The first day has just been repaired when the vehicle through the tunnel of Erlang Mountain, along the rugged mountain road, steep spiral down, I was thinking to go to Lhasa in the end Otherwise it? Dadu River from the high mountains looked just dragging on a silver belt, a few fields, clumps scattered in the valley where sparse trees. The car people are those who came to visit relatives or travel to Chengdu, or "playing" with finished back Kangding people lying contentedly sleeping on the basking in the sun. I inquired to them from here to Lhasa is good to go, so I am disappointed, Lhasa for them and me are the same, unfamiliar and distant.
Kangding, Tibet is the last before a busy town. Mountains, surrounded by folding, r. Kiyomitsu it into two. Dense housing Yishanbangshui, row upon row. It is "51", extremely busy street, there are many foreign tourists and came from the surrounding rural Village of Tibetans. Xi Xi in the rain, I stroll around in a circle farmers market. Fruits and vegetables here is gratifying indeed bright, not like big cities are reminders via fertilizer big, stupid-looking.
7:00 the next morning, I hop on the Batang County, Sichuan-Tibet border long-distance bus. Kangding, a car, they start to climb mountainous fold elevation of 4,000 meters. Gang Xiao-Po on the next one on the effect of the snow, snow flying, Shino do not see a little life, the only passenger in the vast snow-capped mountains of Yangzhou Taiwan traveled alone. Approaching the Peak, in front of traffic jams, the original is to lead a military vehicle. The liberation of dozens of vehicles off-road vehicles in the five-ton license, "the" shape of the mountain as slowly as the Beetle line, stretching dozens of years. In the car stood Hong Kong and Taiwan films, we all laughed overjoyed, I can appreciate the mood, looking out the window more bigger under the snow, I would like to know the road back will happen then.
Playing a nap woke up, looked out the window, how exactly like I saw on television the polar scenery. A thick snow in the sun's irradiation Shuoshuo brilliance, sky blue was breathtaking, the air is thin, cold and windy, Ruoyouruowu way to bring us to where I do not know. So this is the altitude more than 4400 sub-La Mica Peak Hill, only a big slope on the next to the town known as the world's highest altitude - Litang, when it is four o'clock, the driver asked everyone there in front of 80 km , we must not rest here, one night, all passengers are strongly urged to move forward, I would also like to be 80 kilometers Why do not you go. Casually walk off the plateau was a strong light thorn I trying to get it to cope. This is a new town, aided by the Guangdong Province, so the whole town look a bit like a small town in the Pearl River Delta. Of course, very different landscape, it is built on the mountain side between the large grassy meadow. This big lawn dianzi more than 200 kilometers from east to west, driving a single day to run endless, that is several tens of kilometers south of Yunnan, can go to the real Shangri-La. Cars along the large grassy meadow about 20 kilometers away flat road, the remaining 60 km is like sitting, "Leap the car" 10 o'clock last night, "jumped" to the Batang.
On the third day early in the morning went to look for cars, saw a bus bound for Inagi the heart, it shakes a bit. As long as I do not have to set foot on this car so hard to go to Lhasa, as can be seen in the Inagi beautiful scenery, and perhaps more beautiful. But here, less than 100 kilometers away from Tibet, and how willing, slightly a hesitation, then vehicle will be opened away. Fortunately, met a few people who go the same way, packets of vehicles along the Jinsha River to the Markam Changhe van embarked. Where an earthquake occurred in a few years ago, so there are a lot of river boulders, some the size of like a hill. After a bridge into the Jinsha River in Tibet, shortly after a flood, the huge rocks the car at the end of the clutch to stamp out of order. We dare not walk forward, for fear of altitude sickness fell on the road to wait for another car, not a half-day. The river Wanleyihui, they sat in the car waiting for transit, it was not Hunhun sleep. Finally, etc. to a Pakistani passenger, smooth arrival Markam.
Markam is the Sichuan-Tibet line and cloud possession of the confluence of the line, the county seat, there are a primary looks pretty good, the students were all dressed in neat school uniforms. 3322 The Yak indifference in the street is a step forward to Duo, a group of Tibetans surrounded by a shop in front of the TV seen with relish. In addition, the blue sky that is desperate for this cold enveloped the land. Here is no longer a fixed bus, and only a free ride. I and a Sichuanese riding a tanker. Open tanker was unresponsive, not much faster than walking also. Not yet the mountain snow melt, intermittent Hanqixiren. Far east is expected to see snow-capped mountains, it is a Sichuan-Tibet line's highest mountain, 5006 meters above sea level. After a small village called bamboo card, finally it all themselves. Koshiro wild peach bloom is prosperous, he wanders the dark green of the barley a few places. There is a muddy river in the canyon as Daoxue Pentium, a map of the original check is a false charge Cangjiang. Days will be dark before we reached the car parked in the East mountain hillside in front of a hotel. A small row of houses and dug a small ditch behind the house Citation snow, no electricity, The monastery is surrounded around, and in addition could not find another word to describe the desolation. Is even more exasperating is that the sky there is not even a trace of moonlight or starlight. If it is a unscrupulous business practices and how to do? Idea of this is unknown so I felt a chill beat.
