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There is a legend: during the First World War, a British fighter plane was forced to land on the lawn deep in the mountains at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan because of its failure. When the tired pilot jumped off the plane, he couldn't believe his eyes: the snow-capped mountains are majestic, the grasslands are sad, the trees are lush, and the streams are Ming Che. It's a paradise, which is in sharp contrast with the smoke of gunfire just now. Although he didn't know the language, the pilot got warm hospitality and help from the local villagers here and returned to English smoothly.
Later, the Englishman wrote a memoir, describing affectionately what he saw and heard in this magical land. He praised the pure land far from war as "the last Shangri-La". In the article, he described in detail the snow-capped mountains, lakes and a small isolated village called Aden. Mountain people regard mountains as gods and live a long life, but it is difficult for him to explain the specific location of Shangri-La.
1928, American botanist and explorer Joseph? Locke and his party arrived here, and they started the difficult journey of Shangri-La along the direction that the Englishman said. Obviously, they were intoxicated and confused by the magical beauty where they went. They really can't tell the exact location of Shangri-La. In addition to shooting many "Mountains and Rivers" that surprised the whole world, they also lamented that Shangri-La was a "lost horizon". Joseph and Locke wrote an article and published their photos in National Geographic magazine in July, 193 1.
1993, British novelist James? Hilton wrote a very attractive work "The Lost Horizon", which described a paradise in the east of China, a dreamy, poetic and idyllic four gardens-Shangri-La. Described an idyllic place on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in China. He called this beautiful place "the lost horizon". In the article, he described the fertile blue moon valley and the charming scenery of the plateau. This place is like a curse to all the residents who live there. The residents there are elegant, quiet and introverted, and the name of this place is even more fascinating. Today, even if some people have never heard of the name "Lost Horizon", the name Shangri-La is enough to become a symbol of heaven.
1983 when I was about to leave the university campus and was writing my graduation thesis, I stumbled across Lost Horizon and its related documents in the library. Teacher Hilton's writing style is not very attractive to me who loves literature, but the utopia in the book makes me feel a little reverie.
Three months later, I left the College of Geology. When I entered the bizarre society from a simple student, I was constantly filled with novelty, disappointment, injustice, hope, blow, anger and so on. When I am unhappy, I occasionally think of Lost Horizon.
Work, fall in love, get married and have children. Like everyone else, I have not been able to escape this vulgar life track. Slightly different, since I graduated from college, a lot of my vacation time and income have been spilled into the barren hills. Only in the primitive nature can I feel the freedom of human nature. Driving out has become the best choice for a family holiday (I remember that when I didn't buy a car, several better car rental agencies in Chengdu had my records, and then I learned to steal mileage from the odometer). My wife has also changed from a person who cries at the sight of mountains to a half-tourism consultant; My little daughter is a well-informed teenager. She entered Wolong Hero Valley at the age of two, watched the winter snow in Xiling at the age of three, broke into Gongga Glacier at the age of four, climbed Mount Balang at the age of six to worship the four girls, went to Gaoyuan Tibetan area at the age of seven, and went to the plateau at the age of eight and nine ... ..
In the late 1990s, the national tourism boom gradually rose, and Daocheng Yading Nature Reserve, located at the border of Sichuan, Yunnan and Tibet, became famous. Although I traveled all over Ganzi Prefecture, I failed to enter Aden. Shambhala kept appearing in my dreams. Entering Shangri-La has become my dream.