Tibet has been in my mind is just a legend, Tibetans in mind hills public water source, Gang Ren Bo Qi, and I am more a distant world. I once said to himself that case, lifetime if you can go to the legendary center of the world to see one, then the value of the die. then I must not think that desire in my over 30 years of age this year and can really reach out and touch to be.
A few days ago I saw that afternoon Phoenix polar tourism, followed by the Japanese Sekino's footsteps. To see if he wore in the Gobi Desert dust a difficult journey to see a strong Tibetan honest rushing yak crossing the Himalayas, and then I filled with a warm heart, I saw a few months ago where my close off! then transferred Kamiyama ascetics, that the ancient river valley where vast welter of colorful streamer gradually my eyes moist.
Ma Lihua, after visiting Tibet, where write-Gang Ren Bo Qi described the mood, said: narrative process is easy, but to enter the spirit of this unprecedented journey, my pen was hesitating hesitate forward. There is such a maxim: "Those who can not be made to say, the right to be silent." Yudai tight-lipped about this unspeakable thoughts, helpless soul, left alone to face this difficult soul-stirring probation.
I'm just an ordinary travelers, there is no deep study of religion, even if carried with a sincere heart have gone through this many people turn Pufu Zhao mountain, soul and no soul-stirring probation. In the departure day, this road has gradually spread to the bottom of my heart, often in inadvertently, gently touched the hearts of the most susceptible Flanagan.
My travel diary, it is but I have Shiquanhe money to buy the value of a primary school exercise books. Ali had been written into the next from Xining, every day of the record only a few pens. Xining After that I will not have opened it.
Turn it on the mountain two days is written like this:
May 4, afternoon and 12:30 for duty-jen-bo Qi and eat there. 2:30 start Guge reunion entrance of the valley experienced customs crew, photo. 10 pm to reach the first camp. Many people, wind, tents, multi-hole, very cold.
May 5, early melting would like to go home, counseling, decided to come along. Slope along the way to the Peak Zhuo Mala. Under the mountain is very slippery, dangerous. Many people who kowtow pilgrimage, filled with emotion. All the way to go, legs almost dragged unchanged. Back pain. Evening 9:00 to tha cheen more.
It is these simple words, but I seemed to hear the tent camp, under the dim light that the young mother from the Yushu weak voice. She and his son have switched three times, she did not know how much they will turn the ring, she looked haggard, voice low. She was no more than four years old son Zhigu curious laugh at me. I seem to have smelled the Tibetan people free accommodation to pilgrims tent-filled some of the choking smoke flavor of the stove. After the smoke there is still carrying a long barrel butter what to do on a buttered tea stout young monks. Tent outside the whistling wind, the young mother has been with her husky voice for me to translate. Would like to reach out to her hug her a little more power, but did not dare. I brought the water muddy brew of instant noodles sitting between them, like sitting on two world. I just want to try to understand that world. I know that I do not go into.
Ali, after entering, they have been walking in the Himalayas and Gangdise between the two ancient mountains, follow the way of the sky through the dust as we are about when the Kailash Mansarovar Yatra disappeared, people can not help but think that this God bless. The wind is still howling, clouds wriggle passing, the sun among the clouds, diarrhea from the United States and the United States Lun magic golden yellow light and shadow on the meadow began to flow. We are under the watchful eyes on Kamiyama's passing. The warmth of the setting sun, a group of Tibetan antelopes then crashed into a group of line of sight.
Daytime and then continue to walk for six days, to Shiquanhe to Japanese soil, to the Rada. Six days later, we are back. This time we became firmly in the big meadow where it exudes staring at a black metallic sheen surrounded by a rounded mountain top to see the snow white. This is the Buddhist, Bon, Hinduism, Jainism the center of the world, which is thousands of years hundreds of millions of people want to go to the Pantheon, which is 10 million people use body Pufu Zhao measured four weeks in order to achieve sin to be cleared Buddha's holy mountains.
I finally came. In the Year of the Horse Year Sakyamuni's Benming really embarked on this by turning the road. I have taken the first step when Gassho meditation. I am not sure I can hear the voice of the Buddha. Just pray that Mt circle 12 times the additional merit can bless my parents health.
