Seeing such a beautiful scenery, the group couldn't help but run and shout loudly, and the excitement in their voices was undisguised.

Hu Yang looked at their excited appearance, and his expression was in a trance.

There seemed to be a shadow who was thinking about him day and night on the surface of the lake and looked at him with a smile.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, but she drifted away, shaking her head at herself, the more blurred it became.

He opened his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound anyway.

A look of loss climbed up the poplar's face.

Taking a deep breath, a strange fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, like the Tibetan incense lingering in the temple, and a pinch of small blue-gray flowers growing next to his feet was the fragrance it emitted.

This is probably the raw material of the Tibetan incense in the temple.

"Teacher Hu, come on, it's so beautiful here!" Alice beckoned to Hu Yang excitedly.

After shouting, he continued to run.

Populus euphratica also slowly moved forward, and compared with Kailash turning the mountain, those who came here to turn the lake were basically invisible.

When the poplar came to them, everyone couldn't wait to record the beauty of the place.

After a few glances at them, he put down his backpack and continued his walk to the lake.

The breeze blows, the surface of the lake ripples, and the poplar picks up a bow of water and pours it down from his head.

Legend has it that the holy water of Mapanyongcuo cleanses people's hearts of troubles and obstacles.

Meng Ya saw Hu Yang's movements, walked over and asked, "Teacher Hu, what are you doing here?"

He walked up from the lake, wiped the water with his sleeve, and told her the legend of the place.

Hearing that it still had this effect, Meng Ya also hurriedly put her backpack on the ground and ran into the lake.

She had wanted to use water for a long time, but she didn't know if there were any taboos, and now she was naturally overjoyed when she heard Hu Yang say this.

The others followed, and after playing in the water in the sacred lake for a while, they came up.

However, everyone became refreshed, and it made people feel that the water of the sacred lake was truly magical.

"If you are lucky enough, you can pick up the most precious multicolored stone here, and if you get it, you can get the protection of the gods, and it is also the most spiritual treasure of the holy lake. Hu Yang said to Deng Liyun and others.

In an instant, their eyes shone brightly.

Deng Liyun looked at Qian Ming with staring eyes.

"Teacher Hu, is it too much?" Qian Ming said with some apprehension.

After all, Populus euphratica has already said that if you are lucky enough, you can get it.

"It's a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the probability of being able to pick it up is about the same as finding gold. He thought for a moment and said.

Suddenly, Qian Ming was dumbfounded.

Ignoring the two of them, Poplar walked slowly towards the lake.

The wind blowing from the sacred lake gradually calmed his lost heart.

Missing is like wine, the longer it goes, the more mellow it becomes.

Between the "Sacred Mountain" and the "Sacred Lake" there is a large grassy beach, and the clouds in the sky are particularly low.

From time to time, you can see flocks of wild donkeys, Tibetan antelopes, foxes, countless hares, black-necked cranes and pairs of mandarin ducks in the swamps.

The wild donkey here is large and fat, with golden fur and a white belly, and its running posture is very graceful, and it is not too afraid of people.

The Tibetan antelope, an exceptionally beautiful animal and a unique species in Tibetan ecology, has been hunted on a large scale, and now there is not much left of these once known as the "pride of Hoh Xili".

Hu Yang looked at the nature spirits walking leisurely by the lake in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Birds flying, hares jumping..... It shows the rhythm of life and makes the holy lake more holy and charming.

From time to time, the sound of taking pictures sounded in my ears.

In other places, it is difficult to see this harmony between man and nature and animals.

I found a stone standing by the lake, touched it a little hot, sprinkled a little holy water, and sat down to look at Alice and the others not far away.

Looking at the beautiful and sacred Ma Pan Yongcuo, Hu Yang remembered a song.

Gently close your eyes and brew your emotions.

