Flamingos, unexpected elves in the plateau

sometimes the greatest gain of travel is not the completion of the scenic spots you want to visit, but an unexpected encounter with people, things, and scenery. When beauty encounters an unexpectedly sensitive mind, it breeds the most gorgeous memories.

the town of Atacama was quiet and cold after settling overnight. Oriental stars are particularly dazzling in the world's driest plateau desert, with a new moon facing the Likankavur volcano more than 6,000 meters above sea level, which seems to be the last look back before dawn. While waiting for the bus, looking at the volcano, the ripples in my heart surged. On the other side of the mountain is Bolivia, where there is a mirror of the sky, where I was deeply concerned with a picture a few years ago.

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even though I am willing to cross the mountains to meet once, I do not expect to be isolated for three days and nights in extreme circumstances. With the sunny smile of the mask outside the window, the desert sand blows all the way. In front of the convoy flying gravel in the hot sun and cold wind, turbid between a stream of 'lonely smoke in the desert, the setting yen of the long river' solemn and stirring. With the rapid rise of altitude, he galloped in the vast wilderness for more than seven hours, which lasted nearly 4500 meters. Hunger, cold, headaches, even chewing coca leaves containing cocaine can't resist the pain of lack of oxygen. The spread of boundless desolation, as written in the poem: "Desert birds do not fly, thousands of moraine Qianshan dreams are still lazy."

when I was asleep, I was awakened by a burst of unintelligible Spanish or Portuguese, and vaguely heard the word flamingo. Flamingo! Is there a flamingo here? Although I knew there were Andean flamingos here, I didn't expect to meet them in winter. Maybe it's the excitement in the car that I haven't seen for a long time, or maybe it's because of the value of life in this bad environment, and I'm refreshed. Looking down in the distance, there is a lake shaped like a crescent moon, shining as red as blood in the afternoon sun. This seductive color, which probably appears only in dreams or in Mo Yan's magical realistic novels, brings a lonelier weirdness and awe-inspiring beauty to the already desolate land. The faint red lake was filled with white spray, and when I was still wondering why the four mountain lakes were stormy, it suddenly dawned on me that they were flocks of flamingos. So naturally, he played a joke on me again.

or a leisurely swim, or comb, or lie still, or stretch out and soar, flocks of flamingos, such as pink elves in the silent world, bring a vibrant charm to this land that has been unvisited for thousands of years. When not moving, it is always independent on one foot, poised in the cold with a quiet, clear, and high posture, and the cloud rolls the book. If you don't come in person, you can probably feel the environment of the snow-ravaged glutton only from the trembling of pink feathers and from the snow-capped lonely peaks on the horizon.

I have always thought that the flamingo, a wading bird with a yellow beak, pink coat, thin legs, and long neck, is similar to a swan or a red-crowned crane. Perhaps it is because, in Latin America, that touch of red also adds an unrestrained enthusiasm to Latin American culture. These good-looking birds have been recorded in our poetry. The god Zeus turned into a swan in pursuit of Rita. Since then, swans have become a romantic image loved by Westerners, so there is Swan Lake and Swarovski. In the East, the red-crowned crane is the pinnacle of bird elegance, with inherent poems such as "Wu he Fu", which describes the "immortal feeling" of "folding frost and hair, vibrating Yuyu and Linxia." there are also "24 poems" that are silent and subtle, leading to harmony, solitary crane and flying. I don't know whether I should be glad or sorry, it seems that the flamingo has never received this honor given by human beings. Rather than regret, I prefer to believe that this is lucky, after all, I have endured too much human will. Affection, romance, seclusion, longevity, indifference. How can you be free to dance among these immortals? The love between the Lan Guang and the snow is a kind of calm and unrestrained beyond the group, as the so-called "loneliness, watching Baiyun Youshi and mysterious; special honor, see the Qing song wonderful dance and forget the tiredness."

stroll by the lake, quietly enjoying these elves until sunset, the heart is a kind of unspeakable peace. I was shocked to hear that the flamingo, which lives in this plateau lake, was on the verge of extinction. I do not know how many years later, Laguna Colorado, this red lake will be dead without them, and how many will there be because no creature will give life to the dead red and turn it into the regret of red flying wings? I dare not imagine the future, just very glad that I came, saw, felt this unexpected encounter, and at the same time very selfish hope that there will not be too many tourists, which will have too much impact on their ecology. Although I see the environmental slogan similar to no feeding by the lake, and I know that the Bolivian government is trying to maintain this protected area, I deeply understand that only when there is harm, there will be protection. They might be better off without us. Self-deprecating reverie to see, through the last afterglow of the setting sun to look back at the red that gradually disappeared on the horizon, for a moment forget the headache in fatigue, and there are two days of no hot water, no hot food, no electricity.

so, on the cold plateau of 4-5000 kilometers above sea level, on the banks of the lake colorful because of minerals, and in the bleak land where no one cares, I came across this group of pink elves dancing lightly. All things are spiritual and beautiful, and life in the plateau and desert is especially precious. Bless them.