The heart of Yunnan is printed with beautiful words.

The heart of Yunnan is printed with beautiful words.

The first pure travel destination in my life is Yunnan, which is located in the southwest of China, bordering Sichuan in the north, Laos and Vietnam in the south, Myanmar in the west and southwest, Tibet in the northwest, Guizhou and Guangxi in the east, and belongs to the low latitude plateau. The special geographical environment has created her wonderful landscapes, strange nationalities and strange products. I can't help but indulge in her beautiful stories and feelings. ...

The first stop to Yunnan is Kunming, which is a day in April. The first feeling of the plane landing is the warmth of breathing, and then it flows into every cell of the body. Although the hour hand has passed twenty-three o'clock, the street is still crowded. They are in twos and threes, leisurely and quiet, whispering, scattered among the trees and grass.

The first trip after entering Yunnan is to take a bus to Lijiang via Dali. After boarding the bus and sitting down, I look forward to the waters called 800 miles Dianchi Lake. Because of the reclamation around the lake in history, she is no longer worthy of the name, but it is still invisible at a glance. Her surprise is that the entrance is low and the exit is high. Since ancient times, the spring city of Kunming has been polished. Further west, we saw the ochre red land among the green trees, trees and grass, or the ochre red high and low earth mountains. We call her "Tushan" because we can't see rocks and there are thick soil layers. There are almost no people in the mountains, but traces of people can be seen vaguely: whether it is the bottom of the valley or the top of the mountain, whether it is the sunny slope or the ravine. They regard land as a treasure, and every inch of land is precious.

Between the mountains, from time to time, pieces of houses pass by with the windows. White walls, dark gray tiles, cornices and horns are tall and straight, like Tibetan folk villages, gathering in the silence near mountains and rivers. In my thoughts, I entered Dali. "Dali" is the Dali kingdom in the Journey to the West deep in my memory, and my fair lady danced gracefully among the branches of the plant kingdom. In front of Dali, along the direction of the mountain and the direction of the water, it is located on the shore of Erhai Lake at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. In the distance, the gray-blue mountains with different shades are like a freehand brushwork picture scroll, towering and standing, with firm mountain vein and towering peaks. Clouds and mist are lingering between Shan Ye, all over the mountains, winding around the trunks and branches of trees, just like a fairyland on earth, and the gas field is compelling! The straightness of Cangshan Mountain, the origin of Erhai Lake and the confusion of the sea of clouds all indicate that this is the residence of immortals and a paradise on earth.

Alas, we have been loaded into Panshan Road by bus. This winding and rugged road was built halfway up the mountain. Looking down bravely, it is Erhai Lake, as quiet as a shy girl, and floating clouds lingering among the mountains. The car is obviously driving above the clouds! Just like a slogan in Yunnan: a place where you can reach out and touch the white clouds and whisper to the mountains sideways.

Lijiang, the 800-year-old city, Dongba culture and Yulong Snow Mountain, is getting closer and closer. Yulong Snow Mountain is the closest existing snow mountain to the city. Standing in the city center, looking north, you can vaguely see the snow-capped Yulong Peak. The scene in the field of vision is a bit disappointing. The snow-capped mountain in my mind is obviously a snowy glacier world, but it is not pure. The answer I got from the tour guide is that the snow line is rising year by year, which is the result of global warming. Although the snow line is rising, Yulong Snow Mountain is still fascinating: it is like a natural barrier, with an altitude of more than 5,500 meters towering into the sky, sacred and beautiful, and no one can conquer it so far. Unreachable and unpredictable, it adds to her greatness out of thin air. Living at the foot of the mountain, the frontier ethnic minorities have relied on Yulong Snow Mountain for survival and livelihood for generations. Snow Mountain is the supreme god in their hearts, protecting the people here from generation to generation. Therefore, people here worship, fear, cherish and blend in with nature. They give life and soul to heaven and earth, mountains and rivers and trees.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountains, along with the beat of Impression Lijiang, we visited the ancient tea-horse road, the live performances directed by Zhang Yimou and Wang Chaoge with the snow-capped mountains as the background, and the original ecological retelling of local minority farmers' actors ... You can't help being immersed in deep, simple and tragic heroism, and your eyes are dancing: men gather horses for a living expedition and drag camels on the cliff with rulers. While picking tea and farming to take care of the old and the young, women prayed devoutly to the snow-capped mountains and prayed for the safe survival of men. Once the bell of the return rings, it will be a song and dance, a drunken dream, a rebirth and resurrection ... They say that they are descendants of God, and they are called daily promises and land promises! They bowed down to the snow-capped mountains and thanked the mountain gods for their blessing!

In this way, day after day, year after year, they nourish and nurture the descendants of the Chinese nation, accumulating and creating the eternal culture of the frontier ethnic minorities.

Facing Mount Everest and Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, I bow down in my heart and pray for good deeds and rewards. All those who love me and those I love are safe and happy! They are the pillars of my life, the support of my emotions, the comfort nest of my soul, and the sunshine, air, water and soil on which I live. No matter how the world changes, since you have walked in the world once, you should pray for peace and prosperity with your heart.

After another bump between the mountains, we arrived at the Stone Forest. At this time, the hour hand points to 4 pm, and the stone forest in the evening is quiet and deep. Her strange stone shape is a wonderful pen. The strangeness of her stones lies in the shape and distribution of "stone trees". Their coloring is mainly gray, and all the stone trees rise neatly, which is obviously a portrayal of planting mysterious seeds in the depths of the earth's crust. They embrace each other in clusters and are connected by a thread. They also have a * * * character, that is, each stone has its own green environment at the foot, which is far-reaching, quiet and abrupt than the green of Shichahai written by Zhu Ziqing.

After another cloud cleared, we landed in the beautiful Xishuangbanna. She is close to Burma. Broad-leaved trees are an important symbol of tropical rain forest in my mind. Indeed, a banana leaf is enough to make one or two big beds. I have never seen such a big leaf. Surprisingly, only in terms of plant species, the difference between North and South is so great. The bamboo promenade set up by the ingenious Banna people on the waist of the rolling mountains leads my thoughts to wander in the dense and deep forest valley, and all kinds of high and low green cover the sky. The rattan wrapped in the towering forest shows the gentle "plant yoga" in the south to the tourists jumping on the bamboo path.

Banna reminds me of an idiom: a touch of stone turns into gold, but this is a land of feng shui, and every inch of land contains unbearable vitality and vitality: as long as I give a ray of sunshine, I will be green.

Nature is the root and source. Let's respect her, love her, care for her, be kind to her and live with her.