【མ་ཕམ་གཡུ་མཚོ་གཡུ་རེད།】

【Mapanyong Tso is as beautiful as jade】

【ངང་ཆུང་གསེར་གྱི་ཕྲ་རེད།】

【Cute geese like gold jewelry】

【སྒྲ་སྙན་རྒྱུད་སྐུད་ཕྲ་མོ།】

【Filigree Strings】

【མཚོ་མོའི་ནང་ནས་བངས་སོང་།】

【Moisturizing in the lake water】

【ཨ་ཇོ་ལགས།མ་ཕམ་གཡུ་མཚོ་གཡུ་རེད།】

[Ah Jue, Ma Pan Yongcuo is as beautiful as jade]

【མ་ཕམ་གཡུ་མཚོ་གཡུ་རེད།】

【Mapanyong Tso is as beautiful as jade】

【ངང་ཆུང་གསེར་གྱི་ཕྲ་རེད།】

【Cute geese like gold jewelry】

【གུ་གེ་རྒྱལ་པོའི་མཛད་འཕྲིན།】

【Exploits of the Guge Monarch】

【མཚོ་མོའི་ནང་ལ་གསལ་ཡོང་།】

[Manifesting on the surface of the lake]

【ཨ་ཇོ་ལགས།མ་ཕམ་གཡུ་མཚོ་གཡུ་རེད】

[Ah Jue, Ma Pan Yongcuo is as beautiful as jade]

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Although there is no accompaniment, the unique pronunciation of the Tibetan language makes the singing extremely beautiful, reverberating above the sacred lake.

Ethereal, mysterious sounds attract these people around to take pictures.

Populus euphratica seems to have entered a state of not remembering and not forgetting, singing these incomprehensible music over and over again.

Alice, on the other hand, had some speculation that poplar should be sung in Tibetan.

Because during the week of elementary school, they heard that some of the elderly there were communicating in this tone.

However, it did not prevent everyone from recording the song of Populus euphratica with an excited face.

Especially those with Populus euphratica they are not familiar with, it has to be said that it was an unexpected surprise for them.

About half an hour later, Populus euphratica slowly opened her eyes and looked at the Namunani Snow Mountain in the distance with peaceful eyes.

"Bang Bang...."

Suddenly, applause rang out in the ears of Hu Yang.

When I looked back, I saw Alice and the others clapping their hands excitedly.

"Brother Yang, you are really amazing, you deserve to be the strongest player in "Huaguo New Singing". Qian Ming looked at Populus Hu excitedly.

When he went to Kailash to turn the mountain, he could sing a song "Kailash turned the mountain".

When you come to the sacred lake of Mapanyongcuo, you can also sing a song.

Although I don't know if it's a local folk song or he created it, but he Qian Ming can't understand it, but there is also a kind of unaware Ming calendar, and it feels very good.

Those people around who didn't know Populus euphratica heard Qian Ming's words and looked at the black thin young man sitting on the stone by the lake in front of them again, and they all showed surprised expressions.

Although he is not very handsome, he has good facial features and a temperament that makes people can't help but get close to him.

Especially when I was singing with my eyes closed, I felt like a spring breeze and at ease.

Some people can't wait to ask Teresa Teng what her name is and what songs she has sung.

Because of the strength of Populus euphratica, they see in their eyes, even the cappella is so good, will the recording studio make the ears pregnant.

As companions, Deng Liyun and her sisters naturally did not hesitate to tell the people around them about Hu Yang's achievements.

Under her clever words, the crowd couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations, and the gaze that looked at Hu Yang was even more shocked.

At the same time, I couldn't help but get excited, I was lucky enough to record his live cappella, which is probably the only time.

"Brother Yang, what's the name of this song?" asked Qian Ming.

"And the name of the holy lake, "Ma Pan Yong Tso". Hu Yang said with a smile.

"It's so good, can you post it on the Internet? If not, I'll delete it. Qian Ming asked, holding up his mobile phone.

"Nothing is unacceptable, whatever you want. ”

This poplar really doesn't matter.