Autumn Notes: Finding Shangri-La at the Summit of the Snow Mountain and a Corner of the Guesthouse

If autumn in Shangri-La is a grand feast painted by nature with mountains and rivers as its canvas, using every color to the fullest, then the journey to Meili Snow Mountain is the most noble and central chapter of this feast. Before dawn, we immerse ourselves in the bone-chilling cold wind, just to witness how the first ray of dawn, like a divine revelation, dyes the snow-capped Kawagebo peak into a brilliant, flowing golden hue—the moment of "Sunlight on the Golden Mountain" is a ritual beyond words, reshaping our understanding of nature with its absolute purity and grandeur.
As the soul-stirring shock gradually subsides, we turn to the "Memory" guesthouse, where the warm floor heating has long dispelled the chill accumulated in our bones from the plateau. A cup of warm butter tea not only warms our hands but also deeply soothes the fatigue of the journey. Coupled with the silent oxygen supply in the room, all the external magnificence is internalized at this moment into a peaceful rest. A stroll to the moonlit Dukezong Ancient Town is just a block away.
Thus, we finally understand that the soul of autumn in Shangri-La is composed of two extremes: one is the awe-inspiring, supreme purity of the snow mountain between heaven and earth; the other is the warmth of a corner in the guesthouse, like home, soaked in human kindness. The intertwining of these two forms the most profound and unforgettable memory of this autumn.

Post by MiikaLaine | Oct 26, 2025