Taoyuan Chenmeng

A Dream of Peach Blossoms - The Opening of Shangri-La Railway Reminiscent of the Past Introduction: In the winter of 2003, Lin Xingjian, a terminally ill literature professor, went to the Holy Land in his heart to fulfill his wish. He met Yao Ying, a female student who came here to relax. The two got to know each other and spent a happy time in the legendary Shangri-La, the Peach Blossom Land. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the shadow of death gradually enveloped them. Where should the two of them go... (On November 26, 2023, the Shangri-La City Railway in Yunnan Province was officially opened to traffic. At that time, the author heard this old story on the train from Lijiang to Shangri-La, and after obtaining the consent of the narrator, he beautified and revised it to create this article. The names of the people and some place names are fabricated, please do not check the number.) Wedge: Later, Yao Ying often thought, what was Lin Xingjian to her? Is it a peach blossom that never fades, a bud that is difficult to bloom again, or is it just an old dream in a peach blossom garden thousands of miles away? Shangri-La opens and closes her lips and spits out four syllables easily - but it is her peach blossom land shrouded in mist, which can never be returned to. Selection one: Yao Ying looked around and found a man sitting by the floor-to-ceiling glass window facing the street. To be precise, he was lying on his stomach, curled up into a ball. The pale and bright sky outside the window formed a sharp contrast with the thin body under the black coat, which came into her eyes in a very impactful way. This feeling that her life was fragile and could disappear at any time made her panic. She seemed to see her father lying on the white sheets in the emergency room after the car accident. She subconsciously thought that the man was suffering from physical discomfort caused by altitude sickness. She walked over without having time to think and asked, "Sir, are you okay?" The man seemed to be still conscious, struggling and waving his hands to indicate that he was fine. She simply sat down on the chair at the table in front of the man, facing him, and asked for a pot of butter tea from the dirty man with an indifferent expression who didn't know whether he was the clerk or the boss. Almost as soon as the butter tea was served, the man raised his head. It was a face that she would remember forever. He was about forty years old, with pale and thin cheeks. The blood-stained lips under his nose, which was as tall as a rock carving, were tightly pressed into a line, as if he was enduring great pain. This fragile face has a pair of eyes as black as ink and astonishingly deep. Those eyes gradually found focus, looked over at her, and bent, as if to say "thank you." When he smiled, his deep pool-like eyes immediately became clear, gentleness emerged, and there was also a hint of shyness and innocence only found in young people. It is undeniable that despite the traces of time and frost, he is still a very good-looking man. Yao Ying's face turned red. She lowered her head and picked up the cup to drink tea, but her tongue was burned. She opened her mouth to breathe in pain, and her whole face was burning. Selection two: In the daze, some inexplicable emotions prevented Lin Xingjian from falling asleep. But soon, these emotions disappeared under the waves of headaches that were stronger than the previous ones. There was only darkness in his world, and he was only accompanied by endless pain. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in his sight. The light expanded rapidly and finally condensed into an ethereal image. With tears in her eyes, Yao Ying looked at him and said, "Coward!" Yao Ying used a sharp utility knife to cut open the artery on her wrist, and blood spurted out, dyeing the floor of half the room bright red. "No!" Lin Xingjian struggled and shouted. Immediately, the dazzling light split the illusion in front of him, and he almost used all his strength to raise his heavy eyelids. It was already bright outside the window. Yao Ying's sleeping face appeared next to her. The little girl was sitting on a chair, her head resting on the bed, and she was sleeping soundly. There was a washbasin and towel beside her. As he watched, he suddenly felt sore and hot under his eyes. He raised his hands to cover his eyes and gasped for air. Intention: When death comes, only love can dispel the gloom.