This bright, life will always shine deep in dreams.
dream is lingering in the flower stem of a pool of cool breeze? Is tempting to join in the Zhike vines of light exposure?
my dream, is far behind on the lakes. Exactly that, many on the plateau called Holy these plateaus jasper, crystal clear, bright as burning, each see it, all as a glimpse, would instantly light up my dream. I love the way the light and this light will have only a plateau, only the height of the plateau will have such a pure soul through the light of Lang.
this from years of talking about my walk. School holiday time each year it is, I looked fresh, new eyes to the many attractive western map points and lines, that tiny point, and that thin line in front of us turned into rolling mountains and winding rivers, lakes. So, my Through the Nu River Grand Canyon. Gaoligongshan foot climb. La-depth search for the Lost Horizon area. Quest Jinsha River Tiger Leaping Gorge walk. New South Yunnan foot flat Gasa dense forests. Liujiang from the Bala River to have to Leishan Rong Jiang Congjiang, visit the National Ecological Village Southeast. About Daliangshan. Zhuang entered the residence of Quang Nam. Lugu Lake in western Yunnan and southern Yunnan walking the Fuxian ... ...
from many experiences, I see numerous folk life of the state, read the legend of the mysterious spiritual environment, which Lilian of life experience, but also makes my creative and spiritual life to be abundant age support and pleasure.
乙酉 July, the unit sent me to attend a university in Xining Science Conference. Immediately in front of me had a Giant plateau that holding a master's palm green jade: Qinghai Lake.
Qinghai Lake. Tibetan Om cloth measures. Hai Zi green. Tibetan singer Deccan Wangmo song began in the ears. It was the endless flow of streams and an unlimited imagination Tao emotional sound of pure light of the Holy Spirit, as if the sounds of nature, mind spray clumps off the embankment. I really want to suddenly be able to reach the Great Lakes that the clear heaven, and that takes away people's paradise of breathtaking Lake ah, there will be endless beauty and charm, wait for me to knock gently poetic exercise.
westbound train started. From Beijing, the way cars stop-go and I do not pay attention to each station times the name because it already has plenty of the beautiful place,Discount UGG boots, she led me step by step to becoming a destination in mind. However, it is unexpected is that night, just the case of heavy rain the road, the train slowly fluttering like a cow climbing. Midnight, and finally stopped in Zhengzhou section and heard the bad news: in front of roadbed washed away by floods, landslides, this section of the railway will be closed across the board.
This is not meaning is a depressing news. In the hot start is waiting for a train carriage annoyance, no one thought: This stop, was as long as ten hours!
encountered this kind of thing the first time in his life. Interior air is filled with children of various odors, hot and very, very upset. Finally someone shouted curses not take it anymore, the voice of a noisy, bustling markets like. I strongly attitude adjustment, look at the hands of the atlas, to map those mountain folds, ripples of water to soothe my boredom. I strongly think, beautiful Qinghai Lake, has a red coat and red pants red shoes, red cheeks of the girl standing on the vast grassland, the singing of I hope to have such a romantic Aventure. Slowly from midnight to early morning hours, when people in the sleepy calm down slowly, I could not sleep. Poetry like the tides began to diffuse their hands. So, lying covered on the phone to write poetry. I took irresolute like this: midnight / Who let the silence of pain in my heart / I just wait / clear light that illuminates / like lovers after a long wait gave me a glimpse of that charming ... ... The vast desert state of mind kind of helpless and want to go. But to go out several times already are accustomed to deal with all kinds of things hiking. This is the best time of cranky, that is poetry. I think the United States of Qinghai Lake, like all the wonderful location of the encounter, think it a sacred poetry again tidal action. This time, it was clear thinking, the heart wins out of a few sentences:
west alone, I dream blurred. U.S. Qinghai Lake, graceful jade. Misty plateau Eagles may soar thousands of miles. Students if clouds, dust and mud as dead. Holy silence, Yongzhe clamor from. Chaotic world, gave birth to the extreme absurdity. Fisherman and the school, put the boat in waves.
