I have not been to Yunnan, it is one of the places I aspire to. Read this article, it touched people. Spread it online, let love there, where people aspire to, first with the fugue bar. Article taken from - "Travel" magazine 2002.10 I love Meri Blue Moon / Cao Jing that Pakistani side of the car, while pointing to the previous one is being covered in our new house, said: "I'm home, on the cover of the fast!" Speech Lane could not conceal the pride, that new homes wood framework has been improtance, Mu in the rain on the roof beam inside is full of brightly colored paint.
2 hours ago, I, old beams and the fox cats have finally empties slower than the water buffaloes of long-distance car to climb down, wore a head-on hit of the lattice distortion Fedora, nose and a huge brown glasses Ming-Yong who was Pakistan, and his old Jeep, which Pakistan is very skillfully handed his business card to the tone of unquestionable quote: go out Nagamura from 350 yuan, after some bargaining, and that Pakistan was finally reluctantly dropped the price 250. A back, next to two more people: Guangxi Dr Leung and Wei, a teacher in Shenzhen. So five people happily sharing the fare, went straight to our Meri away - although it is still hidden in the mist inside.
Buddha bless the passing fly Temple, the five of us as the most boring tourist Tantoutannao to drill into it. Fly the old lama temple stern see us come in, without a word outside the area we are turning around the temple three times through, before opening Dianmen, letting us into the magnificent Buddhist temple. Across such butter lamps, shining, golden warm and loving our eyes and hearts; while so many fine murals thick, on the heavy curtain of the slot where about ancient legends. Looking at the Buddha of compassion金身, so naturally I kneel respectfully knock three head, on the three Zhu Xiang, and my heart quietly said: Buddha ah, thank you to the tender care of the old me, ah, Inagi of 3 Kamiyama I saw it! Please help us to see Kawagebo bar ... .. steal a glance to see next to the old lama, as if I commend the right look oh!
That Pakistan's parents live in the coming Temple, his own wife's family of next Nagamura, because I guess is the next village, visitors are more permanent, he chartered to do business is good. Under the old Jeep Shui 214 State Road, to the side of breathtaking twists and turns to Lancang bolted down. Jiang across the foot of the mountain, a block of relatively flat areas, scattered with moving a small village. Tiny houses, by the new green trees and fields of the package. The approach of dusk, a plume of smoke rose, the twinkling of an eye was again washed slightest drizzle. In this way the red of the Lancang River accompanied by rushing, and accompanied by a great white Meri, it seems to continue the serene everlasting life. Cloud, the one of the glaciers since the days of fall from the sky gray, that Pakistan says it is Mingyong, here are Akinaga village. I looked north, dimly saw a very distant mountains, that is Tibet, a bar, I've been away from you so close, ah! When will a solid way to touch you? The northern sky looked locked in gloom, I gently sighed.
Holiday has just passed, Ming-Yong village is so quiet and lazy way. We stayed at the toll office next to the hotel, the night has come to live in a chartered from Kunming to Shenzhen's newly-wed couples and their drivers, together with our five, and this is all the tourists had.
Shop is a beautiful wooden house, with incredible white beds. Sleep on the foot of Kamiyama is so comfortable stable. When I opened my eyes and look to the window, bright red glow lit the sky clearing up. Not help my heart burst of ecstasy: Buddha bless ah!
Ming-Yong Valley Kawagebo morning fresh and humid, so we walked leisurely, listening to the birds of the lonely valley of the acoustic.
Road turning a corner, threw herself into the eye on entering is actually a large blue iris! This is the stunning nature itself in the foot of the great Kawagebo happily blooming, the petals with dew in the morning breeze inside is so clear and generous to have a healthy, like most of the girls along the way to see Tibet House. Deep mountain flowers are always special to me moved and envy, they never did not care whether anyone's eyes to enjoy, but to return with all the beautiful sunshine and rain and the breeze of the moisture, which is how the real life of self-ah!
We watched in a daze to spend the time, a pair of mother and daughter have also gone up. We invite them to sit down and rest, to share orange-flavored throat lozenges. They chatted to know that Pakistan was originally his mother's wife's mother, her eldest daughter was married to that bar, two daughters lived in our hotel yesterday, and is now with us is the little girl. Look at this coincidence! Mom know that we take on board that bus coming, I am grateful look, inviting us down the mountain must go home after the tea. They looked good smile, a voice shouting in my heart: I love them, I really envy them ah, leaving Come on, stay in the holy mountains at the foot bar!
Road twists and turns, gradually got into the forest. Ding Dangdang cattle came behind ring tones, a few boys to catch a yak looks honest than me. A bit tired, the road was so steep, I walked slowly, watching street light purple rhododendrons bloom, there are entangled with thick rattan trees. Turned a Mani Dui, before your eyes are an open slope, slope at the end of it is a small Prince Edward Temple, around to be able to see behind the Prince Edward Temple, Kawagebo of.
I have exhausted the last point effort ran. Mingyong along the gray eyes-on, not a cloud in the azure backdrop, the great Kawagebo was just as awesome standing at the summit of the mountains, stretch on either side of the ridge, like a pair of arms, embrace this piece of magic land. This is seen in the photographs countless times, in a dream, like so many back Kawagebo ah! The vertical lines of force that was finally filled with extremely clear in front of me. I do not know, is not it flying Temple knock yesterday played the first of three efficacious, only know that was a real feel of what is called "happy." Really, you can find out that heart inside his chest like a lotus flower to bloom as a one off from inside package called "passion" of the little things so bounce bounce to the outside going to jump to come.
