The last sunset fell on the lake. The blue waves sparkled with golden light.
The sunset glow reflects the smile. Fishing boats quietly harvest their dreams.
I saw it. At the junction of water and sky, one cloud is holding another. One huge wave is beating against another. The song came from a distance. This is euphemistic and fantastic.
Fish shuttled up and down one by one. Passion flies. It is approaching. Gulls suddenly swept sideways to the surface of the water, splashing everywhere, flapping their powerful wings and shooting into the distant sky like arrows.
In the distance, the mountainous western hills are full of mystery.
The forest is dense. Many simple mountain flowers are beautiful. On that sentimental night, they quietly bloomed in a holy way.
The flowers are everywhere.
Is this sleeping beauty? In the sparkling shadow, those who are looking for beauty stop by the lake. The beautiful scenery in front of them makes them feel grateful and linger.
At the moment, the fishing boat singing late is passing gently. In the cabin, the fat fish and shrimp live out the feelings that people have been sleeping for a long time.
I see. The fishermen's faces are brimming with happiness. They reap love and set free freedom and hope.
This lake is very big. The waves are splashing. A storm is coming!
A golden horse jumped out of the lake. It is radiant and resplendent. In an instant, its soaring majestic posture lit up the whole sky.
At this moment, the Buddha's light flashed over Dianchi Lake, the auspicious clouds were densely covered, the golden horse passed by, the spring breeze turned into rain, and everything recovered. I saw a bird flying freely-
The world Expo
The midday sun is still so warm. At this moment, I am moved by the endless beauty of Kunming World Expo Park.
A flower affects my feelings.
Walking in colorful light waves. Those noble flowers are blessing me. Their full enthusiasm inspires me and warms everything.
The fragrance of flowers penetrated into my bone marrow inch by inch. Like the sunshine in June. What illuminates me is destiny takes a hand. We shouldn't be the kind of men who lack salt and calcium.
I come from the distant Ili grassland. There, grass is everywhere, flowers are fragrant, and the sun is just as warm.
But at the moment, I walk from one exhibition hall to another, from one park to another. Here, the world seems small, and people's hearts seem big. At that moment, I saw all the scenery was so brilliant, and all my faces were filled with happiness.
Colorful.
In the Expo Park, in front of a golden rich tree, I left a tired figure and all the tranquility.
stone forest
Just like two birds with the same life. Fly slowly into the forest.
The ancient wind blows. Distant thoughts are fixed into eternity.
Wild azaleas are full of passion, like a flame. At the moment of burning, all life was illuminated by her.
Or ... We hugged each other in flames. Awaken the long-lost soul. Let every love string in the depths of the earth play happy notes.
I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me. At this moment, the happy sunshine lit up me and the whole stone forest.
Thoughts dance with the wind. Like a lark flying freely in the sky.
A beautiful bird accompanied me. She is kind and simple. She looks confused. Is gathering happiness or parting sadness?
In the distance, beautiful myths can only be buried deep in my heart. I know. The season is ruthless. Flowers bloom and fall. The sun will rise as usual.
Is that a pain that will never linger in my heart?
Walking in the center of the stone forest, the pulse of the earth beats me. Those ancient myths gradually became clear. Desolate songs travel through time and space, cutting my thoughts inch by inch. Memories bleached by years are intermittent. Deep attachment, seems speechless.
Not far away, Ashima came to me step by step. She walked heavily, looked gloomy, and her beautiful eyes were full of sadness.
oh Ashma. Who have you been watching for thousands of years?
At this moment, walking in the sunset in the south of the Yangtze River, the warm wind gently blows my skirt, and a silent pain permeates my whole body, as if I had been electrocuted. I know those pure hearts are eternal.
I know. In the distant sky. In the deepest part of history. They always shine with charming brilliance-
South of colorful clouds
South of the colorful clouds is a beautiful and mysterious place.
Looking from a distance, I saw the gods flying freely.
Mountain peaks are connected, forests are densely covered, waterfalls and springs flow, and above the mountain peaks, one colorful cloud chases another, and one emotion collides with another.
Ancient myths blossom everywhere. Beautiful seeds are scattered all over the hills. Primrose is bright in my field of vision. Golden horse gallops. Bridget dances. At that moment, all the passions were reveling.
I was moved by this fantastic emotion. I feel relaxed and happy. I feel as if I have entered a paradise on earth. Fengzhu is swaying and colorful. Golden proud as a peacock, with colorful tail feathers. Snow mountain is sacred and mysterious. The clear spring echoed with the sound of life.
Oh, south of the colorful clouds. In this beautiful place. Lost souls will be comforted by the gods. Broken love can find a happy home-
Walking on the colorful land of Yunnan, my heavy heart gradually cleared up.
In the valley, those winds are warm, the grass is lush, the flowers are in full bloom, and many birds come and go in a hurry.
I am also a bird that comes and goes in a hurry. In Cai Yun's hometown of Yunnan, I feel beautiful with a holy heart and sweet love.
I know. All love is beautiful.
The night of revelry is gone. I know. Passionate beauty of Peng Pai, unforgettable love, cool breeze and fragrant flowers have been deeply branded into my blood.
But at the moment, the beautiful magnolia is full of fragrance.
Take a walk on the streets of Kunming
A gust of wind suddenly struck. I saw a blooming flower dying.
She recalled the past when she was young and wept silently for her dying fate. I know that life is long, and happiness or misfortune are common things.
In that season, in the ancient city of Kunming, all the flowers were in full bloom. They come quietly and go quietly. Quality comes and goes clean. Life withers and the soul lives forever.
The air is full of flowers.
The smell is overflowing. It's beautiful.
