The next day, we headed to the temple deep in the mountains, led by our guide Ogawa.

Along the way, as Ah Mei said, there are a lot of wonders. In some places, you can hear the elves singing, but no one can see where the elves are singing. There are places where at night it is as if you have encountered ghosts that turn all the flowers into lights. There is also a sea of flowers, but once you walk in, you may never be able to get out. In short, there are many biting flowers, man-eating trees, and strange things.

We walked one day and the next day when we walked to a lake. Everyone was fascinated by the view of this lake and unanimously decided to stay here for a day. The tour guide Xiaochuan couldn't resist everyone, so he had to agree to set up camp near the mountains and rivers.

Tibet is home to countless lakes. Among these lakes, there are sacred lakes that are full of worshippers, and there are sacred lakes that are proud of the world, but there are many more lakes that are unknown to outsiders. Each of these lakes has its own style, and it is equally beautiful. This lake in the mountains belongs to the plateau lake, and the tribe people call it the sacred lake. Before, we heard the tour guide Ogawa mention it. We asked the tribesmen about the lake, but the tribe couldn't tell why. Even our guide, Ogawa, only knew that it was a beautiful lake. It is a lake without stories and legends, a natural lake that has not been endowed with any subjectivity of human beings. This season, the colors of the lake are fascinating. In the distance, the blue sky is boundless. Under the blue sky is a mountain with open arms; On the chest of the mountain, there is a clear water surface, like a huge dewdrop. The tranquil lake, the mirror-like water, reflecting the embrace of the mountains, the purity of the sky.

After setting up camp, my sister and I went around the lake. Walking up a hillside, I realized that the lake we had seen before was just a corner of the lake. Looking back from this hillside, the surface of the lake is now like a blue satin, shining in the sun. Following the path, we go around the lake. At the meeting of a stream and a lake, Ah Mei stopped, and she lay down in a patch of grass by the lake and refused to get up. She said she was here to savor it. It is indeed very pleasant for us to let the refreshing breeze pass through our bodies in the warm sunshine and listen to the melody of the lake gently drifting towards the shore.

Ah Mei lay down for a while, seemed to remember something, and sat up. She pointed to the strangely shaped island in the middle of the lake, "Say, what will be on that island?" Has anyone been there? ”

I said, "Maybe, it's going to be another world." There, there's something we didn't expect. ”

Ah Mei glanced at me and said, "It's a pity that we can't go up, so we can only imagine it here." ”

I thought about it, pointed to the island in the middle of the lake not far away, and said, "Not necessarily." As soon as we find a small boat, we can go to the island. Once on the island, everything can be revealed. ”

Ah Mei smiled, "But what about the boat?" It seems that we can only keep a beautiful imagination! ”

I pulled Ah Mei up from the grass, "We can go and find it now." If you don't look for it, how will you know if there is a ship here? ”

I took my sister and continued to walk around the lake. As we walked, we watched the lake cascade up to the beach, making soothing sounds and splashing silver beads. Through the waves, we can clearly see the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the water nearby. Soon, we really saw an improvised boat among the big rocks on the shore.

We rowed this simple boat to the island in the middle of the lake.

After landing on the island, we found that there was nothing unusual about the strange rocks on the island, except for the sound of the wind. But in a clearing behind a boulder that kept out the wind, we found several stone benches around a stone table. Stone benches and stone tables are not strange, but the strange thing is that these stone benches and stone tables have a strange shape and exquisite craftsmanship. The level of production far exceeds that of traditional handicraft manufacturing.

What makes us even more strange is that on the stone wall of the boulder that blocks the wind, there is an inscription. On the stone wall, there are several big characters written "water and moon are one color". There are a few lines of small words under the big characters: Xiao Ni is enlightened and sighs at this. The moonlight is like water, and the water is like moonlight. Nature is one, and all things are connected. The words are embedded in the stone, and it is impossible to see how they were engraved.

Ah Mei looked at these inscriptions, as if she had discovered something extremely incredible. She couldn't see her mind in a daze. I asked her if she had discovered any secrets. Ah Mei opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

After a while, Ah Mei suddenly took out a few small bells from her body and put them on her fingers. Ah Mei said, "I'll give you a dance." With that, Ah Mei stood up, her fingers shaking slightly.

I heard a melodious ringing of bells. The bell is sometimes soothing, sometimes agitated, sometimes lingering, sometimes submerged in the wind and almost inaudible, like the sound of heaven. I can't help but wonder if I'm in a dream. The bell rang like a pearl falling on a jade plate for a while, and the banana sounded like rain for a while, and all the bells stopped abruptly for a while, and all the sounds dissipated in the wind. It makes people have that kind of unfinished intention in their hearts.

Then, Ah Mei sang again. Bursts of singing are wafting in the wind, this song is melodious and full of penetrating power, which makes people can't help but have a leisurely fascination when they listen to it. Following the singing, I had the feeling that the singing was in front of me, but I couldn't walk to the place where the singing sounded. Ah Mei's singing voice is reined, as if she is not singing with her voice, but naturally flows out of her heart with a mouth. The voice echoed through the mountains.

With this singing, Ah Mei's figure danced. I saw her sometimes stretching, sometimes fluttering, as if dancing alone in a still world. This dance is so detached, so calm, without the slightest trace of artificiality and carving. It's like a fairy dressed up, standing out in the gloom. Sometimes her long hair is flying, sometimes she is graceful, like a wonder hidden in the depths of nature. At this moment, I felt so familiar with the scene in front of me. An image popped into my mind. The picture shows a girl dancing alone in a watery moonlight. It's a dance I've never seen before, or light, or wild, or chivalrous. Every movement, every gesture, every beat of her touched my heartbeat. I felt the girl's sadness, but I couldn't see the girl's face.

My sister and I stayed on this island in the middle of the lake until it was nearly night, and then rowed away. On this island in the middle of the lake, I always have a strange feeling in my heart. It's as if two different spaces overlap in this place.