Alone on the Guan Yu Ting (2002/9/4)
- I stood up, looking at the distant peaks, piercing to a loud cry: "Altay mountains! My dream! My Dream!!"
5:10 am the phone rang on time. Some will be washed proceed, step on the Guanyu Pavilion.
Dark ink ink, people are still sleeping, a hook moon hanging in the night sky, heard several more distant dog barking, the way I am the only rustle of footsteps.
Ears gurgling running water, walked Kanas River wooden bridge, through the checkpoints, we arrived at the foot of Kazakhstan opened mt.
This is a lake, nestled in the Kanas, shaped like a tiger crouching mountains. Huwei south, Steller's looking forward to the depths of Kanas Lake, and its head is that Guan Yu Ting. It is my right leg from the edge of mountains to climb its wide buttocks, in its spine on the upstream, until it wore Guanyu Pavilion.
Days of hazy light, gray sky, shadow Po Buddhist monk's robe, the election of a ridge, unplug the bushes, then climbed up.
The grass the mountains a lot of wet, the tread grass, panting, straining of the climb. Hill is very steep, often hand-pulling weeds.
The sky more and more out the back of the mountains and see it clearly. Side while breathing while climbing back to find out the location of the equivalent of climbing a mountain behind the how high.
Lay in front of a precipice, so can not the past, had a rock climbing.
The camera back is good, satchel again Zhazhu hearts lips a "safety first", it will force to seize the rock with both hands and began climbing.
Rock large enough to have more than 20 meters high, I lie on the top like a gecko only. Looking back, a slip of the diffuse slope far away far away, and fell to was to have been rolled down the mountain. Can not retreat, only on the, and then climb for a while, I found that rock climbing is like adventure, in fact, very safe. Hands, such as heart, when the hands grasp the rock, prison and is not strong, very clear mind, limbs and use, or is quite safe.
Finally climbed the rock (God, ah, there is a larger head.) Rest a while, sit down, turn around, Zheng Zhu of.
A peerless beauty ... ...
Kanas River, the river, Piaoqi a layer of mist, no, clouds, like the veil, to a sleepy resort soft on the inside cover, fog yarn, the faint fluttering of the Shu Jian. Distant gods Bay, but also played an indistinct indistinct vapor of smoke into an immortal Bay, together with the cover next to the ranch was Yanyanshishi, just like in a flowing white clouds in the valley. Near the foot of the mountains, Tuva via the left cliff, saw the corner of the Kanas Lake, Kanas Lake is like a dream, in the group of tribal house, like a block of neat arrangement of blocks in the field Lane.
The fields covered with a hazy mist Mongolia.
In the mountains shining blue lake mountains, like the mythical Penglai fairyland hazy, Kanas lake, motionless, as DiorSkin like, in the dream, lay quietly. Morning in the Kanas Lake, still sleeping.
I have been to many great mountains and rivers, are never seen such a magical fantasy scenery. In this quiet morning, the Kanas Lake has finally demonstrated its mystery and beauty.
Slopes are so quiet, several more insects, brightened up a bit of quiet mountains, the earth was sleeping, mountains in the sleep, Kanas Lake is also asleep. The face of the sleeping beauty, you do not have the heart to disturb what could only gentle stroking in front of the eyes of all.
The Peak is a film and a piece of wood Huangcao the sun shines in the woods, leaves and grass a golden yellow.
Walk along the ridge to the peak direction, across a piece of the forest, woods, many mushrooms, there are many prairie dogs dig holes. Lin is also very quiet.
Through the woods, passed a piece of land came to a slope before the break to sit down.
The surrounding forest a quiet, calm even could hear his heartbeat. Toyama's Xuefeng quietly looked at me, Jun dangerous cold mountain, seriously silence erect a tough large chest, gently breathing.
Quiet, too quiet.
Feel there is something the body, slowly, and a little bit of melting, the heart becomes Cheng Jing, gradually, the heart of the quiet forest Cheng Jing and melting into one, this time, NAL, a clarification, if peaks, forests, forest and I turn into one, there is no difference.
I stood up, looking at the distant peaks, piercing of a loud cry: "Altay mountains! My dream! My dream!!" Sound in the air vibrate.
Altay mountains still quietly standing in the distance, looked at me as if to cry all sucked into the chest of its leniency.
This moment, my soul and heart have been washed and was clean, physically and mentally a Cheng-jie ... ...
On top of the sound heard is the voice speaking tourists, in the silence of the mountains, the exceptionally harsh. I walked slowly, the sound getting louder and louder.
This is a hack out of the plains, the mountains of Pakistan bus stop here, visitors get off here, and then along a wooden path toward the Peak.
Saw the visitors, one, two, three, four ... ...
At this point, my eyes Han ruined so ugly! Round nose, small eyes, fat lips, oily faces, cunning, calculating eyes, a bloated body ... ..., Huoxiang a group of clowns.
