Passengers in the smoke and water of Lugu

When I woke up, I was lying quietly on the bank of Lugu Lake. This area of ??soil is called Mosuo. I stood on the bank blown by the breeze. I closed my eyes and my mind was filled with dreams. The blue sky and white clouds made me, as a southerner, sigh that this sacred secret realm actually hides such a land and water, a different style, and a different character. The moment I opened my eyes, I seemed to see the obsession in life. , yes, my crazy obsession with mountains and rivers, my persistence in the distance, I think I am pathological! But who dares to say that in the face of the beauty of nature, you are not infatuated with it with a possessive mentality? Who dares to say that in the face of such a natural beauty, you are not looking up with awe? it?

The journey from Lijiang to Lugu Lake lasted more than four hours. The train carried travelers across mountains, rivers and seas, and passed the endless flow of people. They truly felt the unique scene of the eighteen bends of the mountain road. Finally I saw a Haizi. Strictly speaking, it is a place that lies across the border of Sichuan and Yunnan. Half of it is Yunnan and half of it is Sichuan. This gives people a peaceful Haizi, lying in a calm manner. In the gentle embrace of the mountains, it is not kitsch or flattering, but welcomes guests from afar with a high-spirited attitude. After taking a look at its tender face, I longed to be a waterweed in the Lugu smoke water, with roots tightly attached to it. I know that beauty is always as splendid as fireworks but fleeting. I also know that time is an unfathomable existence, but I tried to use my poor pen to uncover its mysterious veil. It seems absurd. No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it appears so vulnerable in the face of the beauty of nature. Just as Xi Murong said, "Some understanding is in my heart day and night, how subtle and how clean." I can only quietly enjoy the beauty of the years in my limited life. Even back to the beginning, the spark that aroused the beating of my soul slowly returned to calm. I came with a beating heart and returned with a calm self. I think this is the best praise to nature. , the best kind of awe.

A group of seagulls lapped at the quiet lake. Looking at the small boat parked on the shore of the lake, I suddenly remembered the scene of Su Shi's "Riding a small boat with a leaf, holding up a bottle to belong to each other" , there are seagulls, there are boats, there are guests coming from afar, there are fine wines, and there are stories. This is not exactly the meaning of this trip, but that is just my idea. Sitting on the wooden floor by the lake, facing the blue and calm lake, I just want to be a person like Haizi who "faces the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring".

When the curtains are rolled up in the morning, the sun is late to show up on the cold lake surface. People come in droves, sitting or standing quietly, just to take a look at the budding beauty of Lugu Lake after waking up. The raised halo of halo dispelled the coldness of winter. I took a pen and wanted to trace your soft outline. However, you under the lens became the most beautiful scenery in my life. I forgot when you were there. He left with a sly smile on his lips, leaving only a faint smell of smoke.

And I am about to leave, I think I have nothing. I am like a lonely wild horse, walking among the mountains with you, the blue sky, the drifting clouds, and your lingering tenderness. I want the world to hear my voice shouting for you. Although I am a passer-by in the smoke and water of Lugu, I have a desire for love that no one can extinguish. Who can restrain my heart from looking up to this soil. And my beloved Lugu Lake, you use your sacred faith to protect this place called Mosuo. You live in the hearts of every high-atomic citizen, and you are an irreplaceable existence.