can not tell why I write this poem, chewed a bit dissolute taste really. Perhaps with the portrayal of the mentality in the Mainland for many years. Perhaps this pure place, will it all swept away. Qinghai Lake, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, is the only think I should have to go where it is seen many places in my dreams, like going to get to know the pure beauty, a kind of impatient. However, landslides damn, damn train schedule, so I slowed down the pace. I suddenly have an ancient Roam's feelings. The number of complete strangers in such a crowd, alone, immersed in the poetic dream, itself a bit outdated, the taste of another life itself! Yes ah, what would be so solitary? What would be so'm lost too! Sweat in front of the map was confused squishy, like the listless heart. Time wore on, I stumbled asleep ... ...
wake up the train was already moving, but also that the train stopped at this location for almost ten hours!
finally Da Xining. Da Xining the next day should have been to five pm is the third day of the four thirty-two! So the meeting time from two days into one day, it makes you a little peace of the wrong car grievances. A few days is to play the rest of the arrangements. Ordinarily downtown Xining, compared with the Mainland can not, but it is very quiet and serene. Huangshui from Xining through the city, distant days of rolling mountains and borders on large, bold. Our car also Huangshui west along the road, go to Monastery, and then by Huangyuan Gap, Daochanghe all the way west. I have met this fate many mountains, rivers and villages.
we will go to Mountain, Qinghai Lake and Prairie Gold Silver Beach, which are the source of my spiritual needs.
720,000 square kilometers in the area of Qinghai, 90% or more are on the Tibetan areas of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is part of the third pole of the earth. Geographically, Xining to Qinghai Lake, a territory that belongs to the eastern monsoon region, the region contains the Huang River Valley, Eastern Qilian Mountains, Qinghai Lake basin. When the Yellow River and the Huangshui Haiyan stopped flow, the so-called Next is a long corridor of the western Qinghai-Tibet road, step by step up from the two Qian Yumi altitude climbing. The eastern part of Qilian Mountains like a beast, stop a moment toward the western extensional in its footsteps. It is bounded by the cold Long Ling, will be separated from Qinghai and Gansu. Long Range Cold average 4,500 meters above sea level, the highest peak 5254 meters, with permanent snow and glaciers, snow-capped in the summer also, glaciers winding.
my surprise, many places along the way, is kind of boundless, vast, vigorous, and distant. This is the transfer of thousands of years under the sea of time and space left in the Western world, the mysterious ah! And I, is like the past, I think the situation also followed this mysterious world of spin, flight. Which piece of the passing windows of the mountains, like the open, the walls of the air suspension, so that in the past years into a deep among the obscurity of a like a call, and faint to me about something. Kazuma save that once the move, where guns and knives scream? That Hunhuang the north wind in the daunting mountain pass where? That smoke, fog cover lock ancient battlefield for them? I think the situation in the churn, and my emotions in the high-spirited. Yes ah, this is a very passionate Poems. I now see is smoke cereal and mulberry, is a tea and fermented rice, barley and cattle and sheep is, is a pilgrimage and praying. That some of the survival of the state of blowing, I completely into another world. I am looking for Poet. Feelings in my flying life. I was on the pilgrimage, in a step by step toward the blue and white, to the Lotus community height - is the Western Corridor drifting higher echelon to raise my heart to a beautiful paradise ah!
Yes, this area is the place where several cultures meet, here is the history of Central Plains of the western border region, but also Chinese culture frontier areas. But when the whole of China is nomadic rule, such as the Yuan Dynasty and Qing Dynasty, China became the mainland here. Here a variety of national integration and multi-cultural intersection. Therefore, the various historical, religious, and cultural distribution of many monuments. Holy Monastery of Tibetan Buddhism, Gautama Temple, Longwu Temple, Sang week Temple, Union Temple, Seoul ya so famous, glorious world. Willow Bay, in particular the appearance of painted pottery, and more proof of this region for thousands of years ago, was a prosperous and rich, human flourishing land.