According to the holy mountains go, Shence caoba open after its Himalayan peaks of the mightiest of mountains stretching Cang. Strong winds, biting, often sweeping up a storm of dust. Employed two Chinese-speaking Tibetan guide will not cover their like a masked bandit. Lhasa, is now proceeding to a full 10 days, the body has already adapted to the altitude. However, more than 4500 meters above sea level to go down this path still some jagged asthma.
Beijing Guge encountered starting with friends, talking about their "living death" experience to marvel at. They met the first day of high mountains on the big storm, the wind could not open the eyes of people, visibility is almost zero. Knee-deep snow and difficult Nuebu, adhere to a camp full of shoes where the ice pants. Worse, is that there is not even one of them wiping sunscreen. His door when we were almost afraid to phase identification, this one pale-faced scholar, transfer Kanyama had three days of face is still swollen and red ear two days ago is still pus. Projections down, they are long and difficult journey inside the storm, when we are passing Kamiyama, immersed in a dream-like landscape inside.
Even if there are no major storms, and no one would think that he is a relaxed way. 57 kilometers of walking distance, but also crossing the middle of 5630 meters of the Zhuo Mala Hill. In addition to overcoming the reaction to high altitudes, but also to challenge their own physical strength. Listened to a number of recommendations four of us with only two water bottles. The fatal move of the evening the next day I nearly died of thirst on the road. Devout Buddhist pilgrims total lie buried in the road in order to be able to be proud of, I have to feel giddy when the thirst in mind is waiting for me to go home with a little gold Buddha lover. It was only a chance to find a little gold Buddha ornaments, I had intended it to accompany me in this Journey to the West. However, to the airport only to find the neck on the empty, I asked the husband off to go home will certainly hang Xiaojin Buddha This wave some apprehension to fly to Lhasa.
Is a pessimistic person, and always have the courage to walk some way. This allows starting when the heart every time I have some more or less tragic. This time, even ahead of schedule in their hearts to be good to her husband's message. Has not put pen to paper but refrained. Yes ah, if a person is really missing in the way, what more is left, what important? Mt, I do hope that this road is really the way of transmigration, in my after the cessation of the life of this world are still waiting for me under the I,.
Regardless of how much prior to departure hesitation and worry, and the aircraft landed safely at that moment my heart is still filled with joyous. The soul seems to have been released, Tong Shen carefree incomparable. Ten days later walking in the transfer of this ancient belief in me by the way is unprecedented with assurance: I know that even if there are big problems persist as long as I can certainly has completed.
We encountered the first one to switch Yamahito benzene believers, he walked hastily down the hill from the front, wrapped in black and red padded gown, shining in the sun oil, sunglasses almost completely obscure the entire faces. I hesitate to shouted, "Tashi Chandler." He raised his head, dark face exposed teeth, "Tashi Chandler." I washed happy he is smiling.
I was really happy. He is the first one I saw benzene followers, the ancient place known as Katao developed to primitive religion in Tibetan followers. Since Buddhism was introduced in Tibet, Bon forces will be reduced on the 1st day, because few and not easy to see, we have an extra layer of mystery. The day before I visited Guge Kingdom Palace is Katao ruins left behind for future generations. Sun baking, have lived thousands of subjects Katao forest cutting in the soil on the mountain caves and valleys south of the palace on the Hunhuang silently staring, even with the silhouetted against the blue sky meniscus, mountain remnants of Duanbi Yuan, bunker housing still seems sad desolation. Bent picked up in the shallow sense of loss in the Loess Plateau in a few hundred years ago the body armor soldiers of rusting metal films, "History of Yanai diffuse in the former." This is a small piece armor now quietly lay on my wallet, had intended to make it emerged in the luster to a few hundred years ago, but has been reluctant to erase the traces of time.
This moment with my passing is that this ancient religious believers. When I really see them from far off towards the direction of a hurry, I come to see them and I was wrong body and become obsolete Road out "Tashi Chandler" after a brilliant smile, my heart had no probe the mysterious curiosity. A distant and familiar kind be replaced.
