Everyone has a dream to travel, looking at both sides of the scenery, clear. Stop and go, look tired lying down in the sun, look tired to a change of scenery. Perhaps, can encounter a look of love in the corner. Two strangers, from two different cities, there is no noise, no prejudice, not doping any earthly handwriting.
Like a man who was drunk or dreaming
The way it works
Seems I was in trouble
wasnt the first to write
Laugh it off
Give yourself credit for
Grasp today, tomorrow harvest
part about this particular gemstone
Keeping these ideas
Everything'll be all right
Sometimes, it is inexplicable irritability, want to escape the familiar place, avoid the familiar people. Don't know why. Everything is not tired of the familiar, may stay in one place for too long, breathing the air become dirty, the sand is always fall into the eyes. Also don't know, from what time, travel became my dream, becomes the seed falls on the apical, I want to give up its growth, but it did tenacious like the desert cactus, the sharp thorns, think feel stab pain.
The bird longing for the blue sky and white clouds, the fish longing for the sea and beach. And I'm longing for the outside world, all escape the familiar, I think I can be free. At that time, the wide sea diving, the days of high Niaofei, have no what can bind me. Free, everyone in the waiting, just waiting for an opportunity, and then took a long ago packed luggage, starting.
Where to go? I would have wanted to good, go to call it spring city Kunming, no cold, no heat, have a look can open a lot of flowers, a few days Kunming twelfth lunar month without fur days, every day a cup of tea, taste the four seasons such as spring. And then go west, to Dali.
Dali is a lot of people dream place, also contains a number of romantic story, I also look forward to have a can happen to me, even if my story was made into specimens. Walking in the ancient city of Dali, footsteps, the breakdown of old times, full loaded eyes frame. And then to Erhai, perhaps the love is in the Erhai Lake side waiting, perhaps the story happening.
Then, to Shangri-La, heard from heaven recent place. The night sky, have a look, maybe the moon the moon more beautiful city. Walking in the sun during the day, stepping on the flagstone Road, do not know the tea horse ancient road and did not leave once footprint, thick but not vicissitudes. Follow the footprints step by step, may also find that not far away figure.
Look at the scenery along the way, the nature of past experience, bit by bit, into my life. I'm just scenery hastily walking people, even if occasionally a trace, also will be time dilute. A road landscape is dotted with my life colorful.
I think, I have everything I can see, any a breathtaking scenery. But it is this beautiful scenery let me to choose, at a loss. So, I can only continue to walk, to open a variety of colors of flowers, Erhai, the tea horse ancient road, in the heart.
More walk more peaceful. I know that I was to the Holy Tibet. Highland barley wine, butter tea, attracted me to speed up the pace of. The way Ge Sanghua, grand opening, as in a welcome me. I turn round the mountain water pagoda, everything so divine. The rotation of the round, let me be peaceful. Rotation, rotation, not because of the crowd and irritable.
Early in the morning bell. Hand to clear your mind, and then go to Potala Palace, not join by, but with the unprecedented piety. Creeping, kowtow. When a body wash Qianhua, will return.
I know, I will walk along this road. This is my dream, a dream of travel.
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