They decorated the city with their own beauty. They also decorate our lives. Those passers-by who come and go in a hurry. Those eyes that yearn for beauty are frozen into eternity at this moment.
Walking in the street. Walking in the bustling crowd. You will feel the sunshine. Birds are blooming. The charm of this city nourishes me. My mind was drowned by the crowd.
These flowers smell good. Autumn wind is full of petals of love.
It is said that Kunming is a city with four seasons like spring. Besides flowers everywhere, it is also full of warmth and romance.
On that pedestrian street, I really felt the romance of the ancient city and the south. Maybe this used to be a place of passion? The moonlight is melting. People dance and sing. True feelings are colored here. One by one. Those love letters covered every alley-
As night falls, neon lights shine with charming brilliance. Here comes the breeze. People are talking about it. The flowers are swaying. The noisy city seems intoxicated. I know. In Kunming, a beautiful ancient city, chasing the moon with colorful clouds is definitely another scene.
I heard the story of crossing the bridge rice noodles a long time ago.
Walking in an ancient legend, I was intoxicated by the stars. Perhaps, true love is like this. No storm can destroy it.
That warm night. At the Jinmabi Chicken House. In a century-old shop. I am eating Tianjin rice noodles, while quietly chewing happiness.
I know. In that season, the golden splendor was the most beautiful scenery in Kunming-
On the way to go to dali.
Go to dali is a very accidental thing.
That autumn, the sky was high and the clouds were light. The sunshine is particularly warm. Many flowers are in full bloom. Some unknown birds accompanied us away from-
Night is falling slowly. We are driving on the road in go to dali.
The bus runs at a high speed. The roaring motor broke the silence of the night. A leaf falls slowly. It was blown away by the wind in an instant.
The mountains in the distance are blurred. How many mysteries are hidden in the rolling peaks?
I looked at the deep night sky and imagined what Dali was like.
There is no doubt that wind, flowers and snow are symbols of Dali. The three pagodas dedicated to saints are obviously symbols of Dali. Erhai Lake is blue and blue, cleaning up the echo of life. Cangshan is speechless. The brow is full of vicissitudes of years. The story of butterfly spring and Jinhua intoxicated us-
The bus is still speeding. The travelers are asleep. Occasionally I see sweet snoring in my dream. The night is already very thick. At this moment, the earth is unusually quiet. Only the howling wind is still pounding my distant memory.
In the distance. Lightning is fleeting.
At that moment, the mountain forest illuminated by lightning was beautiful. The old trees are dancing and the camellia is swaying. Are they chasing their long-lost dreams?
The storm struck suddenly. Countless raindrops crackled on the window. Clusters of azaleas were shot down by rain. Falling petals, blowing in the wind.
On the branch. The last flower is lonely and helpless. Her eyes were full of tears-
The moon has risen. The night sky hit by the storm is clearer.
I know. Dali must be a romantic place. Life shines there. The passion will get stronger and stronger-
Rowing in Erhai Lake
In Dali, the blue Erhai Lake aroused my feelings.
Looking from a distance, the smoke is vast, the autumn water is clear, and the soft waves beat me. Those ancient myths and memories that are drifting away are now blown away by the wind.
Love in the lake is warm and bright. The sun is full of passion. Seagulls are playing. Their affectionate eyes are moving.
Many flowers bloom quietly. Many flowers fall silently. Finally, the true feelings branch independently. Who made it so helpless? That season. Unforgettable love is deep in my blood.
Not far. A flock of red-billed gulls are swimming towards me. They spread their happy wings. They once jumped into the bottom of the lake. Another time they washed away like arrows-
The night is already dark. The bright moon is in the sky, and the blue waves are boundless. At this time, the lake is very quiet. I saw two lovestruck birds snuggling up to each other. A bird shakes its mouth and gently combs the feathers of another bird. They are affectionate and deeply in love with each other
Oh, please don't disturb their spring dreams. Do you know that?/You know what?
In the far south of China, in the moonlight shining Erhai Lake, this is a beautiful scenery.
belleville spring
The season of flowers. I met butterfly spring quietly.
In Dali, in the fragrant evening, the sun is still warm, flowers are everywhere, and many butterflies are dancing.
Xu Lai is a breeze. The spring water flows quietly. Euphemistic birdsong conveys my deep blessing. Countless colorful butterflies are flying, carnival, clusters, pieces. Passionate and colorful. Like a starry night sky.
Oh, these spirits of the earth. They are chasing, playing and carefree, as if happiness is their eternal theme.
The ancient acacia gives off an attractive fragrance. Under the greenwood tree, the spring water looks purer. The few entrances are refreshing.
I was moved by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The exhaustion of life vanished in an instant.
This quiet path leads all the way to the distance.
In the distance, the grass in my hometown has withered. The water, sunshine, valleys and grasslands that feed us are being hit by snowstorms at the moment. I know all the grass will wither. All life will go to eternity-
But at this moment, walking in front of Cangshan Mountain, the beauty everywhere shocked me and all creatures. Clear water, dancing butterflies, the scenery reflected by mountain flowers and colorful butterflies light up the whole ancient city of Dali.
Under the peak of the cloud, the amorous red cuckoo is quietly dressing herself up.
Butterfly spring is crystal clear. I saw it. The beautiful image of the golden flower makes the scenery beautiful.
Travel all over Cangshan looking for Jinhua. Jinhua is a sister!
Oh, I know. This story has been told for a long time-
At the moment, Cangshan is still standing there with deep eyes. A group of people who pursue beauty have gone through hardships and never stopped.
A flash of lightning lit up their heavy backs.
That season. All dreams are frozen.
All people are fixed in eternity-