Mountains all the way to harness connected to water of the phase.
rape all the way open and bright. Through the window looks into the distance
, it is surprising three-color overlapping green yellow blue landscape: a Road marsh cover pressing on a piece of rape - it is mu rape sea; Crimping rape sea on top of a misty smoke covered the lake - that is Qinghai Lake. Marsh, rape, formed a lake green, yellow, blue three-color pattern. That green, green was intoxicating; that yellow, yellow was exciting; that green, green glare was shining like gem, that blue glare so mysterious, deep and dizzying. However, although lakes in on how the car can not get to that road blue glare.
venue for King, and then moving forward, it is monotonous desert. To my surprise, here it is easy to see an eagle circling in the sky. This plateau Eagle ah, I from its huge wings, and strong shock to see the wild; I was moving rapidly from its undulating movement in the image on the ground, the hearing Juye powerful breathing. The original flavor of the kind of Western child-specific start sprouting now, so the scenery, and I live in the mainland is very different. Rape in a large roadside stop the car. Bright sunlight, rape bright, the world is rape light, the image of life also will be bright, the participants began to photograph counterparts, this highland scenery to take home. Then on the train again.
front is Tar.
Buddhist name, sound, ringing in the ears. I saw Bo Hong filled Dasi,UGG boots cheap, Dasi around all over the streamer, Mani stone, turning the cylinder. Into the temple, the temple of the sky is blue, white, wishful Eight towers, snow-capped mountains towering as eight. Monks prostrate long call-in voice of worship and deep Zhong Qing, it is more like that of the clear and thick. Fanghun saints, like the snow-capped mountains of the spire, like, holy and admirable. Watch a short time, from the Abbey out of the car to climb Mountain, high mountains and wind, but bright, a piece of yak like a block of stone scattered on the hillside, quiet and serene, but then gone back tears Palace, Princess hard to Tibet; further forward, until golden Silver Beach prairie, an old old song will be stained tea fragrance waft out from the yurts, sing my heart Jiutong, burst into tears along the way ... ... , which Zuozuo Mani Dui, it seems to me a bit about the Venerable in West Side Story: wander through the end of an immortal the Tsongkhapa. Cold Night in the light plastic butter lamps give the Buddhist disciples. Baozhan horizon clouds weave Thangka the monks. Jing Wang Ming carry the banner that went beyond the Great Wall under the Chanyu marry the beautiful princess. Descend on the Lake won the immortal piece of jade. Bowl of barley in the love of music Ruanbian travelers under the happiest of days ... ... these extraordinary people is a vivid Berthelot to reflect the present, are the same as the wind affects my Yi Mei forward.
their hands. At this point, cars crossed the line Mountain to the west. Dai color Qinghai-Tibet Highway like a snake, winding up its body, while the rise was creeping posture, reminding us of scenes directly to heaven, this irradiation, flashing a transcendent beauty and serene. This season, the land of the snow gone, snow melt into the vast expanse of dry land muster a Caohai Green, Green Grass Sea and gave birth to the vast crowds of cattle, sheep and support groups of the humble shepherd who was tenacious .
plateau, ethereal dream.
held on the grass I saw the grass, the river arm rivers, mountains and by the mountains, all of life is reminiscent to the old start. Luxuriant vegetation, wild winds blow, hurried footsteps, distant years. I saw a long call-in more than a pious person, and bone flute in Jiegu rhyme, the step by step,UGGs, measuring the length of the heart. Hands together, monks in the holy sound, eternally in the Buddha and the Bodhi. One thousand ten thousand lotus falling from the void, the world seemed so quiet, broad and vast. Shortage of road in the sun and the moon chasing the car rolled forward to the stars, that the transmigration thousand years, whether there will be cries of the difficulties in traveling sigh?