We climbed the hill, Kamiyama first appeared before me. Top of the hill has a huge Mani Dui. Wind Horse Flag in the wind brawl Lala. Two wizards to lay down their backpacks, in situ Fu Shen kowtow. We Mani Dui clockwise around the circle. Down the slope, the immediate emergence of a broad valley reach of eyes can see the legend that has been a huge streamer. There Tibetans are steadily embarked on a call-in to the mountains. They are surrounded by fabric lapel, wooden hands with the additions of special gloves, face due to dust cover is not able to clarify the senses. When they stand up and clap your hands together to the day, the mouth mutter prayers, and then knelt down, hand-reach, until the whole body prostrate on the ground. Got up and scratches when the hands of the board and tried to blot Department, but also together in prayer, they kneel, they crawl, and so again and again. Throughout, gray eyes, just staring at the ground. Since then all the way many of these pilgrims encounter, there are children, there are young men and women, there are elderly. They crawl in the snow water, mud, do not know how long knock, knock still do not know how long. The full meaning of life is just like a pilgrimage and remembered the sixth mantra "Om chanting microphone hum do it," came to wait for another reincarnation.
Will be close to this huge streamer, it's been shot looked up at the high Kamiyama, to pull through the shot as the center of the wind and horse flags formed a huge circle. Follow the wizard to turn clockwise. He remembered Tibetan scriptures, walking in the air and throw the multicolored pieces of paper through the book, then the heart of the sound since his falling, in our mind as roaring, breathtaking seem to be deterred, falling behind him walked the paper, my face gradually change color. Until the turn out of this magic circle, stopped the mouth is no longer dare to read the sixth mantra.
Perhaps the dry season, along the valley slope shore rocks piled up and down, our eyes looked around and said our predecessors did not see waterfalls. We may be starting later than the day of transfer Yamahito, in addition kowtow along the pilgrimage, they come only from a distance winding benzene followers. Go short, and who did not bring any information. At this point 22 kilometers away from the first camp in the end how far, how long to go, no one knows. Asked the Tibetan guide, the answer is always: a moment. Is 21:00 on the road at the end of snow-capped mountains on the red start a little bleak. Teammate dissolved because of altitude sickness, gait slow. Chun, and a wizard behind to care for her. Not only worried about the weather they worried about finding a bed. I am anxious moment together. Days 1.1 point from gray turn black, but also become more black, the temperature has dropped drastically from wind gradually. Gestures drawn over the wizard, I nodded, and the forest to catch up with his pace and ran towards the direction of camp, intends to arrange accommodation, and then return to pick them up. Ten o'clock, and finally saw the star point of light.
Lin flashlight stood not far from the name of the darkness toward to the direction of Akira time. , I followed the guide into the smoke-filled tent. The dim light, he is there to do what the monks a buttered tea. Tuzao on the burning water, steam emitting from the spout Put Warrant. Sitting in a circle around the stove pilgrimage Tibetans who are either old or young, most of them looked tired. Almost all day, do not turn down the infirm. Wizard and that monks talk a moment, told me that can live across the tent. I went to see it worn tents, on the ground take a 10-centimeter-tall wooden, has slept with two people, head wrapped in Yanyanshishi. Lama brought a dirty Huhu of mats and a greasy quilt, although there is no heating, fireplace, but also there are holes in the wind from blowing, whatever the outcome, this night is a place to sleep.
Soluble finally arrived, panting into the tent to sit down, his face sallow. Jun said that she had decided to return tomorrow morning, he and a guide to accompany her back. -Lin, a pan-gray face, saying that no stomach discomfort, vomiting. I brought dissolved and the monks sat in the tent-jun, a roomful of smoke inhalation may people's eyes full of tears. Tibetans borrowed a bowl of instant noodles to indiscriminately eat dinner.
I do not know until a few daze at night to sleep, legs and feet always cold. The forest and jun body hole next to the tent, but was almost frozen stiff. Morning, still dark the days, the outside has been noisy up. Accommodation of the travelers are preparing to start early morning departure from tha cheen ready to switch to end the day of the Tibetans also happens to arrive at this time. Although have been huddled in sleeping bags with eyes closed, still felt more and more bright days outside the tent. Sleeping bag aside the moment a loss cap, and finally the body warm courage drilled using a night nest. Stuck tent, I tempting the "Ah," a cry, and Gangrenboqi impressively on the north wall in front of me! Messy night there is not even aware of this! At the moment, the sun vague shapes of the towering snow-covered with tall and straight black cliff, the wind although still biting, standing in front of these people to mind a large orange-red or hot.
