From Lanzhou to the starting Lapuleng from Lanzhou, road conditions were good last year, 11 to the Longnan, but also 11, arrived at this piece of land out near Lanzhou, the familiar feeling suddenly begins with the memory to run the out, or that bare surface, dark red soil, dry and poor soil, air, reveals a somewhat dry, the car in this round after round mountain bends between the rotary, open for a while, but also no improvement in anything, I would side Some of the heavy and looking at bare, and some sandy slopes, watching from time to time appear on the slopes of a rift on the one side should be a lush imagination, kept trained on the Gannan, even without man-made factors, natural rainfall is also given here, there is no fair enough to nourish this piece of land, the people, there is no water, moisture, my heart always seems to not so easily.
Temple to the Lapuleng Lapuleng is already more than two in the afternoon, and visitors are not much larger scale throughout the temples, but not a closed community, coupled with lack of knowledge in this area, do not know where to go Later, monks followed a guide and a group of tourists visited the two halls, small lamas surprisingly little speech, I have no longer learning anything, and God knows what behind him, but his sharp eyes let me gingerly, wary of the wrong step footsteps. Religion is just a force, he served as a firm materialist how he did not dare this piece of sky rash. Lapuleng Temple, where Hutu It's that rare visit over, clueless but all house in order, unwilling to see that I have followed them to the golden hilltop opposite the picture you want to look at it. Look at the past from the opposite hill, panoramic view of the entire temple mountain at its back to the water, than the signs of human habitation and geography along the way, momentum is nothing less than grand, silhouetted against the sunset, the Gulu Lu's turning cylinder, a perennial river peaches , emitting a soft light, carrying a simple feeling, that quiet and peaceful picture, as if they are not telling the old fleeting. Summer evening, Changhe Town, and many hotels have been full, not only to see the noisy streets sparsely visitors, a group of people on the street in the days wine longitudinal songs, indulge in their temperament.
Langmusi leave Lapuleng, car singing loud and clear a wide plateau, under the call went straight langmusi, that song belongs to the plateau only so sonorous, so there is no marginal, immersed reverberating in your chest, wash your heart the last vestiges of ideas and personal considerations. Gradually, the eye-catching Diminshing bushes to climb the hill, there is not a piece grassland Shi Hai, the sunny slopes of the autumn full is intoxicating, my mood a lot easier to follow. Langmusi, that word of the recommended places, whether hidden in which col do? Reach Langmusi is in the evening, the sky late, not even had time to see it. Settled nearby at night, a group of local Muslims have played a bonfire point of passion, singing and dancing, and invite everyone to participate, children and adults quickly surrounded by a circle, this may be the best way to entertain it, a few children was very lovely, there is not much shy, one of which told me that they have 61 hours burning tires to burn 11, also introduced the canyon I can go play, then he went to the farthest place. Tires burned several, but compared to some of our gang were arrested Han tight awkward.
7:00 the next morning more than a great mist, cold, several of us will inquire about the Tian Zangtai way set out. Was removed several times, and finally to the scene, a very fine mist Daoshi chill. I Zhuangzhuo Dan looked at the wreckage of some of dry, until 8:30, so today we are not there, not knowing that the disappointment, or relax.
Then stroll into the town house, langmusi the words down now only left me with memories of messy, the original humble little town, and now bear the civil-hing, support the economic responsibility, several sites have made it difficult to to see the original appearance, wanted to come to the paradise of the water bar is a small bridge. Flower invincible human civilization on Earth every inch of land is difficult to escape, as the outside world, I do not know what rights they have any doubts.
Sogcanggoin first bend of the Yellow River to the first bend of the Yellow River, overwhelming burst of sand Jiaoren nowhere to hide, is the act of God so that we live in a monk's house. In the afternoon, climb slopes, the first glance of the Yellow River bend, nine of the Yellow River, Wan-Wan Yan Yan, how it flows, watering China earth, clear stream trickling sluggishly, how would Taokong northwest plateau, becoming muddy and tragic. Sunset sogcanggoin dressed in golden light, a monk who was garish red robe. The Lunar夜话night to listen to master a very delicate question of the Hui language goodly portion of luck, fell unexpectedly to know the intention of the burial. Died after the flesh is just an empty shell, burial is no longer bloody. How can life, wishful, but you must always worthy of my heart. Those of us mere mortals, but to be sufficient Der Spiegel in mind. The next morning, looked like the location of sunrise, visited the Jing-tang, with the fragrance of tea, we intend to proceed, and the main people are really warm, rarely distant visitor, sent another delivery, makes me feel so hurried good-bye really is a sin, could not bear to go back.
Miyaluo the way grassland, not much changes, inevitably some of monotonous, but I still kept in perspective, let it fall prairie left me a deeper mark on it, so that one thought it could emerge out of clearer view of the picture, the grass had been yellow, there are different kind of moving taste. Cattle and sheep on the lawn eating grass leisurely from time to time there are a few pigs in the trot, and occasionally there are drooping posture outstanding horse, into the wet areas Ruoergai later, actually also saw several cranes and the eagle on the plateau. When the team decided to go straight to miyaluo, the trip seems to be more enriched. Soon is the scenery of Sichuan. Clear streams and slopes of the way color Banlan companion, far from the stretches of snow-capped mountains, I do not know where's the complex, on the holy mountain as much so for himself.
Miyaluo little town, in a single glance in the past, no visitors. Finally decided to go through a two days or so, we first night of the state of corruption group ranch the next day, arrangements are now back to rest, we have set off more than seven, from a small ranch with a look at two nephews Bo Xue Hai Zi, one heard the distant hills have a lot of Hai Zi, we have long wait. After more than four hours, and finally came to a hill for the first time, I am from the snow-capped mountains so close, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, we have lost in one, here are three Haizi, saying it was Haizi, in fact, small lakes, but We are still very pleasantly surprised that it did not need, and Jiuzhaigou, compared Haizi. This time, but after a snow-capped mountains of the addiction of.
The long-awaited trip has finally ended, and soon I will start the next down time waiting for his luggage. However, this full 10 days should be enough to support the memories of my pondering a while.
By: aran
