Today, I bought 50 roses, they insert a variety of vases, the flowers on the sat, awaiting the arrival of night. In the silence of silence, looking forward to hear the voice of flowers, so long floral overflow me, quietly towed back to Lijiang me.
The face of snow-capped mountains (May 21)
To Lijiang, when Tengen drizzle. So, until the next day to the Tiger Leaping Gorge on the way, that I first saw clearly the Yulong Snow Mountain.
Morning, cars out of Dayan Old Town Soon, suddenly, in front of snow-capped mountains. Insert the sky that the mountains, in the highlands without masking the sun shining, the different peaks protruding shiny. Have not had time to see a careful, cars have been turning. However, on this astonishing glimpse has been unforgettable.
In fact, later along the way, we all walk in the Yulong Snow Mountain's side: Tiger Leaping Gorge, Naxi language, said: "ask rua, warehouse-off", that is, by Haba Snow Mountain and Jade Dragon Snow Mountain dramatic arch lift, was again formed the Jinsha River erosion gap between the world's largest canyon.
Around noon, we drove to the tiger jump in the famous "Teacher Chang Home", and then along the "Teacher Chang of the road", who hiked the tiger jumped. Along the way rock steep, rugged mountain, a pedestrian jittery. Vertical drop more than 800 meters of the mountain, we have tough it took us almost 2 hours.
Gap close to the end of acoustic roar. When we finally stood on the rocks riverside smooth as ice when the waves rushing toward us. After the Jinsha River on the tiger jumped a huge gap, the already surging, gallop into the tiger jump, they met with a greater fall. The river has become cranky and kept roaring, and finally with the power of stone tiger jumped aroused layers of white horses to pound the Millennium snow-capped mountains, so as to vent all the anger. But eventually crumbled into little white flowers, such as pearl-like spilled down with water vapor so that the sun starting to become more magnificent.
However, the Yulong Snow Mountain towering unchanged. At this point, we are standing at the foot of snow-capped mountains. Raising the head, peaks disappeared from the horizon, and saw only endless blue pen cliff edge, dignified and firm, like the generation of kings, to despise the foot of the rebellion of the courtiers.
When the sun sets, we again struggled to crawl back into the "Teacher Chang home." On the rise so that the Yulong Snow Mountain's main peak and from that base of the towering rock rose up and told me to see. At this point, Lin Tao sound together, not windy, but to come to the mountains at dusk is. Teacher Chang backyard sitting on the site, the front of the Yulong Snow Mountain to see the last point at that point the sun peaks above, more and more red, has become a gem of the spire. As if a mysterious power to force all things quiet, away from the roaring river Yulong Snow Mountain, reveals that he's quiet and tranquility.
Nature is really wonderful ah. Is it true that step a little higher, you can run away all worldly chaos?
Among the mountains, I think on this for a while, snow-capped mountains is mine. He is going through the sunset sky to my chest came.
Walking challenges (May 22)
The next day, we walk from tiger jumped back on the tiger jump, is taking the high road. That is one way, in fact, only a more narrow winding path, generally only one person wide, one side is the mountain, one side is the abyss. In particular, the beginning of the 2 hours on the mountain, for each one of us is the test of physical strength and perseverance in the tiger jumped yesterday ---- After four hours of the climb, usually not even those of us who are too lazy to walk the stairs so-called city Li Ren, has long been exposed tired of the phase.
But I still need to overcome a heart defect: fear of heights. With the mountain climbing higher and higher, physical strength is getting worse, this defect is getting worse. At each step is taken, I have to fathom how the leftover debris in order to avoid a firm footing it, rather than fall into the abyss; in every corner of the wind, I have to hand firmly touch the mountain of rock, if so as not to be blown away; in every break time, I grabbed the tree facing the mountain for fear of accidentally saw the glance of the cliff, there was no step fixed step; There was a time, I am fatigue swept me, consciousness Piaoyuan. I could hear his breathing, heart with hands sweat, as well as the hearts of timid.
