and lingering sound of water constantly.
Alone is not lonely. Susceptible but not sad. Mind a clear and bright. Calm, tranquility, harmony. Forget all the thought of everything.
A long time, side opened his eyes. Lake Xian Chen did not dye, had never dreamed of absolute purity. Is almost transparent. A bird quietly stopped at the shore, green, bright red and yellow feathers; a heron gulls floating on the water, with the waves drift along, at ease and relaxed.
Light cloud shadow in the day, that shore waves, the sparkling water waves that between, it seems there is a truth of nature exists. Intangible but is capable of sensing.
Looking at such a clear, mysterious, and beautiful lake, and even disrespectful to the gods and my arrogance of the believers, but also could not help but want to pay homage to.
I suddenly had a strong impulse. You want to jump off his clothes, with wholeheartedly to embrace and feel the holy water.
This is pure perfection like the holy water, nourishing all the desolate earth. Her soul is willing to clean the dust, soothe the soul's wounds. Like when she was in despair and give hope and confidence; in a fragile time, the church we keep the forthright, brave and strong gift.
Of course, I failed to realize the aspirations of the holy lake bathing. Just Tuo Lexie, soak your feet in the water, feeling a hint of the cool Speranskia tuberculata. Could not help but drank a few mouthfuls of water. Although a saltwater lake, but did not imagine the salty, slightly sweet but the. Cecil Bing Ling, penetrate the depths of the blood.
I even could not stay for long in the lake. Thought can be so quiet sit a day, but unfortunately companion cried out, urged me to hurry.
We rented a car, Betrader back to Lhasa before dark. Zhenzhen in rivers and lakes, beyond our control.
Car opened. Yung Muneji A singing, lake-like gentle mildly, in the carriage Dihuai.
Loving back, finally look at one, I am destined to see that this were not allowed to accompany the days of Lake Namtso.
As You Lan lake, deep as the sea.
Took a breath, shut our eyes. Tell yourself, I will certainly return.
Xu a small wish, hope that one day with a loved one to turn the same lake.
If not fulfill our wishes, I will also own the road, around the lake a week, quietly walk. Humble with my tiny body, measuring Namtso's sublime graciousness; tell me nostalgic worship, and the past lives of the outstanding of the edge.
Afrikaner
October 1, 2004, in Chongqing
Author: hongtang97
