Travels of Shangri-La

Finally get rid of the midsummer, unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. Noisy, hot and dry. This is the summer of the city. I can’t imagine the beauty of summer in Yang Wanli’s eyes, such as the infinite green lotus leaves in the sky, the different red lotus flowers in the sunshine, and in the works of literati and ink writers of all dynasties. I am not a summer lover, but that summer in Shangri-La made me feel its unique charm.——
Shangri-la’s summer ripples in Pudatso National Forest Park. At present, it is a trestle like a ladder that flies directly into the sky and has a bright outlook.——
The lake is dancing quietly under the wooden bridge, silent but colorful. In the distance, it’s green; in the farther place, it’s still green; around the sun, it’s still green… The shade of green is constantly changing, like glamorous eyes, constantly flowing…
Imagine a person who is accustomed to living in a city and suddenly sees such a scene. How can he hold his excitement?
Walking gently on the bridge for fear of destroying the rare peace in the world. All I heard was my own footsteps and the faintly audible bird song.
A small, light voice attracted me – a squirrel busy in the woods. Sometimes sitting on a branch holding a pine tower, and sometimes for someone’s food to come under the tree, a pair of big eyes blinking.
The towering trees on both sides, even if two people open their arms, can not hold one, like an old man standing solemnly, with a long beard waving in the wind. I don’t know what this “beard” is. I only heard that they are “air detectors”. As long as the air is a little polluted, they will disappear automatically. Today we see them hanging in groups on trees, dancing their white and soft beards happily. Only when we come here can we really get the natural “oxygen bar”.
As soon as I looked up, I found a group of yaks wagging their tails and slowly coming. If no one else was walking across the road in front of the visitors, they would walk to the lawn nearby and graze leisurely. Bees buzzing, butterflies of all sizes flying around, telling flowers what they are…
Ducks play carelessly, horses graze comfortably, wagging their tails from time to time, but they do not move. In this wonderful “kingdom”, these “kings” and “princesses” are also intoxicated!
I have traveled many countries. Is this the “Land of Ranches” Netherlands? No, it’s not as elegant as here. Is this Switzerland in Hiking Heaven? No, it’s not as pure as here. Is this France, the Romantic Capital? No, it’s not natural here…
I have read many books, but at this time I can’t find the right words to sing out my heart’s words.
What a wonderful summer! In the vast world, there are several such summers! I think Tao Yuanming’s Peach Blossom Source is just like that!
It’s hard to find a better summer than this! There’s no heat, no noise, no busyness… Some are just spiritual tranquility and joy of life, accompanied by a spiritual baptism! All miscellaneous thoughts are dispersed by the breeze, steamed by the sun, and carried far by the lake water…
Visitors in the distance strolled sparsely. Reflected in the afterglow of the sunset, those blooming flowers sway with the wind… Human beings are just the embellishment of nature… The shaking of the invisible soul can not be expressed in words…
Grasslands, basins, lakes… All covered in a golden veil. Walking at the end of the trestle, I can only sincerely sigh: Heaven, but also so!

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