Pure Land Pudacuo
We set off in the early morning, the plateau was freezing cold, and there were still stars hanging outside the car window. Finally, we walked into Pudacuo, and it was like stepping into the threshold of the world beyond the earth - Shudu Lake was like a huge silver plate inlaid with turquoise, lying quietly among the fir forests. The morning mist was like solidified milk, gently entwining the lake and mountains like a Hada; the tall fir trees were like silent sentinels, and their dark figures were reflected in the clear water.
The deeper we went, the Militang grassland gradually spread under our feet, like a huge green carpet embroidered with wild flowers, dense and soft. The grass leaves held the silver coins of dewdrops, and the green was full of water, so full that it was about to drip down. Bita Lake is even more profound, with the lake water changing from blue to green, floating with the strange legend of the myth of the azalea intoxicating fish - the petals of the azalea fall on the lake, as if a lake of fine wine is brewed, the fish sip and get tipsy, floating and swaying, floating and sinking in time, as if falling into a dream. The prayer flags flutter in the wind. For thousands of years, the wind horse flags have been chanting blessings for people over and over again, as if even the grass, trees, mountains and rocks have heard this silent scripture.
People who have been trapped in the hustle and bustle of the siege for a long time, once they step into this place, their hearts become a washed glass world. There is no place in Pudacuo that is not beautiful, and there is no time that is not quiet. Nature is like an invisible hand, filtering out the noise and returning us a spiritual pure land.
When you are tired, find a wooden house to rest and drink a sip of hot butter tea. The warm warmth quietly enters the heart from the throat, and the fragrance of tea rises, seemingly entwined with the scent of snow-capped mountains in the distance and blue waves nearby, and finally blends into the unique mellow taste of the plateau - it turns out that the comfort of nature must eventually sink slowly into the depths of the soul through the perception of the body, and build a fortress against the hustle and bustle of the world in silence.