Fortunately, there are partners. While their physical almost to the limit, every 7-8 minutes to climb the mountain must be some people clamored to rest, anxious that cute little wizard straight stomping ground: dark has come to the stage of the! But they are still I saw before, how should I say, even if not the most happy, and it is favorite people to speak. So far I can hear the quiet mountains of their yelling, mutual amusement, ridicule each other. The ranks of single file full of noisy, this floating up so that every one involved in the joy of climbing up the cells are active. Although they shouted Jiang Shan Jiao, when so many, I still dare not look at the beauty of the cliff, but I know I will be with them to reach the terminal.
Finally, we reached the highest point of today's high-road --- the next will be a long list of Ping Road. Although there is the Haba snow-capped mountains of the halfway, but the clouds have been on our feet, and have also sky high peaks, are now among the game became a little hard stone clouds. I saw the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and so close, silver and white spire, so clean and light, so bright with incredible, against the background in the blue sky into.
Behind the wind blowing fresh, clear folder with snow and pine trees cool atmosphere.
Shangri-La's voices (May 23)
One: Bita Lake is now the morning, I just woke up from the bed youth hostels. Some of the hard bed, I put the quilt as a mattress, sleeping in a sleeping bag and portable. Sleeping bag is a dark and warm the world, there are a lot of its own unique smell of the world.
My head still deep reduction in the sleeping bag, I heard the voice of a dense, highland rain hit the windows on the issue of Tintin sound. Then, the house has a greater dynamic and static, and the other two girls in Shanghai are up. 6:30, we have to set off.
Our driver was a native of the Tibetans, he was very surprised we do catch an early: fog has not yet casual it, he said. At this point, we are through an unknown Haizi, I do not know when the rain stopped and surrounded by open space quiet open areas. The sun is getting to leave the eastern side of the peaks on the horizon meandering, shining into the Hai Zi come here. Thin layer of mist in the absence of melting prior to being mapped out a short and blurred light. In fact, we are not here, since the earliest people. Outside the car, that big chunks of barley wheat, the long with the drudgery of women, dressed in bright local favorite color, red, yellow, pink, blue green scattered group of 351 years, not feel reminds me of the South revive a feeling of home, a place deep bottom of my heart, some sad, some of the warmth of the rising gradually.
The sun has increased a little, the air was filled with the Sentimental of Kusaka. The road along the beach on the Ping Kuang, Man dressed traveled the Quartet's grass, in the wind, has been rolling into the horizon turned boiling. In May, the grass sprouting; in May, the grass were showing in the sun shine bright green hereinafter embody; in May, the morning dew on the grass tip, Yi Keke, then the wonderful purity and refinement, as if grass family reunification Another bear wonderful fruit.
Finally, our car parked in a clearing in the mountains. Driver said: "Come on, through the forest, you went to the Bita Lake." At this time, the sun is a little bit of climbing on the peak of his trees in his light, a pride and brilliance. The distant snow-capped mountains have also removed the clouds, revealing the white Baoding and the azure blue sky. We walk through in the original timber in a little walk down. Until all of a sudden eyes bright, deep in the mountains amongst the flat green meadow, at the end of a blue Haizi ---- Bita Lake, like blue sky fell to the ground, just as she was moving name. Family's sheep and cattle herders scattered in the meadow, such as white, black, flowers in full bloom. At this point seemed shy, the sky again it began to rain, rain thin feet thick, will cover up Bita Lake, Utah adopt a pipa, Bita Lake Long on a layer of veil.
"Do you want a boat tour Haizi?" The local guide to Mohr-McClune. No, I think. Quiet days, quiet places, as well as Haizi quietly, like a long silence, but also, as is implicit in the quietly exuberant vitality. I am tired of the quiet stirring Dazhiruoyu let the silent voices remain in the deepest heart bar.
II: Songzanlinsi very far away, we saw Songzanlinsi, when it is noon, the sun resumed its rule.
Huge and solemn white temple was just clear up silhouetted against the blue sky, and its golden dome, together shine. Whether pilgrims or tourists like us, long before ever setting foot on the steps of the monastery, after the solemnity of the temple have been dormant, as if even the laughter had been detained by.
As we quietly entered the temple, a lot of red lamas were sitting there, chanting. Stands a huge square root dozens of columns temples, dark overcast deep chanting was being detained in the heavy walls, the strong sense of the oppressed in the caisson, the muddy bear. We tiptoed upstairs and downstairs, quickly glancing around the various parts of the temple, not issued any noise for fear of accidentally disturbing a soul wandering here.