and I, but try to enter in such a manner in the myth of the Kunlun Mountains remote system, to listen to the strange legend of the gods touch the treacherous; would also like to hear Gao, Cen, and that heavy Wang Changling The world sings; also want to be a westbound on the road of pilgrims. But answer me, but only the front of this cross color - it is the complexity of the years Transmutation color flow, ah, it is the intersection number of historical stories and legends, it embodies the old dream of the number of parting! Perhaps, in this scene before, I should not have just a passer-by, it is not the only one of those quiet play where.
mountain water to turn the car turn the road turns. Qinghai Lake last show before our eyes.
sky fog float but the rain, which made up the Qinghai Lake appears to nothingness hung in the balance, the lake's islands are not very clear outline map, as illusory as the legends - the year, the youngest son of the Dragon King cited the East China Sea to one hundred and eight rivers of water, merged into the vastness of the West, so he became the West Sea Dragon King. Subsequently, the ancient Qiang tribe,UGG boots, leader of the Western Queen hosted by eight of the chariot to visit her Chun Zhou Mu at the Jade Pool, which Jade Pool is a beautiful lake. Qinghai Lake, the Western Queen is the Lord God, for the Queen Mother of the Some said, when Princess Wen Cheng on his way to Tibet, traveling to the Mountain, missing relatives, the tears had flowed, merged into a blue lake. Some have even said, when the Monkey King Havoc in Heaven, the Erlang was desperate to catch up, throw away Fangtian Ji, to poke a big hole in the earth, underground river surging out of a promise to form such a large lake. The modern view: As early as four thousand million years ago, here is a vast ancient sea, and even now the Pacific together. Later, in a strong orogeny, the Himalayan uplift, to drive away all the water, and the ancient inland sea into a basin. After another period of long years, a number of rivers, lakes and swamps formed the Qinghai Lake. However, when it is alive, its water into the Yellow River. Thirteen years ago to about the geology known as the research the legend and distant it I can not verify the accuracy, but one thing is sure, Qinghai Lake, definitely better than humans thought it would be long. Because sometimes, the human Inference of heaven and earth is naive, even stupid no basis for.
At this point, despite the gloomy weather, I saw her was so very blue. It is said the lake Qinghai Lake above sea level to three thousand one hundred ninety-seven meters, Mount Tai than two high, and low oxygen content in water, plankton rare in the 0.6% salt content of about transparency up to eight or nine meters, so the water becomes crystal clear crystal of.
Qinghai Lake, a journey through time and space, carrying the life of the Fairy Wind charm in front of me bare the state, so the bar without shelter.
a while, the rain stopped, the clouds cleared, the sun hung so dome, a promise between heaven and earth Chenglu large jade!
close look: the white surge stacked, deep distant;
a distance: a pulse of the crowd yonder sky, Yunjuanyunshu shining ripples.
in the holy lake, green Hai Zi in the last. She quietly bare, like a masterpiece of beauty, bare themselves unreservedly in the sky, so pure, so simple, so very pure. In Qinghai Lake, often saw a devout believer turn the lake on foot, the circumference of more than three hundred kilometers of the Qinghai Lake, etc. If you knock heads around the lake one week in length, to a hundred days, at how much this pious heart ah! Indeed, this measure is far from the earth hum cloth Once upon a Buddha. Connected to the lake and prairie, lakes and mountains Xiangxian, blending the lake and islands. White clouds high above, the birds high above, flocks of cattle and sheep high above the wind horse flag high above Dance with the soul of life. At this moment, my mind's plume has been opened, I heard the drums long days lofty dreams. I saw the saints are difficult journey and God bless. Qinghai Lake, is it not human nature God has given you a piece of jade? In front of her, all will be open-minded, all the poetry will eruptions, all will grow out of the poetry is also very tender and beautiful flowers. Lakes in the pure light heart; lakes in the last, pure mind. She is the real beauty, she is the real me, the most romantic
I was the romantic Accompanied by the vast giant clock, watching the crowd, my heart across a pure light, surging in the passion, the Getting to Know wrote a cloth, western sky above the lake of a spiritual interest,
Yan Yan crowd thousands of miles away, in the heart waves;
millions of years Venerable compassion tears, longing to melt.
