在九寨沟那水的圣洁、雪的灵光、经幡的吟唱面前,我突然失去了语言,甚至所有的欲望,只剩下一双深情而惊奇的眼睛。彩林在我的眸子里铺陈,山风在我的心灵中盘旋,林鸟在我的天空中翻飞。水中的树是泉与岩石击掌的声音,水中的鱼是泉与岩石前世今生的约定。那清泉透人心骨的凉啊!每一次跳跃,都 In Jiuzhaigou that holy water, the snow of the Emmanuel, prayer flags singing, I suddenly lost the language, and even all the desire, leaving only a pair of affectionate and surprised eyes. Choi Lam in my eyes lay, mountain winds hovering in my heart, forest birds fly in my sky. The tree in the water is the voice of the spring and the rock, and the fish in the water are the conventions of spring and rock from past life and death. That spring full of cool ah! Every time you jump