Rest of the night, we might have any better spirit. Lin is no longer stomach. Jun consider a long time decided to continue to go on. Although dissolution order the return of backpack, his attitude was not as strong as yesterday. I took her out of the tent. Gang Ren Bo Qi front of the north wall of the orange-red is gradual weakening. Wall from the north east, rising more than 700 meters above sea level is the highest point Zhuo Mala throughout the peak, mountain completely covered by snow. I stand behind solvent, if now go back, you really will regret it. She hesitated, turned on me, let's go.
Four back on the road, the wizard shook the hands of dissolving support her all the way uphill, I would walk in front of the forest, after pressure from time to time to encourage two. Although more than 5000 meters high in the climb, do not feel exhausted. On the contrary, was surrounded by snow-capped mountains, in a prime-white world of climbing, big mouth and draw Qinglie pure air, but added physical and mental carefree, had no ideas and personal considerations. Lin-jun and even have the energy to go to the snow from time to time to play a roll. The lessons learned friend sunburn, we have it almost every two hours, once again wiping sunscreen, forestry, and impeccably cleaned and a look of white-Jun Hu Hu, like most of the zombies.
Mounted the first steep slopes, have increased to 5300 meters above sea level. The snow slope on the left to see sporadically Sanzhao some clothes, hats. Know that we finally reached the land of death. This is the dead land. Here leave their own clothing, hair, blood can be a symbol of his death. Perhaps the true with the body, Fan Xin's dead, people will feel Mingguang, revealing the original nature, "It is like pure cloudless sky." Guru Padmasambhava said, "All living things have life, death and regeneration of many times, they have repeatedly felt that ineffable Mingguang, but due to ignorance of the shelter, they are endless in the endless wandering in samsara." I have prepared the clothes, but gave pastoralists before departure. I'm just sitting here, under the slopes of clothing looked Sanzhao Kamiyama, Buddhism and know that I am.
The way to go on earth, we walk through the valley, at dusk has been to, everything is some vaguely. I was on top of a rock cliff to attract, he was like a Buddhist devotee and crabs stick, Phi hair, face a moderate kind. Leng Leng, I looked at him, that smile would suddenly alive, and he washed me a slight nod, pointing to the direction we move forward, and his wide-sleeved robe fluttering in the wind. I Rourou Yan, looking forward to this all just illusion, but he clearly also became firmly established in the cliff in front of me laugh, Zuiyi Zhang a combination, I can not hear him. Implicit watched him slowly into the clouds, fear, pay close attention to my heart. Return trip carefully inspected by eye, not even that piece of rock can not be found. I do not know it was illusion or any other, I am sitting here faced with Sanchi, the Buddha must know.
Singapore left the dead continue to walk in the snow. Head a team of benzene followers to go down the front is an old lady, I have Road out "Tashi Chandler," to her and her laughter behind the person. Hand pull me she used to say a few words in Tibetan rumble, look at my puzzled expression, she also pointed out that his own mouth, her lips full of dry skin, cracked with a hole in one. I thought an acid, busy took out lip balm, hold up her withered chin, and makes a painting to help her. She was pleased to sip a sip, cloudy eyes narrowing his years, face blooming childlike smile. Gently hug her, I stood there watching them in this group of people away.
Increased by about 100 meters above sea level again, and we stood to Zhuo Mala Peak a snow slope before the final. This is the longest and most steep one, looked up, it seems to snow slope through the sky, the slope of the people as if the sun-drenched skies are to climb inside. We stood under the slope break, adjust the breath in preparation for the final test.
I have taken steps last of these steep slopes. Only a few steps then paused, heart throb, it seems that pop out from the chest, had to constantly breathe Zhangtailezui. Looked up, his companions also Zhengda I exhaled. Rest for a while, steady heartbeat a bit, I wound and once again lifted his leg. So walk Chuan Chuan, people gradually some machinery, legs and feet are like a shrub of lead. Norway steps up only 1.1 points, while the more up, snow tread the more real, the more slippery road. Hunched, focusing instead on your hands and feet to climb, the eyes do not already looking around they simply stare at you under their feet. Until the middle of a big rock on steep slopes Department before they can sit down and look back to when the road.
This now seems the way to when it is so remote and unfamiliar. It stretches down the hill from our eyes, winding disappear in the distance endless white inside. The direction of our march towards the pilgrims who looks just black dots moving on the snow. Sat stone, bathed in sunlight, though living in a cold world, the body been warm tan. Only Kamiyama has been invisible heart gradually cool up there. Snow emit bright light, thorn were only willing to get black eyes, hiding behind the lens. There's that moment from the bottom of my heart filled with sorrow, went so far as some unstoppable.