what she was waiting for the power, drive my blues?
be rapid Fengtao, or remote fly?
measures Om cloth, a huge celestial body Huanpei,
spirit will never fade magic ah, quiet, serene,
in our hearts, in the soles of the feet , the extension of the dream.
world she belongs to a holy hope,
she belongs to the mind, an eternal home.
She belongs to the sky the flowers, floating in the highlands of the chest. Shu far
waves that every year the ring in the ears;
accommodating gray waves that wave, and always in my heart soared. The Buddha
singing, Jiegu singing, eight Kelsang singing,
Thangka singing, Duixiu singing, Rinzin Wangmo girl singing ... ...
measures Om cloth, measures Om cloth, one hundred thousand Zhan Dan leaves rang;
worlds of the imagination, not cover the beautiful face.
palms together, prayer beings,
Mani under the wind flag, telling those who desire of Mt. Step by step, life and power ah glow with the light of the Buddha.
soul singing, soul singing, and the big Qinghai singing.
measures Om cloth, sun and the moon's Emmanuel, Emmanuel Tsongkhapa.
plateau like a blossoming flower bud bloom divine.
tears, no one's Liuzizhenyan jumps over the top of snow-capped mountains,
white clouds in the same elegant river fly?
temple bells are rung, let the sunshine of the hammer struck,
measures measures Om ah hum cloth cloth, a pool of clear water into wine Gong Sheng.
The Buddha, surrounded by waters, spraying all the way all the way to Ben drip lotus fragrance ... ...
vast. Vast. Miao Yuan. Lakes ah, just a few hours stay, they light up my whole life.
the carriage, like riding a BMW or Qinghai Cong Ferghana, call shake to go ... ...
mad farewell Qinghai Lake, like the hearts of the lovers say goodbye. Back from Xining, Lanzhou, the way is the continuous soft phase Valley Ridge mountains; Huangshui valley sides along the way is the life of many of the state; Along the way, is the vast flow of the Yellow River Fengtao Gudang. Marshes, river sound of dreams. In fact, I have not rhyme from Qinghai Lake in the Transcendence from the United States, but also by the Yellow River. The blue one yellow, clear a cloud that, what it means for me?
looking at the Yellow River in parallel with the train, I remembered sitting in the high places of Confucius, the face of surging in front of Bo, issued a the rapid rotation of the flow of the Yellow River Tao, I think Li Bai Ah, I was a pure light illuminates, but also by a muddy Yao Ying. Clear light in the sky, confusing; muddy ground, held sufficient to touch. However, they are all voicing the life of the state: Zhen Qing Xi, I wash my tassels; Kaleidoscope cloud Come, I wash my feet. For me, both physical and mental capacity can also be satisfied that the cloud cleared. These two colors, both light as my reference, I also alert, and in fact, life is not like the dust in the wind as it? Lie ahead, is the vast and confused. Wind, the rain drain off, and finally lost it down into the endless rolling, and did not block the Tao flow into. It will eventually take sediment, but also with the fragrance of fresh, forward flow, as the pace of the years, never stop ... ... and I, as long as the heart, save a pure space, give it a good clean flashing !
lakes in the pure light in mind.
beautiful lake, beautiful cloth measures hum.
by the rotating cylinder, in the Song of worship, in the Eagle Li brittle bone between heaven and earth, quietly, quietly flow ripples. She is my spiritual life throughout a mirror, in a dream, I think, in the depths of love, will always be my light.
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