Glacier retreat on the Prince's square-shaped temple is a small Buddhist shrine, was burned into the incense, the old monks would withdraw a barley to the chickens in the yard. The corner of the courtyard of the pagoda has a white seat, was decorated with branches and streamer, a few faded wind horse flag to the other side of the cable-stayed trees, the shade of a tree, the old monks and a few grooms (Dr Leung , Wei teachers, Shenzhen, his wife and their drivers are riding up to) sit there, smoking a cigarette, chatting leisurely days.
We walk along the path to the glacier, the forest suddenly came across the "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," singing: "I saw a mountain, a block mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers connected to a seat, yeah guy, that is, the Tibetan Plateau ... .. "The Phantom of sonorous mildly, the last of that dragged on for almost as long cavity Teana general. Song Guo Department, a Tibetan brother moved out from the woods, very honest and look, "just keep on singing a bar, just keep on singing one!" We have three laughed kick up a fuss. Big Brother embarrassed smile, bow went over the possession of an unknown song on the so melodious to and from flying out of his throat. Singing drifting far, only three of us Dai Li on the spot, which the same melody as the nostalgia wrapped in our hearts.
Glacier speckled with black, gray gravel, the following Millennium hanging ice because of the sun's radiation has become wet, slippery incomparable. Hands and feet to climb glaciers, ice water and hear the voices of fragmentation. Face cracks in the ice of several varieties, the Youlan bottomless big mouth scare. I carefully moved the old beams crack mouth look inside to see what was invisible.
Not far from the cliff, the glacial melt water into a small waterfall poured down brightly. Greenfield wind from blowing up the mountains even more quiet. Kamiyama immediate and sunny plateau of compassion Man shot ... ... is really light and peaceful paradise! But, why do I feel faint anxiety?
For the mountain, I have always been full of worship and awe, the kind generated when looking at the mountains as the presence of dirt makes me feel a sense of calm and security. Perhaps this feeling for my mountaineering friends who disdain, they love the process and to overcome their own list of heroic small hills, for which they are willing to face danger, in the face of life challenges. In an increasingly mediocre life, and their pride and courage to just how valuable. I was always worried about them; natural Xinu no one can resist in the face of choice, they will remember the good sense would be "giving up" more often than not insist on a more valuable? Hill is always there in its own way of willfulness to exist, coming and going does not it have the slightest change in the nature of arrogant. Those of us always passing it to Yang-breath, carefully obey its temper, happy when it might be Raoxing access to the so-called "success", but was to "conquer", and only our own.
"Yi Yinian before the temple"
Back to the Prince's old lama temple to find chat, a groom while smoking, while pointing to Prince Edward Temple told us: "It has the world's first temple, Yi Yinian before there will be a ... ..." I tried to hold back laughter, but saw his eyes filled with a very serious look, and my heart can not help a bear; a belief in how good we are these so-called "scientific" education of the children grew up, even the illusion of the ability to have degraded. Is not the old Lama and the Chinese side of the groom said something, and then we smile and groom also said with a smile: "You three okay own up, and Kawagebo are happy, you see the weather today How good! "
Prince Edward Temple next to the hillside on the "Glacier Hill" to eat lunch, to the down time, but would also do that Pakistani tea house. Even all the way down red jump with a jump to see the roadside Iris and sunny in the afternoon under the ek-sistent bright blue.
That bar at home (accuracy of Yuemu Jia said that Pakistan) and is miserable old house. Subgrade should be a lot shorter than the yard, the owner simply take from the road to own a wooden wall, and then take one to the second floor Cong Qiangtou platform, anyway Tibetan towers are on the second floor are occupied. Rectangular room, everything is dark and, the stove is being burned in a wang, put in front of a long table and two bench seats. We do not see the color of the card sitting on pads, took it home to filling the Bayue of hot yak butter tea, the United States and the United States to drink up, while his beautiful wife that Pakistan entered, wearing a very ordinary Han Chinese clothing, quiet while 1:00 depression, silently squatted beside stove frying pot bracken. That Bayue mother chatted with us, very happy and spoke about the completion of the new house opposite, but also talking about Prince's old lama temple, she said her family, grandfather, and we do not find out in the end was her grandfather or his wife's grandfather was Pakistan ... ... she spoke with a big box of fried cornmeal tsampa and bracken on the side of the table, then Bayue mother scurried to greet we eat, we have three hard touch her face in the mountains holding up just wandering round belly, declined master's goodwill, jump up and rushed to escape out of the room, and sit outside on the second floor platform, looking down from above, looking at the courtyard downstairs and a few head Lan Zhu, a group of lean chicken, left to a big lazy dog Xixi rub to rub our feet to go.
Night without words, and so the next morning to watch the sunrise.
Meri sunrise is really well-deserved reputation. Under the Canopy of blue-gray, Prince Edward 13 peak natural stand in front of me Innocent Steps to do a row, Kawagebo standing majestically calm elegance, as much of a sense of monarchs of the sky. Real America to the extreme, but I prefer to stay on his feet, to look to the sky look up at his position, listen to the glacier throbbing, feeling his pulse ... ...
Sitting on the bus back to Zhongdian, I am close to the vehicle rear window glass, watching with great mountain Kawagebo hovering in my field of vision when you are hidden when the final curtain has been blocked by several layers of mountains and disappear . Tears slid down this way, the splashing wet deep down a few pieces blue petals.
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