Close to days of prayer for the afterlife journey of years, this trek the lonely people. . . So tiny. . .
Really do the next life?
Buddha really there to see?
That day, we in the sunset light has gone through Kamiyama. It is unique to Tibet, the setting sun from the West injection towering golden sky, dyed the whole Baga grassland. He then went to Rada way, we are just at the end of Sri Lanka, another prairie mountain road, the same as the sunset hours, in addition to distant peaks of the Himalayas are still holy, everything between heaven and earth enveloped in golden light shed on the Western Paradise years, even grasslands rut not see are hidden in the halo. We have an endless red where this ride, surprise, wonder, until the gorgeous retreat, the last touch of strange blue sky disappeared, the night together, the wind everywhere, cold comes, who suddenly felt insignificant, lonely and ineffectual.
Our evening light where grassland Baga road towards the West, the setting sun with scattered group of 45 Tibetan antelope. It really is a wizard Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the long gazelle angle, fit and posture, the pace of light, it is fascinated. This is a wonderful evening, from the holy lakes to Kamiyama, another plateau wizard accompanied moved some to withstand the moment. Then when the sunset of the last hint of red still in the distant mountain ridges, car explosion in the grasslands of the child, trapped between the two ancient mountains, everyone would come to quietly accepted. 4 weeks gradually dark down a star-studded backdrop of inclusion of the entire earth. The wilderness where a quiet, even silent wind. You can smell the dark, it seems to be the ancient atmosphere.
Three hours later, we continue the road, car window Stars Unlimited, Long Yuet is high. We could eventually be lost. The wilderness trying to find a rut to identify the direction, but unfortunately seems to be a mysterious force, we find our car to go around here are just spin at the origin. We finally gave up fighting, Su Zhao body sat in the car waiting for dawn. Driver tired to lie on the steering wheel, I stare at a distance schungite absence in the sky. To see that the micro-bright flashing lights in the distance, I would wake up the driver to push his own face tears already. Explored a few hours at night, in fact, go to Shiquanhe Natiao the road, as we Shence far.
Now, I am still struggling in the snow slope on the climbing, looking up, the Peak is in sight, Kamiyama I Shence are far, only temporarily can not see. I always seem to breathe, and snacked on a walk, a heavy foot could not get to moving. Boosting the wizard asking for me, there's the Tibetan people are pushing, I am back to barely a smile thanks, consciousness is becoming somewhat ambiguous, my brain is also a chaotic, dimly heard the wind roar Peak.
I almost was pulling on the hilltop, the whole person tired. The wind whistled down from the heavens from the other side, blown on the front of a huge streamer with the sound of the wind horse flag pops. I mechanically followed the Tibetan shuffle turn clockwise to listen to their side while loudly chanting tossed into the air force by the book's colorful paper. Once again walking in the fluttering of paper filled with scripture, the heart is still the sixth mantra meditation, thought it is a blank. And the companion sat in the wind, watching streamer turn next to a flowing robes leniency by the people to see the immediate shaking of the expression of these serious face, vicissitudes of life, the young, childish. Life more like a spinning top Oh! Only difference, where swing is Buddha, while the rotation of their lives they are willing to mortals everybody.
Stood on the mountain and the closest place that the soul can finally face the Buddha, followed by the flow of people slowly underground the hill, only to find that, the Peak At that moment, actually do not know what to do in their own direction towards Kamiyama glance.
The first section of the road down the mountain of ice melt very steep insurance. I have some hesitation, the wizard grabbed my hand and motioned me with his next. Only a few steps, they are sufficient appalled me. Wizard is a native Tibetans, while on the road very mature, but can not help but want to slip a few. I can not imagine if I really lose one's footing fell ravine, how will he be able to Catch. . . So determined to find their own path. The way screen the air cautiously looking for place to support the foot, step a trend, would come to safely down.
