To the airport, the replacement card, buy insurance, as the crowd into the room waiting for planes. New Year's Eve, the airport is still very lively. Wandering may be a separate being of trials and hardships, while a small number of population groups are the most popular New Year's Eve tour of the landscape.
New Year's Eve Tizhe Da bags with everyone boarded the plane to Kunming. For every year the Chinese New Year at home, I was a bit fresh, a bit hope. Perhaps this will be the beginning of a new hope?
From the fifth gate into the cabin, oncoming Bai stewardess dressed, wearing a Technicolor Dreamcoat, bringing the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau honest breeze. Found a seat, placed her luggage, looked and looked, for the 747 extremely spacious cabin, three-row position, only a few people, New Year's Eve pedestrians are not many here are mostly people go to play in Kunming right?
Bu Juezhong, the plane has more than 2000 meters of altitude in the walk through. The vast gray outside the window a distance, there appeared to living in an oasis in the sea. Waves slowly surrounded the aircraft up, wrapped up in a wave, I sleep in the past.
When fashion magazines fell from the hands of time, I have slept more than an hour. Cabin of the tourists or close their eyes meditatively, or enjoy the VCD, a calm. Opened the windows, can not help but amazed, rain, waves have become lost in a fog Fei Xu, a layer, a wave waves, crystal clear, slowly flows, like the waves round and round on the snow-capped mountains, piece of the glacier. The outside will be cold, right? That piece of the snow will not be a contravention of the standards? That round and round while the waves will break a foot? That fly-by with the back of the crystal clear waves of cloud, borrowed from the snow ice shadow, right? Is from 1000 before the previous myth stolen charm, right? Feng ER with a piece of the snow came, they went by the Feng ER. As if at sea, flying boat, suddenly, to the Arctic, then moved to the Antarctic, penguins are there, tummy, waiting for your arrival.
I was looking out over the sea of clouds on the cloud waves sighed, if the time to fly out, will ride in the clouds on the cloud and the line? Or from the clouds, under a ring-down swing, rickety ripple the sky? Perhaps I will become a cloud bar and turned it into strange things, and space-time nostalgia, staggered.
Distance, and saw a parked light blue lake. Knew it was near a blue sky. Clouds slowly thinned, perhaps gradually reduce the elevations in it? Slowly, the blue room for more and more. The hazy white cotton flowing more and more concentrated, more close to blossoming in the clear blue lake. Sea of clouds gradually at your side, then the lake of the snow-capped mountains, let me obsessed with suspects who are in their own dream Tanggula.
Closer, closer, closer clouds and transparent floating in the blue lake. Feng ER burst of cloud rolled over, and slowly block my view. Children as a needle that kind of smoke snow sand, until the time of the immediate re-clear when the line Yuner the increasing gradually, from slipping away, write me fly high sky. Mountains and hills gradually clear, from my closer.
1 a cloud finally drift away in my head of. Got off the plane to see if they still live freely in Napian beautiful place, waving good-bye to me. Feel the ground is still very good, very free from anxiety, but the Think for a moment passed and still endless nostalgia.

Out of the airport, tour guides, where the flag has been greeted Miss. Line 17 after another in place, Miss Ti Zhuotai tour guide packs a mark with the floor, Xishan Forest Park. On Dianchi Lake Tai Guanlou flew over the gulls migrating from Siberia, tens of thousands, group dance group, truly beautiful. Western Hills forests still sported snow, walking in there is also a bit lonely and chilly. Western Hills is only more than 2000 meters above sea level, suddenly, I actually have altitude sickness among, I just feel difficulty in breathing, pale. Recently the wounds may be not good, plus journey tired, but also a manic episode, right? Just opposite the beautiful mountains and rivers, I have some not help.
Finally, in the way back, I fell asleep.
New Year's bell would quietly come in Kunming.


Author: kaikai111