泸沽湖一个神秘的名字。就是这个名字,已在我心中魂牵梦绕了多年。提起泸沽糊,总会有原始、神奇、迷离和许许多多的未知数,汇聚成一束束磁力线,使一颗颗压抑的心重新躁动起来。我们一行二十余人驱车颠簸于崎岖的山路,各种笑声,各种情绪,各种深藏的希翼,都像道道火山口尽情喷泻在这空旷的山野里。 Lugu Lake a mysterious name. Is the name, has been in my mind wandering for many years. Lift the Lugu paste, there will always be the original, magical, blurred and many unknowns, brought together into a bundle of magnetic lines of force, so repressed restless heart up. We are more than 20 people driving a row bumps bumpy rugged mountain road, all kinds of laughter, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of hidden deep in the hope of the wing, like the volcano eruption in the open mountain in this open field.