Essay on the opposite side of double gallery height

I went to Shuanglang Ancient Town in Dali, which is difficult to understand.

By the end of the speech, I was already very weak. When I lay down to take oxygen, my temples and forehead ached.

For the first time in my life, I felt a headache, the feeling of weak breathing, but when I took a breath, it suddenly hurt.

It's too uncomfortable.

Fortunately, I woke up in the middle of the night and my symptoms eased.

Write down a few strokes.

The feeling of coming to Dali is definitely different from that of Qinghai.

It may be that Dali is too warm to swallow. The sun is shining, flowers are blooming, and the sun is long but not oppressive.

This is completely different from sitting in no man's land for seven hours.

No man's land is cold, and weeds will not grow in the fierce natural environment.

Like light and clouds near Elysium.

The ethereal voice of Buddhists in the distance and the fantasy of flying in the sky gave me a profound feeling and an imaginative imagination.

Related to the field of natural ecological creation.

Qinghai is a strange place, enough for vast expanse, but every place has a religious flavor.

When I understand why religious beliefs call me in a bad environment, I also understand why believers here are so devout.

Dali is much milder, and neither Nanzhao nor Dali gave me a sense of urgency.

It feels like a city of love.

I miss being here alone, and facing Cangshan Lake and Erhai Lake, my style has improved a lot in an instant.

It's quite tolerant here.

And I also deeply realized that compared with Nanzhao Dali, where the spring city is full of flowers, becoming attached to some people is the real decompression and blooming.

He's here. This is Dali.

Dali is too gentle.

Flowers are everywhere, the cordate telosma on the roadside is fresh and fragrant, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

All my thoughts are distant and clear in this pleasant landscape.

Distant mountains are like wearing, and white clouds are pale dogs.

Every place has your shadow, blurred in the mirror-still time.

Standing on the edge of Erhai Lake, I was also condensed by this gentle scenery, and I was faint into smoke.

Everyone comes into this world because of the call of love. Nature loves you, time loves you and the universe loves you.

Nature is the last tolerance in this world. If you feel unloved, get in touch with nature.

Flowers, trees, mountains and lakes kiss you, hug you, and experience the ultimate rich love in a way that heals your senses and mind.

Please believe that everyone's arrival is a call of love.

Love yourself, you deserve it.