Experience of the Sichuan-Tibet
- Remember the summer of 2002 the days of wandering in the Sichuan-Tibet Highway
Each Inn is a wandering stranger to the beginning of the dream, though a foreign land, others
Of the city, but the dream is his own ...
Preamble
Wit, from the whole of Tibet, has been back two months. For two months, many of my friends have asked me in Tibet, what is most impressive. At first, I can think of a lot, as if towering Potala Palace, the magnificent golden dome of the Jokhang Temple, the street was fine crafts sorts, those who traveled to Lhasa, pilgrims Sanguijiukou plateau of the breeze, melodious pastoral, the multicolored streamer, rolling snow-capped mountains, and even those another on the streets of Lhasa in the Holy City for nothing under the sun a little wildflowers are also brilliant, I care deeply about ... ...
But whenever the dead of night, when recalled in Tibet of those busy-looking days, only to find the original in that mysterious and beautiful land, there had been a deep sense of emotion and thought, are gradually being returned from the daily trivial flat Chong's life farther and farther, and even far from the inaccessible, and only bit by bit the Sichuan-Tibet road is kind of memorable, long time can not be forgotten. How many times at midnight dream irresolute, as though he once again Beizhao Bao, Wei holding hands, walking on the Sichuan-Tibet road ... ...
(A)
From tomorrow, do a happy people horses, firewood, travel around the world ... ...
To each of a river a mountain to take a warm each the name of a stranger, and I bless you
To Tibet, I and Wei were unanimous in the Sichuan-Tibet line into the plans. I did not ask him why he chose to run away Sichuan-Tibet, I was very famous because of WILLY Napian of "Sichuan-Tibet Highway - the story of me and Xiaomei", which may explain I am a very emotional person who loves fantasy. Wei is the last summer, and I know in Inagi, as Aden road together to seal off the terrible wing, and thus forged a puzzled Food of Love. I think we are more than WILLY and Xiaomei lucky is that we do not take into account a lot of practical problems, since we want together, they together.
After the return from Everest, we began planning to go on the Sichuan-Tibet. At that time the news is very bad. Because of rain this summer, especially large multi-segment Sichuan-Tibet highway collapse, out of an accident are also particularly high. Although we are all a bit worried, but they all try the idea of holding a walk. So Long at the eight school message boards on the left of the article the same day, she found a pair of couples in Shanghai is willing to go the same way with us. Because of each other's goals and plans are the same, so quickly set the starting day.
August 6 morning, we boarded a shuttle bus to go 81. Lu in Shanghai has brought another friend - Hong Kong's Leung. We are five members of his people, thus embarked on Sichuan-Tibet Highway.
I lazily leaning back on, looking out the window the bright sun and endless scenery of the Lhasa River. Lhasa to 81 completely different landscapes along the road to Shigatse. Toyama, such as Dai, lush verdant hills nearby, full of life, the sun is the spirit come from the head shed, according to Tim in the trees on a layer of colorful halo, according to the water on the plating layer of sparkling Kam Fai. Hill deserted, far to hear a mellowed bird, with the babble of running water, and the sound of a good school of southern springtime, the grass is growing Ying Fei. Took a dramatic turn a pale but standing proudly holy eyes, then plainly the snow line, then he wanders the dark blue sky, could not help but makes eyes bright, extremely surprised by the surprises that nature gives. Hill has four seasons, Spring ownerless, and in this southern Tibet, to experience most vividly. Wei on one side, a little wait senselessly said: row of trees in autumn ... ... ... ... It is time to do dye what a beauty?
Traffic very well, knew the performance is close to destination. Way can be seen leisurely yak, antelope and donkeys, and even openly dog sleep in the middle of the road, cars are open to the eyes, and was leisurely Seto ocean to get up walk away. On both sides of the crown has been a long road together, and Lu is continuously extended on the middle of the tree I do not know the first turn with a few bends, it floats like a mirage in the bush town - 81, appeared in front of us a.
(B)
He said he was going to retreat behind the hill is the river in front of a thatched courtyard filled with trees and flowers, vegetables, etc. I say let's go to the old place on the bar after the start with the good, but I prefer cabins
1 out saw a sky full of starlight, the standing master of our driver and his son, a little worn next to the Beijing 2020. Wei is very warm, and that just looks a little bit handsome 17-year-old small group of Tibetan greeting: "how? Bomi take you to drive your dad play?" That boy sly smile: "Yes, but I drive!" what? ? ! ! ... ... 10 minutes later, that 17 years of age to haul old city hunter, carrying the seven of us, the way Britain bumps winnow rampage began our journey to Bomi.
Turn the color Zillah Hill, slightly a little blue sky, with Cecil strands of sunlight shot down through the thin clouds. Car to go very far, they arrive at a beautiful rouland. On the slopes outside the town in full bloom everywhere unknown children of wildflowers, just like houses, meadow dream, clear water to weigh irresolute, not with a saddle horse is not on the title to exile in the grasses of the grass, handsome elegant. Unconsciously to wander in for a long time. Lu and Liang more spirits are high and Tibetan villagers simply rented two fine horses, a Mercedes-Benz trying to get to the river, though a bit clumsy when riding, I really kinda like running up the time it is the opposite.
