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色达。我们要去的地方,海拔3700米,冰层奇厚,三月的它正下着鹅毛大雪。近700公里的路程,一路颠簸。爆胎、晕车、疲累,用了一天半的时间,终于到了色达。1那一刻,我与向往的云彩相遇,卸去了些许世俗的浮华;那一刻,我感受到圣洁的沐浴,洗去了路途中沉积的阴霾;那一刻,我触摸到了动人的传说,感叹缘起缘落的宿命;纷扰、迷茫,执着、困惑,顷刻间烟消云散。2色达全城景。
Color up. Where we are going, at an altitude of 3,700 meters, the ice layer is very thick, and in March it is laying heavy snowfall. Nearly 700 kilometers away, all the way bumps. A flat tire, motion sickness, fatigue, spent a day and a half, and finally to Seda. At that moment, I met the longing for the clouds, unloading a little of the worldly vanity; at that moment, I felt holy bath, wash away the haze deposited on the road; at that moment, I touched the moving legend, sigh Fate fate; confused, confused, persistent, confused, instantly disappear. 2 color of the city view.