The vast clouds and the sea of Yuxiu Laoshan

Following the G345 National Highway, towards the direction of the Dieki, the Town of Lixing first welcomed the brilliant morning glow in Zhouqu County. The row of shops, clean and tidy streets, and the small towns of Cheshui Malong raised the rolling door in the morning light. The taste of the market is also the taste of human feelings, and the taste of humanity pushes the humanistic feelings to a climax. Bai Longjiang flows across the two sides of the strait, and people who sweat like rain are making everything better. On this gorgeous Bai Longjiang style line, the vertical sections are on the body.

Deep in the noisy town, it hidden the entrance to the heavenly world. It passed through the Gate of Lahuangshan, and the car walked in the thick shade of the green trees. A narrow waterfall splashed a grain of transparent pearls. In the sound of water and birds, after beautiful and quiet, the trees are lush, the mountain roads are winding, the highway is smooth and smooth, the air is gradually thorough, and the wind spins in the mountains. deep. The world in the back mirror is empty and lonely, not only the scenery behind it, but also endless depression. Before thinking about and emotion, the whole person was swallowed by the clouds, and the temperature reminded the altitude. There was a horse hanging bells and waiting for the cow and sheep to get up.

The villages of the Tibetans can be seen from far away, and prayer and prayer have places where they can be sublimated. The Baita of Laiba Mountain stood in the clouds and hugged the wind, rain, rain and snow in her arms. Everything in the world seemed to have nothing to do with it. Reflection of Buddha light into a new weather, and the roof of every household has a bright red flag.

Gesar's palace is built in a pure white cloud, and the palace changes with the shape of the cloud.

The water grass's fat valley attracts God's footprints, God's footsteps, and God's expression is sad. God cannot put everything down, but people can stay here forever. La Yishan, which was taught by tenderness, has a graceful legend. The loyalty and simplicity of the Tibetans are not only imprinted on the grotto on the mountain wall. , Blow all the disturbances.

After thousands of years, the buds of the spring of the Laupi Mountain opened the mountain flowers in the midsummer. The mountains of the mountains were all over the mountains. Change always happen quietly, eliminate poverty, create new life, and bring people happiness, of course, it is not omnipotent God.

La Yin Village was lingering in the clouds and fingertips, sitting at the fingertips of the mountain.

Standing on the edge of the village, across the deep valley, looking at the mountains in the distance, the moment of silence, the season when all things grow, the dark green is covered with light green, the light green transitions to the blue, the wind rolls up, and the wind rolls up. Baiyun, blowing ripple -like folds. The wind with a scent of flowers, mixed with the bitterness of grass, the natural smell chased a group of bee butterflies, and the butterfly jumped between the candle torch of the temple. The Holy Sound of the chanting was blown by the wind to the foot of the mountain, and the beautiful Jendi Village was lying on the banks of Bai Longjiang.

The lake reflects the shadow of cattle and sheep, and also describes a pure world against clouds and sky. Here, all the legends have a specific look, so that you believe that Gesar's war horses bleed the muscles and flesh into the veins of the mountain, and the dense mane turns into the pavilion of the mountains, and this gentleness and transparency It must be the tears at the bottom of the war horse, which is transformed into the sadness of the owner of the forever. The lake frozen the edges in winter, like a gorgeous diamond reflecting the sunlight at noon. The mirror in the east of the boat is inlaid in the center of the La Ling Mountain. In a more bright direction.

A more bright direction is where the sun is gone. The snow on the top of the mountain does not turn, and there is still infinite light in the mountains. The thick clouds block the world below two kilometers. The grassland on the top of the mountain is lush on the grass. The narrow road will lead the pedestrian to the surrounding edge, but it is found that another new, green world appears. The Tibetan cattle and sheep rested on the road at will, aimed at the aimless place to eat green grass, with innocent eyes and leisurely movements. They got up and walked, chewing, and looking farther, the lush mountain forest made the sound of birds, and the sky passed through one. Only the huge eagle, its claws almost fell on the shortest tree.

The cloud still changes the posture, and is still walking in the place where the tentacles can be. A woman holding a SLR passed through and aimed at the whistling mountain breeze. A cloud happened to be disrupted. If anyone wants to look at the wind, then her lens is full of wind.

The wet myth echoed in the forest, and there are countless treasures growing in the soil. Thousands of precious plants are growing quietly, and countless enthusiastic feelings have emerged in silence and silent. The brave ancestors stepped out of a muddy mountain road and wanted to bring to a higher place.

When all the bumps become a way, the mysterious Laupou Mountain is glowing with a new vitality between the green mountains and the water. The hard -working road is measured. There is no shortcut mountain road. Of course, people must climb. The gods who conquer the mountains are gone, and wealth and happiness have always rely on people's hands to reach.

I looked at the mountains, and the mountain was looking at me. The mountain was in front of me, but I was in the heart of the mountain. The children who grew up in the mountains were used to the mountain, but they were still shocked and touched by the mountain. Children growing in the mountains often put the mountain in the dream, and the green mountains in this dream spread the feelings to the world all the time. The beauty and lushness are gradually dull in the light of winter, and will have infinite passion and brilliance in the spring of the next year. In the summer of the beginning, the cool rain often fell, crackling on the surface of the river, the rain also fell on the towering mountains, falling on the gentle lake, people at the foot of the mountain looked up at the sky, and rushed to the top of the mountain. I see how charming Qingshan, and the green mountains should be the same.

People and mountains stood face to face, and people worshiped at the foot of the mountain, and the mountain tightened people. The calm wind blew the first snowflake, and the creatures of the grass field poked their heads out of the cave in the night. The fertile soil breeds an outstanding soul. The strong horses will turn the camel in the warmer place in the future. Essence

The beautiful La Yushan still sat in the heart nest of the beginning, like a piece of jade, emitting a slightly blue light.

Photo: Feng Xiaohong's strict heart

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