Pai-Long Gully was the first I have a real fear of places. That place did not plants, and plenty of gravel slope Man Shan Man head, shocking a large landslide, degree bend of the chicane and that sharp bends is frighten the truck under the debris. Ubiquitous roadside network is to use barbed wire, live rocks and rubble in an attempt to buffer landslide on top of huge boulders rolling down, they still would be smashed broke his stone rolled like the middle of the road. 17-year-old driver did not slow down a bit, I looked at him nervously, lest he blink of an eye, when we put the car were sent to the bowed roll gave the river go. Drive to halfway, watched on top there is a large stone fell away from us less than two meters in front of a 17-year-old slam the brakes, the driver alighted quickly look at the master, but fortunately only a false alarm, and then there is no other rock roll drop the. When you see tangmai bridge, I hang throats sinking heart finally fall back to its original position.
Tangmai car stopped, the small Jeep before the revolver has been fully tilted 45 degrees, and repair of the master to see that our eyes are like watching the same people are coming back from hell. Because of the lack of a part, may request early tomorrow morning to bring people from Bomi, we are forced to stay there a tangmai.
Live in a Sichuanese to open a small hotel, the fairly clean. After dinner walks toward the town, the legs felt suddenly walked a little ice-cold (I think that feeling is still Goose bumps), hands first touch, your mind and an animal, shouting: "There is ant Grasshopper! "and then ran back on the road and rushed to escape, desperately stomping, while stamp while still screaming, the frightened Wei down, and quickly rolled up trouser legs for me, put the two disgusting insects pulled down. Until the thought of his own when there is already a leech drilling a hole in his skin, although he eventually put it out Jinong, but a lot of blood flow. Back to the hotel when I was also a lingering fear everywhere extremely suspicious. Wei joke I said: "added to the foot Medog it, forget you!"
We sat on the hotel people drink coffee on the terrace opposite a lush mountains, misty, looks a bit like a fairy hiding place. Since the host told us that what the animals have the mountains, the weather, good times can often see a lot of monkeys down to the riverside water bath, bustling. There is said to Tiger, but no one to see. I went to Heart yearning stare at the opposite look. Xu is due to wet weather reasons, actually did not see a little moving, he must have monkeys were also blazing a cup of tea at home, Ann chat bar. Imagine himself laugh, and raise a glass of steaming coffee, Opportunity and Challenge, smell the aroma of coffee and gently took a sip, then a sudden feeling of cis-creamy fragrant Bai Hai in the limbs to spread the open. I could not help shut eyes and listen to the quiet mountains at night, when Wei met with me to sigh, then a trace of a smile on my lips Yang opened it ... ...
At night it rained, the rain falls on the leaves, the rustling, just encouraging people to fall asleep.
(C)
Do not ask me came from my hometown in the distance afar Why go wandering wandering wandering birds fly to the sky for a clean mountain stream to the wide prairie stray stray far away and there's also the olive trees in order to dream, do not ask me from the Where to my hometown in the distance Why go wandering Why go wandering far away dream for my olive trees
In the Bason wrong time, there is a group of cadres in Guangdong told us that the most beautiful scenery throughout the Sichuan-Tibet road in Bomi and rawu, and had no clear understanding of the spectacle of Ukraine. Bomi early ancient village, I really appreciate what is called the world outside the fairyland.
Jian on the distant snow Yingying, the hillside was green and lush. Nearby on the grass, unknown to bloom with wild flowers are scattered on the wind dance. Horses leisurely graze in the marshes, and sometimes also intimate with each other to wipe each other's head and neck. Lake of the verdant green poplars and lake island, with jade-like water exist side by side. Caoba on the brown wooden house jagged scattered on the hillside, the fence under the looming trees to hide the mapping. Each car turn a corner, we can see a completely different landscape.
Wei, and Lu is a dedicated amateur photographers, and insisted on foot down and take pictures. At this point, clouds set off the corner, let's see one side blue and the sky, carefree mood up, also light up the pace. Green leaves under the sun side of the road was clear clarity, people fascinated. We walk through the gallery of light and shadows, the clouds do not intend to, sunlight like magic, not help people crazy.
All the way to see a beautiful waters is not enough, unwittingly into the bar car on the wooden town. Bomi is also aided in Guangdong and Fujian, a small town, slightly smaller than 81, but it is also fun. Floating thin strands of rain drift heaven, lighting has become a halo round and round, it appears to warm more and more intimate night together, roadside cafes signs to flicker across the street, a child wandering in the field of small restaurants, Northeast dumplings Xinjiang Lamb Skewers children, Shanxi manual bread, Xining halal noodles, Sichuan Mala Tang is simply everything you can not help but make long hungry my appetite.
Living in the hostel common rooms Grain Bureau, the balcony is the snow-capped mountains across from the very so so near, it seems that it made a pearl-like radiance of the Snow Grains can be like a few so clear. A small town on the night if not peace and tranquility of the mountains, a little Naoteng feeling, but people feel real, feel back into worldly, rather than the illusion of birth has been extraordinary.
Wei getting a bit agitated, I knew he was worried about many things, just to hear the news on the street did not seem so good. Although grasp the logic of the determination to go on, but I know actually objection as long as there is a small, perhaps he was shaken. After all, the road ahead 1 confusion, and no one says no what will happen, and take a positive attitude, do not go might be a wise choice.
Author: yangtao18
