It's been four months since I went to Shangri-La, but I haven't written yet. The fairyland on earth always needs to be recalled slowly in a free from vulgarity time, in a romantic place and with a kind of devout faith. I write softly, without Chenyuan, without disturbing the peace, but it can upset people like this. However, Shangri-La stands in my heart, glittering and translucent, and is about to drip with bombs, which is very soul-stirring..
It was only a few months ago that I was certain that although my mother, who believed in God, had described heaven to me countless times in the universe, I knew that no one was willing to go there willingly.. But Shangri-La is different. It is a paradise in the hearts of Tibetans and also a paradise for travelers. Perhaps the Creator has created two heavens, one in heaven and the other on earth..
Spectacular, serene, beautiful, clear and mysterious, Shangri-La is original and vivid. It moves the viewer's heart and makes him shed tears for the beautiful scenery. It is like the first love, peaceful and unique..
Shangri-La at this time is no longer the unreal paradise, holy snowy mountains, deep canyons, swift waterfalls, mysterious halls, sky-blue still water lakes, melodious Tibetan ballads, meadows full of poisonous wolf flowers, spotless blue skies, floating clouds within easy reach, leisurely grazing cattle and sheep, and sweet and fresh air in the mysterious land of southwest Yunnan.. Among them, people forget the past, but quietly appreciate this flowing landscape scroll and enjoy Paradise Trips.
The peace here makes people forget the noise and shouting, anxiety and restlessness. In addition to deep breathing, throat inside cannot bear to make disturbing noises. The restless soul seems to be melted by the mountains and rivers. If you hear the singing at this time, it must be very empty, isn't it called "Life of All Things"?
In July in Potatso National Park, azaleas have withered and Galsang flower has disappeared. In the wetland, unknown wild flowers are blooming shyly, like handmaids in a fallen city, and are fresh and fresh.. The light green tree beard that can be seen everywhere is a scene of Shangri-La. It spreads softly and softly to soften the tall old trees. This is the original creation of the Creator. This is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. At an altitude of nearly 4 kilometers, everything is still gentle and moving. There is no wind, fog, no clear, clear, and Drizzle, who is now following and then gone, gentle and naughty, gives a hazy memory of the beautiful Shangri-La.. In the south of the colorful clouds, such a fairyland is hidden..
The enthusiasm and boldness of Tibetans filled the pleasant journey with a little tipsy.. Highland barley wine and buttered tea can secrete people's spirits and make people drunk. Those shy, cautious and alert are scattered along with white Hada in the place where they meet the clouds..
Compared with the primitive simplicity of Lijiang, Shangri-La is more primitive.. The sacredness of Tibetan Buddhism and the softness and charm of all things on the plateau are all reflected in the traveler's stop..
Xiao cold, cold night wind, such Shangri-La, but all things, all things.
Sitting on the bus back to Lijiang, I saw the desolate ancient tea-horse road, and saw the swift Jinsha River water flowing through the world's most spectacular Tiger Leaping Gorge formed between Yulong Snow Mountain and Haba Snow Mountain.. At this time of Tiger Leaping Gorge, there is no such feeling of anger as when I saw it just now. I only want to read about the spotless beauty of Shangri-La. Galsang Flower in Bloom in the future, can I come back again .
Quietly, I'm leaving
As I came quietly
I waved my sleeve
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