At this time, the drum sound of the temple. The voice of calm in the open land of very pure way to the distant wave of an undulator. Drum, I entered the corridor, the sun has finally come in from the surrounding windows Litou, shining in shining painted by turning the wooden wheel. I am 11 pushing them, and those issued by Tintin Dangdang wheels to the top brass bell sounds. This moment, I have been trying to do so circle to spin down, and perhaps one day have that moment, suddenly, the lucky Fugitive from these circles inside out, Sasa and up, went straight to arrive in a beautiful where? ----- This is the most perfect and most happy relief of the bar.
Encounter of Friendship (May 25)
From the start in the evening we have waiting for them to go home. We are three girls in Shanghai, they are a group of Beijingers, at home refers to Lijiang. Peers and they do not know whose cell phone text messages constantly, to discuss the back what to eat, we laugh, and so her husband returned home, much better than this.
The three of us girls are abruptly break Lijiang, there is no thought there is no danger, will not be smooth. In particular, also would think that he travel extensively, what are able to cope. To, they learned that their spoiled, although the lips do not say, but knew that all they're all powerless to make their own arrangements.
Therefore, we have been very grateful to the morning we have a voice shouting, and that girl called Yan in Beijing: "do you also go to Tiger Leaping Gorge, together?"
In this way we recognize them, a group of Peking Man, and soon we rely on them. This is a group of happy people, bright and witty has been hanging in their mouth. After the trip because of them that they become colorful.
Later, the Shanghai companion that you forgot, let's first night in a small hotel, inquire about the distance to the Tiger Leaping Gorge, there are three boys in the northern accents are asking, but it was them. Later, Beijing companion said, you see, inadvertently entering the city the first day of photos from shopping where those three girls, but it was you. Later, Beijing and Shanghai, talking to peers, come to realize that we are almost as big. Kazakhstan, met a fate. Is really a hundred years of cultivation peer Mody?
Sometimes I think life is really interesting, you do not know at what time, what about the met me. I do not know your everything, but in this moment, in this place, you are my most trusted friend, the most powerful pillar. Encounter a stranger in a foreign land, is a lovely friendship, ah.
Lijiang Star (May 26)
Lijiang, late night, eight o'clock the sun reluctantly started to go home after the night before quietly come. When the lanterns, the original noisy city, reaching the pinnacle of excitement. The travelers all over, acquaintances, not strangers, are gathered in this little old town where to. As a result, various small pubs, bars, a variety of Shop Lane are all packed in together. Is full of song and laughter, joy filled in everybody's face.
Lijiang is one such thought that never sleeps. Until this night, because occasionally, I climbed up the ancient city of companion height, walked the narrow streets, turned into a flat of it.
In this gentle 1 Po, noisy miraculously disappeared. Surrounded by a quiet, only occasionally have several more barking. That we were inadvertently entered the local residential area. At this time, the sky has not yet completely dark down, showing a velvet night sky of deep blue, the distant snow-capped mountains like a silhouette, fluctuating etched in the night sky, the black is not deep, but gentle Dai-color, and no day dignity. The moon has risen, it is pure bright yellow, relieved against her, the stars seem extra bright. This moment, the sky near us, brings a far; this moment, our hearts were full of freedom and harmony; this moment, the beautiful Star are bringing everything into eternity.
When we walked back to the city has lost her way, in the ancient city around in a big circle outside. When entering the city again, and found joy in the crowd had dispersed, shops, bars have closed the door, the ancient city of fallen silent, and only hotel in front of the lamp is also lit lonely places. A long leisurely walk in the stone on the road, the first time in here, hear his own footsteps. Prosperity, in this moment dissipated, and the ancient city of like a naughty child, has finally had enough trouble, tired enough, contentedly asleep.
Back in what is called "home" in front of the hotel, at the moment Qingkou door knockers, hearts filled with a vague hint of sadness. Life cycle, when the fun died down, sad it quietly revived. And tomorrow's sun, fun really can bring back?
Author: me0822
