If I hadn't met you, I would still be struggling in the fence of the red dust; if it hadn't been for you, I would not have known that there was such a pure land in the world, pure, peaceful and far away from the dust; if I hadn't met you, I would have lost myself in the confusion and pursuit, how could I find my own spiritual home?

 I have been shackled in the secular world for too long, so long that I forget myself; until I suddenly look back and look at the lamplight in the shadows: you, wearing white feathers, are slowly approaching me - Balagozhong, in the chaotic and confused world, fortunately, you; if not for you, I think I will never be complete......

 A clear breeze and a bright moon --- Laugh at the vicissitudes of the world

Where to meet you, the deep valley of Shangri-La Grand Canyon seems never to be able to reach you, but only let me meet, let me have the privilege to witness your beautiful beauty, your steep and dangerous. The huge wall falls straight into the river, as if listening to the ancient voice in silence.

No one can disturb you, not even the amber-like quiet running water between the two mountains. Flowing water is so quiet, as if even the deepest years can't stir up half of its lines, but it clearly still flows in endless life, passing through a long period of time, accompanied by the absolute wall standing on both sides - originally, everything can be so peaceful, so quiet, so I can't help but hold a handful of clear streams, taste the taste of flowing years; Take a corner to reflect your brilliance and harvest the charm of the whole life.

  Silence in samsara, rebirth in flames - only for peace on earth

  Where to encounter you, the thousand-year Phoenix Bodhi Tree bathed in the wind and rain, you have traveled through thousands of years, but there is no trace of fatigue of dust-laden. In that way, leaning against the cliff, on the magical land of Paragzong, it was lush and vigorous, as if it were a dialogue with history. What are you talking about?

 Whether it's the nirvana of 500 years, or the unrepentant in the raging fire, which is to exchange life for human happiness and peace, the love and greatness of freeing people from guilt, or the sadness of thousands of years, I don't know, I think you don't care. What you care about is clearly the misery and happiness of the world, the ups and downs of the vicissitudes of life. Maybe you have never been yourself, and there are only compassionate feelings, and add a happy tenderness for the flourishing age!

  WU Ling Peach Garden, How to Seek Eastern Eden --- Return to the Paradise of the World

  Where to meet you, in the dream of isolation, King Gesar of Letu Batang village abandoned the competition for power for you and ran all over the mountains and rivers of Kangba District in order to find your beautiful image. You stand quietly in the morning fog, diffuse in the mountains, let the years wash away the dust of history, but so quietly enjoy peace;

  You just like that, immersed in the fragrance of flowers, chasing in the countryside, let several Tibetans here step by step away from the world, leaving behind a mysterious figure to the world, releasing magic, attracting guests from afar to explore here. See them lose in intoxication, shake in loss, find themselves in shake, and finally, get redemption. It turns out that this is a Utopia in dreams, a garden of Eden that people are searching for. Without you, there will be no return to the true touching.

  Cut a section of mountains and rivers, leave a section of mist - return to the original beauty

Where to meet you, the vast and magnificent Gezong Snow Mountain, you are so pure, so quiet, so far-reaching, so elusive. Perhaps only the flag of the wind and horse in the mountains can interpret your deep soul, and only the high Mani pile can understand your joy and anger - no, you have no joy and anger, you only have a noble duty, that is, to guard the people under the mountains. When the morning sun rises high, you once again put on a sundress, polar rippling ice-eroded lakes can not help but retain your fluttering posture, snowy mountains, the secluded rivers and springs can not help singing for you; when the clouds surround, you appear so far-reaching mood, the sky appears as the palace of heaven and gods.

  Baptism to the body and mind, clarity to the sky - to find the most real me

  Where to encounter you, the towering Shambala Tower. The simple and kind Tibetan people regard you as a good harbor in their hearts. You stand tall and look down on people like that, on the unchanging pilgrimage road for thousands of years. Sweat drops on the road, tired writing in the face of countless people, but they are still, no complaints and no regrets! Because they are convinced that suffering in exchange for the ultimate peace, tired after that is quiet and peaceful. They believe that the spiritual Songzanlin Temple is not far ahead.

  Beautiful Balagozhong, sacred Balagozhong, I would like to greet you even in my sleep - in the Tibetan Eco-hotel of Balagozhong, with the night, through the haze, I am still looking deeply at your distant figure, recalling your distant, sketching your outline in my mind - that is the most beautiful picture in my heart, the most charming. Poetry...

  Ah, Balagozhong, tomorrow morning, I will wake up from my sleep and see you for the first time. I can't help but begin to fantasize about you in the clouds, your faint beauty, your magnificence and affection, your holiness and seclusion, and your feet when the first rosy clouds are mapped on you.