Qinghai Lake is said that the most beautiful season is over, along the way, one could not endless rape, and even see a station wagon loaded with tourists. The more the car move forward, the more air circulated faint taste of the desolation, until the ticketing hall stood empty and see a glass case has been thick with dust on stage only to find that Hunqianmengying Qinghai Lake is at hand, it was found true the face of it, as the dream of ambiguity and confusion.
Boundless pastures under the sun. Narrow cement road Wanting In the meantime, I do not know where the end of the world's silence in a very luminous in the Emptiness. Only the wind, nobody walk through between heaven and earth. Wind there I gently breathe fresh air Liao lonely, hope gradually dry grassland in the round and round bunches of wild flowers, red, blue, yellow, pink, and purple, white, and in temperate grass between together faint fade, fade in bright brilliant color is like the wave of the notes, in the wind, only wriggle, the vaguely singing.
I suddenly wonder, I wonder if the wind, singing, or the bulk of their boots on the road sound, intertwined with, in the wilderness in the responses, seems to have been followed from. I became firmly turned. Jimuyuantiao, the wilderness or only for myself, there are endless fade the vibrant flowers, there are shallow or deep green or yellow grass boundless side, there is wanton wandering between heaven and earth the wind, there secretly distributed the scented sun. Everything is shrouded in a very bright and Qian Chen did not dyed blue sky.
Can not see the sea east of the west can not see the source of quiet flow, the Millennium years can not see the growth of large rice irrigation, land of sorghum can not see good scenery of Jiangnan lying quietly, the Millennium years guarding the growth of the earth
Songs from the bottom of my heart out, diffuse into the wilderness, floating around in the wind. At this moment, the world all extant life, do not exist between heaven and earth converge into an amber, income me, just me, and the nature of all, amber inserts in the night sky, in the future, all knowing about Cantabile night, I will then it is identified.
Immersion does not know how long to walk, when the Qinghai Lake, when suddenly unfolded before my eyes, a tremendous shock to me right about face from the impact. I am dumbfounded!
This is what I Hunqianmengying Qinghai Lake! This is the Kuangshi waiting for the millions of years of loneliness in the Qinghai Lake!
Horizontal or vertical view is looking at side view, picture have only one, and only an immense expanse and quiet, there is one goal primacaine, with Wei Liang's wind Cleaner Vacant, this simply shocked me, let me could not breathe, can not be thought, let me bit by bit to melt.
Slowly Tears wet my eyes.
Qinghai Lake smile, say you have come. Faint.
Yes, I come. I smile response. Teardrop falling.
Dior few vicissitudes of the cormorant, wings across the screen, toward the deep blue sea seems to have no destination Piaofei away, more distant, becoming smaller and smaller until it disappears. Do not know if they can not fly over the upcoming long cold winter. Bottom of my heart suddenly rises to the long sorrow.
Wind, fine gift to the taste of the silence. To look on a silent sea one, no tears are silent, the heart substantially decreased and a small wooden boat, but still toward the vision not seen before. But in Qinghai lake, Buy & Sell Forum, Liuniansishui does not really exist, have millions of years to melt in her loneliness in the past does not matter does not matter in the future, only quietly reveals her feelings Qingli simple refined, waiting for a no we must wait for results. Come and go are just a touch of calm yo smile.
I do not know after a long, lonely see the sunset. The sea sparkling, flickering. Waves Let me dazzling, several rounds of reminders I homing.
On the return flight, the Ae of view, re-read the Qinghai Lake. No word book written Kuangshi lonely, lonely Kuangshi, I love reading his loneliness. This is my one person's Qinghai Lake is quiet millions of years, I do not love the phrase, to highlight in the crowd do not see in my man. Aircraft Tu Yu air, violently bumpy with. Slowly, I think: If the aircraft so drop down and can not see each other again, he would not have known that a number of wind-like elusive women love him?
Then the ear rings flight attendant's voice. I opened his eyes, already carved fills the inter-burst of tears pour out.
Author: h8089110