The fourth day three in the morning, I was companions Hanxing. Difficult road drivers are afraid to go, trapped in the Peak, so start early. Road very bad, as with cars like the frog jump. In the dark can not see, only the lights shining on the road in front of a hideous monster. The driver to drive the spirit of the Diaozhuo Yan playing twelve. To the summit may also be only 30 kilometers or so, but only until the 8:00 bell to. Peak very cold, while sitting in the car, biting cold wind from the window crevices hit, so I felt the name of shiver. Mani Dui on a streamer with the wind flapping啦to do the sound of snow-capped, vague shapes of the golden dawn. Is also difficult to walk down the road, before entering the Zogang County finally has a flat road. We put down a driver here, went to the depot to depot unloading, and then he again along the road back to Sichuan Province. Zogang town built on a broad valley, the river flow was very gentle, like a small town like this, a bit lifeless.
Sitting in front of the compound county ride, less than an hour, I hit the road. But this is the caravan cars Kham Tibetans. Even large trucks, the Tibetans, we should also look at its decorative roof is embedded a million words a beautiful color pattern, representing the clouds stemmed. I have the same three men and a woman four Tibetans to do in goods, the body covered with sleeping bags are also very comfortable. In front of a group of Tibetan boys and girls in the road, every car that is far from a large sitting me, and kept cheering, I do not know why, there are several times along the way such a situation. Car along a small river before the line, and flood from time to time to see a hare, small foxes, as well as an eagle squatting on a branch, he drove past when suddenly launched into, so scared I almost did not roll down from the vehicle. Sunshine good, according to the body warm, and can not believe a few hours ago I was in the mountains east has been frozen shiver.
Car to Banda, unloaded a little goods on their journey. Banda located in eastern Tibet, the son of a well-known caoba the northeast side of the export can be Qamdo, there are airports. Our car up the mountain from the dam south-west, less than half an hour the whole landscape of grassland on the panoramic view of Banda. Unfortunately, there are now only in early spring, the grass just a little bud, can only imagine the lush grasslands of the summer Banda, flowers are in bloom, the appearance of the cattle and sheep everywhere. Reach the top, the driver hung in the Mani Dui on a new streamer, but also Nianliaojiju scripture, I think, is to disturb the mountain god to forgive us and bless the road after the smooth. Hill side of the road is very steep slope, but also a big bend and then a big bend, and vegetation are also far fewer. Each saw a few houses, a few barley constituted a small village, I wanted to approaching the bottom, but the total number of more than a dozen such a small village only to the bottom.
What is the one is "angry" I'm one of the rivers met. Surging of waves with a wave rolled toward the sides of tall rock whirlwind, Tigers & Dragons-like response from overflowing the entire valley. This Ocean Waves overshadowed all the voices, anti-appear throughout the valley a deadly silence. Here is the real nature, it allows you to feel fear, rather than want to go to conquer. Almost dusk, cars along the Nu River in the edge of the cliff, after a few kilometers drive carefully through the Nu River bridge. The bridge is a depot, is also off the bridge tunnel. A mountain stands firmly in the Nu River, if you do not have mountains, the bridge repair is also not a fear. The road is just too narrow to accommodate a car to walk the cliffs in many places or under Chuanzao by. Junction of ice is still melting in winter, the long icicle will drop a few drops of ice water to the neck. Days completely dark down the stars is the only light, paper-cut-like mountain shadow for a while posted in a dark sky, the next minute the sky together. Tibetan woman sitting next to me began chanting, it seems that the word repeatedly, they did not. At this moment, I seem to understand the meaning of faith.
