Beautiful Prose in Dream Town

Mount Sedila hugged each other hand in hand,

Nangarbawa guards each other.

The spring breeze scattered the clouds in the mountains and made me drunk;

Summer melts the water in the snow-capped mountains and awakens the blooming flowers;

Autumn is red and blue, and the ripe fruit is sweet;

Winter snow draws a fairy tale world, wrapped in trees and invisible.

Holy and quiet, where immortals live;

The land of dreams, Lulang.

People who have been to Lulang believe that you never want a Swiss town again.

Beauty lies in the depths. To discover the beauty of Lulang, we need to go through a hard and beautiful road. If you come from Linzhi, first of all, you should feel the beauty of "southern Tibet", especially in the season when thousands of old trees are in bloom. Then you can climb eastward along the 3 18 national road. First of all, you can climb all the way over the colorful Lake Lulang. If you are lucky, you can see the azaleas waving to you at an altitude of more than 4000 meters. If you are lucky, you can see the south in the depths of white clouds at the mouth of Sejila Mountain at an altitude of 4,728 meters. If you come from Changdu, you will always pass by the mysterious and quiet Ranwu Lake, overlook the Midui Glacier, walk along Palong Zangbu, cross Tongmai Bridge along the 3 18 National Road, and then walk for a natural barrier to reach the town.

Now, you can begin to experience the beauty of Lulang town. Lulang's Tibetan language is "Dragon King Valley", which is also called "the place where immortals live" or "people don't want to be at home". The four seasons here change like a picture, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will make people feel like a dream.

In spring, when Sejila Mountain is still covered with snow, the grass here begins to turn green and all kinds of flowers are in bud. Spruce, pine and cypress, which grow in fog, also wake up in the breath of spring, and stand upright one after another, adding a quiet and mystery to the spring of grassland.

In summer, the grassland in the forest becomes a meadow full of flowers, more like a sea of flowers. On the pasture in Lulanggou, flowers are in full bloom, not just flowers, but thousands of flowers are in full bloom. There are winding streams, running water, primroses and asters everywhere ... please forgive my knowledge of plants, but I can't name those flowers. Flowers and grass are not only colorful, like thousands of colors, you can choose. The surrounding snow-capped mountains and forests, as well as the blue sky, white clouds, sunshine and streams, especially the breeze full of flowers, are fascinating and difficult to wake up. The horses, cattle and sheep in the sea of flowers always seem to be looking for the most delicious grass and the sweetest flowers. They pick and choose, but they don't like to eat. Instead, they stroll leisurely in the sea of flowers, look up at us uninvited guests from time to time and scream happily. We seem to be infected, always looking for more beautiful flowers, and unconsciously went deep into the pasture. Yes People have been sitting in the flowers, just silently watching, smelling and drinking, making it late and refusing to leave. At this moment, we feel the same way, and we have dedicated our souls to this situation.

In autumn, the whole Lulang is colorful and the forest is dyed. Every household on the grassland has a fragrant courtyard. At this time, not only your eyes are not enough, but also your nose, your mouth and your stomach will not be able to rest.

In winter, the forest is white, the grassland is white, the town is white, the flag on the roof is light, the smoke is curling, and the sunshine is more transparent and warm, as if you were in a fairy tale world.

My soul leads the lake in the town. I don't know when a pure lake appeared at one end of the town. At dawn, the breeze blows gently and the lake is like a mirror. The white clouds on the mountainside, the local customs of the town, the Tibetan courtyard, the early birds and the slowly rising smoke are all reflected in the mirror. I couldn't hear a sound in my ears, and I couldn't bear to destroy this tranquility, quietly turning the photo into silence. The mani pile by the lake, watching quietly, always wants to add a stone and add good luck.

I dreamed of the changes around the town. At first, it was very unpretentious here. Slowly, more people came. A five-star hotel is built next to Tibetan-style houses to create an "Oriental Switzerland" town. Although it retains the Tibetan style, it still misses the original Swiss town.

I miss the delicious food in town. From the beginning, I liked the stone pot chicken in town. In the stone pot, I cooked tibetan chicken, Panax japonicus, Tibetan Fritillaria, Lily and Lycium barbarum with the stream flowing down from the snow-capped mountain, and put some Tricholoma matsutake unique to Linzhi forest, as well as various wild mushrooms, plus some plateau vegetables and tofu. That taste is not as good as the delicious food on earth, but it is eaten by immortals. There are too many stone pot chickens now, and there are few in tibetan chicken. The stream is impure, but the fragrance is still there. Since then, I have hot pot sequelae on my tongue. I always feel depressed when I think of stone pot chicken and eat other hot pot.

I admire the culture of this town. Influenced by Tibetan Buddhism, white hada is hung everywhere, the prayer tube rotates gently, the prayer flags flutter and the sound is recited. The scenes of life in Xanadu, the pure enthusiasm of the Tibetan people, the Tibetan dance that you jump when you say it, and the Tibetan songs that you rap are all telling you that I am going to Tibet, the plateau and here. This is where you don't want to go home.

It can not only shock people's hearts, but also make them quiet and haunted. Lulang, my dream land.

Beijing 201February 6, 7