I do not know in the end of the lake has a kind of true inner feelings inside, but feels in his heart always have a bud, always wanted to overcome the difficulties and obstacles and can not wait to rush to her arms. I guess my previous life, must be free to Lugu Lake, on a flying bird, it is impossible in this life would she have such a large and heavy sentimentally attached to the heart.
2002 New Year approaching, I began to pack up and go to Lugu Lake. As a secular, although some of the high level of overtime to accept defeat, but the thought of her mother lake - this moment allow me to bid farewell to chaos of the city's sanctuary, my heart seemed to have happily jumped out, how can this be measured by money. Many friends have asked me understand what is so fascinating that Lugu me, I said that in fact there is no waves of the lake, and no day is full of passion; not have been more calm, there are only a quiet life, and even TV has only to receive two or three sets. However, I just love is love her, love her plants, and love her majestic mountains and graceful goddess of Gehm good simple subjects. The heavy burden of work, I often dreamed of Lugu Lake in a dream, a dream of her as soon as soon as a mother to call me, it seems always in the open arms waiting for my return, she gave me a very Great joy a hundredfold more than offset the load of the work the next day brought heavy.
The third trip I still chose the air, this does not mean the fear of suffering Palei, but can mean only two hours with the Lugu Lake "far apart" in Kunming, landing, instead of the train was going to endure a few 10 hours of the long wait. In the eve of their cells before and then get in touch Dorje, he said by telephone when he and the Bin Mala measures in the acquisition of stocking up Ninglang way connected to the I, and Chase said a road safety words. His language weather extremely loved ones who asked taking a trip wandering tone early return to their homes, and more prompted me to flee the city like the idea of crazy fast breeding.
After a two-hour flight and nearly 16 hours non-stop in hurry, I am finally starting to teach again the next afternoon standing in the lake is only three hours drive away from the mother of Ninglang Xian city. Plateau and the bright sun shining gently on the photo in my body, I felt like load unload feeling. Heart skipping happily flying in to tell me back to another attachment to their native land, Doje and Bin Mala measures smiling standing in front of me, really like the dream of the family in welcoming the return of wandering. One white and one black they are in stark contrast, but the tall, handsome men beautiful petite woman, so a pair of good match, I lamented the heart. Dorje words of someone shy and not much later picked up my luggage at the front of Bima is pleased to holding my hand with his back from Bima, and conversations I know that they fear in order to connect I miss the trips, meals without food nor Maiqi on the station waiting for nearly an hour. I am very touched, they come into contact with only a one or two visitors are so warm and hospitable, we can see the essence of the whole nation Moso. I began to say a few words of gratitude, but I am saying that Dorje turned interrupted Mosuo failed to appreciate the words, or too see things; as Mosuo people get help, just a matter of course happy to accept he is the greatest thanks.
This is another difference with the Han, I have always likes to compare the Moso and Han found that although the weak Mosuo people who are not writing, maybe it sounds not heard by mainstream society, but for thousands of years even in the large influx of tourists today it remained committed to continue the custom of the traditional norms and customs passed on from generation to generation Xia Yibei without outside influence. Once I asked Kat is how much such a good reason a man from generation to generation, he is very proud to say that in their ancestral house, the old people are relying on the most sacred fireplace Moso oral to all of the children passed.
In the nearly five-point time has finally sit down meal Maiqi items to Lugu Lake's car, since bought his own and others a lot of things, Doje decided not to take a general switch to a familiar small vans and small trucks So the three of us plus the driver plus two Yongning were hot extruded in the Yu mighty carriage set off to the Lugu Lake. Stretching along the mountain road vehicle burst of uphill a while, the road fairly flat. Dorji said that it did under the past few days thanks to heavy snow, or snow can not close off the mountains into anyone from leaving. I am glad of his good fortune while, but while they have not seen snow for regret, Bima said, pointing to the roadside to see if the snow, I looked down she was referring to the direction of the ravine by the roadside as expected, there are thin white snow, seems to have come off a few days ago. Look up at the distant mountains are also good there are several peaks of snow, although most have been off the bright sunshine to go, but the remaining peripheral vision is still snow on the shining golden ground, silhouetted against the whole mountain, as a general dazzling Kamiyama.
Mother Lake is in this mood again, under my eyes, she was so peaceful quiet, calm was not the least bit of wind and waves, lake reddish boat, far off to see people casting a net on board. Her blue, once again given me a strong spiritual shock, and she seems like a natural color Zhuo with paintings, flickering distant mountains like an impregnable wall of bricks to protect the physical surroundings for this heavenly wonderland the mortal world Tianchi.
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Author: bmlc721