At the fifth day of the landing point, climbed the caravans, they found two more handsome Tibetan youth, a smile, thus revealing two rows of neat white teeth. Remains turned snow-capped mountains, to the top of the hill and then hanging streamer, and then in the canyon among the repeated transfer. When the car wear clothing with a valley, a picturesque landscape of the town - rawu unfolded before my eyes. Ran Wuhu little rawu snow-capped mountains to the east-west separation of its two parts. Continuous rolling snow-capped mountains reflection in the water even more pure Ching, while the lake is looking half blue, half white. Has just occurred here in the winter snow, it can also be found everywhere traces left by an avalanche. Owners of sellers take advantage of the gap, I went to go walk around the lake, became acquainted with the two 45-year-old little girl. There is a little girl speak Chinese very well, the original is the military depot of the soldiers to teach her. On the occasion of being Huan-phase, allowed to gaze longingly off from the caravan had to hastily broke up. Ran Wuhu car has always been along the westbound, the lake more and more narrow, and eventually Palongzangbu River. Went to one of the larger villages, dozens of packages unloaded from a vehicle large tea, dozens of pairs of shoes, dozens of packages detergent, accounts forget half a day. A time when a primary school in the village school, now there are dozens of curious kids around me. I atlas out and tell one looks more clever boy: I come from, how the past, and now you have the village is where, I would like where to go. I do not know in the end, he did not quite understand, finally, I put this map copies were sent to him. Then again, in his request, to the dozens of children's photography, the background is the bridge in the village, just a 78 yak parade passed. Yishanbangshui to leave this village, and soon went to another one village, there is more than just that like paradise, because this is front of the house behind the house was covered with a matte finish peach blossoms. I climbed up and down in the village, looking for the best angle to shoot down the village. No attention to me. Only in an alley Daoli, with a calf born in their territories, did not take long, is I and cattle are at a loss when a little girl out of solution of the Wai.
With the two Tibetan Youth 1 a meal and found out they both Dawu County in Sichuan small red roof Lama Temple, to go to Lhasa, the big Ramoche further studies. Their only luggage is a beautiful deep red leather backpack, which loaded are classics. No wonder I started to ask them to Lhasa and what to do, they just laugh, say nothing, and was originally two people who practice Buddhism. 22:00, arriving Bomi County. Caravan has come to the end, the owner told me that every year a good road, they ran 34 times so.
Bomi is also the sixth day did not come to the feeling of the plateau, the air humid, vegetation and verdant, the early morning flood rising from the ground on a semicircle of the rainbow. Have not see the snow-capped mountains, the valley is always misty. Bomi to Nyingchi section of the road should be the most dangerous of the Sichuan-Tibet line, usually the general unreasonable bus. Could perhaps sitting in front of a large caravan of reason, or have not yet reached the rainy season, landslides are not more expensive or because I have spent six people including the driver with the crowd in a Beijing Jeep on the road is also difficult to walk and not feel . First flat asphalt roads, and occasionally can see the horses are running wild horses grazing at the roadside, shiny black fur. Rest halfway when entering the forest side of the road, each step, are like standing on the soft high-grade carpet, I do not know how many years of fallen leaves paved formed. There are several roads are washed out by flooding in the mountains, a jeep leapt off, splashes intermittent spray. In the most terrible tangmai a natural barrier, just mud-rock flow occurred, but the thin soft mud on the ground has been paved by Jigen logs, it is still very easy car passed.
Driving through a nearby rumbling smoke steam, the original road below there is a boiling hot spring. Climb into the front of a mountain Nyingchi, there was then it began to snow goose feather and saw a pilgrimage to Lhasa believers, step a head length and so on. I do not know where he was from, but also I do not know when he was in this way to reach the end. 15:00, arriving Linzhi county. Tibet's Jiangnan breeds mud Yanghe outside the city across a beautiful arc, a hill slope, there is then hand-set kinds of Princess Wen Cheng of the cypress. Cooper, like thousands of years, like Mani Dui hung a streamer. Fu Dongzhe spring air atmosphere, a carved door over her a wealth of Tibetan people. Flood the fields dotted, dotted with a variety of livestock. Surrounded by silent, only one person I would walk in Kongkuo the asphalt, the feeling for this plateau in the spring.
The seventh day the road to Lhasa from the Nyingchi not as imagined would be slightly better, there is a very long period of the road, China and Pakistan can not stand Britain lame car, along the way were changed four tires. Each stop, everyone looked at the driver, or concentrating on every move, or find a place to sit down and chat with the sun. Finally in the evening after midnight, the car entered the Lhasa valley. Wan extension of the Lhasa River flowing slowly out of the city's downtown area looks like. Suddenly, with my colleagues of the Tibetan Youth cried: "Look, the Potala Palace." Twilight of the Potala Palace, the solemn, dignified, there is a special classical posture. Remember a few years ago a very popular song: "Back in Lhasa, the long-awaited return to our home 。。。。。。" life is a long trip, insisted in the end to get, such as lotus joy. I want to experience a dream come true feeling, why they take the Sichuan-Tibet line came to this place from the sky recently.
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