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one night I was watching tv. there were two american archeologists who were exploring the tibet. one of them was searching for shangrila and he believed that the shangrila was surely hiding in that mysterious place. they experienced a tough period of time and finally walked their way into a deep valley where they found a ruined city. there were thousands of caves in each of which left the trace of the people who had ever lived there.
they were wondering why the people abandoned the city 2000 years ago and only left the deadly silence and the view of the endless desert. and the one who was looking for shangrila was just overwhelmed by the amazing scene and he believed that the shangrila he dreamed of was just there and moved to tears that he found his shangrila.
at the end of the tv, there were some words about shangrila. it said everyone had his own shangrila which could be anything. yes, we all have our own shangrila. it can be a place in our dreams or anything we are searching for our lifetime. then , where is our shangrila?
is our parents' home our shangrila? when we left home, we were tearful and dreamed of it every night thereafter. we are homesick and make long overseas phone calls regardless of the high fee. we call it our harbour and ourselves its boat that will definitely be back to it. but is it our shangrila? no. we are doomed to be lured by the outside world and will go farther and farther. to all of us the world unknown is more attractive. the shangrila is always beyond our parents' home.
whatsoever we will continue to find our shangrila and finally we will find it. at that moment we will hold our breath and announce with full joy ' oh, my goddess! that is my shangrila'. and surely at that moment you can share the bliss with your love and tell them what is your shangrila.＜本文发表于: 相约加拿大:枫下论坛 www.rolia.net/f ＞