"Ugly! Ugly Han!" Curse out a sentence (actually forget that he is Chinese). From that moment, Chinese visitors Nafu ugly face, you never get rid of.
Nature's beauty, Chen Chu of any anti-nature and the ugliness of the ugly are any anti-nature as a desecration of nature, this feeling is particularly strong
I took wood trails, and crowded with tourists complicit, and the shoulders, lining up, moving toward the main peak.
Guan Yu-Ting Li at the peak high above the bird's eye view at a glance the entire lake.
About Guan Yu Ting, immediately plunged into a language among the transpiration of the heat wave. A northern accent everyone men and women, sigh, screaming in pain, as if this place is their own kang.
Looking at this group of sweating Ziyaliezui, pulling the cans, open skirts screaming beast who shouted the men and women.
I quietly away.
Of human exposure to get ugly here at a glance. This is a spiritual world, a world of spiritual purification. Here, the picturesque lake like a mirror, like a fairyland in the Pure Land, every person, like a mirror, like according to met their own soul.
I was sitting on one side, watching the crowd here in the past. In this piece of holy environment, one by one, their hearts and souls are unmistakably apparent on the face. Ugly, hypocritical, shrewd, calculating, simple, brutal, vulgar, and good ... ..., one by one face, one by one soul, a vivid inner world of this piece of holy environment of prominent a.
I started to taste of these groups, as is the appreciation of a group of animals.
Why do they always treated the mentality of conqueror of nature, proud to be trampled upon nature? Why not give sufficient respect for nature? As a group these people into the concert of a ignorant boor solemn, proud, and loudly.
Ears heard a word. "I think, here we seem to be are superfluous!" A young man is being issued viewing laments.
Put it better! For nature, any disharmony with her are uncalled for, including humans. Today, the invincible human beings everywhere, doing everything, they always think they can conquer nature, but nature has been conquered. They always prove their capability, they nothing to quit and omnipotence. They do not know and does not respect nature, one day, nature will balance the general ledger with them.
To re-enter Guanyu Pavilion, Kanas Lake panoramic view.
Kanas Lake is like a sleeping beauty, bare beautiful body, Qu the body, quietly lying on the corner to the embrace of the mountains among the quiet, mysterious, quiet, beautiful, holy and noble.
It looked like a dream You Lan lake, then clear, freezing cold, deep, bright and clean the lake, actually incorporated into my frame of mind, spread slowly in the body, the one Rourou of You Lan, overflowing people and the entire air-yu.
Flying thousands of miles of the cruise missiles quietly fall, turned into the invisible clouds dispersed over the pavilion at the Guan Yu. Mountain wind, the pine shakes his drag, visitors have wrapped clothes.
Blue Kanas Lake Qi Lian did not panic and the lake remain as DiorSkin, dreamlike in the valley flashing. Lake Wang Dan's light, dream-like winding hills, shining on the blue, white, green, ink in the lake. In the distance are the snow-capped peaks of the glacier.
Quietly looking at a flat as a mirror of the You-blue lake. A kind of beauty, Qinru bottom of my heart. This is a deep beauty, a breathtaking beauty of intake, a tremor makes the beauty of the soul. That the United States, the body and soul, from the inside out, wash thoroughly get quintana out.
Static. Lake lying quietly.
I am surprised to find that quiet is also a kind of beauty, an extremely deep natural beauty. Kind of people often ignored, inadvertently destroy the natural beauty.
Quiet beauty, ineffable and can only feel for your heart, your heart to feel thin. In the quiet, people can feel close to happening, and then touched the hearts of the party to the Pure Land. Beware of the static and external static into one, you will be able insight into the entire world.
Jing, always connected with the heart.
The wind, and visitors have left, mountain resumed its former tranquility.
Of a very distant, meticulous beauty back to the mountain. I understand that over, Kanas Lake, the United States, not only in her beauty, but also because of her quiet. Beauty is her looks, but calm, but it is her temperament, undermining her quiet, also destroyed her beauty. I know, just why the group of yelling that it would be so disgusted with the tourists.
Way down the mountain slopes covered with yellow, green, purple, red grass, the flowers have withered, leaving only a withered in the bud. Colorful hillside, a girl wearing a Red Hat, in the midst of wild flowers in the weeds walked farther and farther and finally disappeared in the mountains from. I hasten to use cameras to keep this lens.
This beautiful moment, I do not know to leave her, or for themselves.
Immortal Bay there.
Cloud has gradually dispersed, exposing large spacious green pastures, and after another curved Kanas River Blue River.
Opposite the big hill.
Lush virgin forest, thick solid mountain ground cover the whole body, the foot of a winding path Wan anchovy, leading to a distant valley.
The road that one is my place to go tomorrow
- White Haba.