Elevation of steady decline, physical strength also returned a lot. Only four of the shortcomings of the two water bottles have been seen: We have already had no water, and intolerable thirst. Jun into the forest and no one Taguo snow or raise a taste on the mouth, repeatedly nodded his head, but also greet me and dissolved into. Let us not care too much thirsty, grabbed her mouth to send the snow to go straight. Ice cool to really like sweet dew, can not help but eat a few mouthfuls. Next to the stop of the Tibetans and wizards again and again to stop, saying that would eat a lot of stomach pain. This having left the station we got up and walked out.
Think of the most difficult journey has been behind, there has been snow moisture, I once prepared by the spirit, went so far as the way forward to cheering washed down the gentle slope, completely do not care about the height of more than 5000 meters above sea level. Looking back partner, Michael Lindsay with long legs had been down, Chun crutches tucked step in a jolt, and only melting is also an honest step by step.
Chaos down the steep rubble, farewell Zhuo Mala Hill, Gang Ren Bo Qi east into the valley. Snow depths of the water from the outflow of the riverbed to form several streams of varying width, the river end up with a thick layer of ice, turn on the mountain who had walked to travel through the ice in the valley. The more people step on the ice becomes water and perfunctory, and often to the previous, listening to the following, but after the water gurgling sound, always hesitated for a moment before they step foot in suspense.
Has seen the transfer of the Tibetan mountains, regardless of gender and age, one by one Jianbu like a champ. Mentioned in one breath, decided to side with the Tibetan girl Bibi leg muscles, initially can be parallel, a few minutes later, only looked at her in the back of the copies of the panting. Soon, Lin also marched legs than me, and shadows gradually disappeared in the mountains over there. Until then thirst, vision, only one person himself, I realized that he took the kettle, and I have nearly 20 km before the switch to mountain!
Looking back on antecedents, I do not know when Chun can be dissolved, and rushed to see the body before it is a never-ending mountain of a bend. Had to feel a glimmer of luck, hope the valley appears to have families. Stride forward to continue to drive forward, the mouth has become increasingly dry, throat is also a burst burst of sparkle. It is 51, imagine the old home, just leaning against sofa, sipping drinks watching TV, or perhaps iced drinks for. I was thousands of miles away in the snowy plateau faltering, 24-hour eating instant noodles do not say a generation, and now even the desire to drink water has become a luxury. Devout Buddhists in order to be able to sleep on the total turning proud of the way, I was thirsty, I just want to feel giddy when the Beijing home, as well as at home waiting for me with a little gold Buddha lover.
2 Chouxian wizard that moment, almost like a savior see, my heart is full of gratitude for God's sake. Edifice for a long time, they finally understand what I was looking for water. Seriously said to me that as soon as there is water, and the pointing to the front, it is there. I Dianqi feet craned to see, though nothing to see, and my heart is still full of hope, to speed up the pace to keep up with them. Half an hour passed, an hour passed. Dangling my feet stopped. Ask, Where is? They are still pointing to the front, it is there.
I looked at the mountain at the end of the previous bend really can not see tears.
Continue to walk, dragging legs, drooping of the head, due to dehydration, mouth feel sticky, almost speechless, people are also weakly. Guide to accompany you around and one will be pulling me to a Mani Dui, pointing to the ground footprints, said the Buddha, one will be pulling me to another Mani Dui, pointing to the ground blot say that the Buddha. I just listlessly to be. I know he wanted to comfort me, but do not speak Chinese. Another wizard suddenly clutching his nose, head in hand turn in the past, and soon the blood flow from the finger joints, dripping on the ground. I suddenly Huang Leshen, busy out toilet paper to his stuffed nose. Can still flow incessantly. He motioned us out first how is this good? The two of us stood still. A moment, does not seem to bleeding. The three resumed. Within minutes he did not expect his nosebleed began dripping down his chin down, I am worried, but can only be standing next to him handing in the slip. Such a tripling far, and the other pointing to a row of houses facing the water, when I say that I have not be happy up.
Guide for me discuss the water. Porting warm cup, tears almost every stream out. As the saying goes, life, water, water for life, I am now better realize the profound meaning one. Drinking water, the emotions calm down a lot. Wizard's nose yet, it's just the frequency of bleeding is less frequent. The room will be a number of Han-Tibetan words, said, here are nine kilometers away from tha cheen. Sigh with resignation, even if have to crawl back into off to climb. Out of the room, and a person sitting bored earth platform, such as solvent and Jun left behind.
Far, and saw them turn the mountain bend, Chun pulled in front of a walking stick, dissolved in the back pulling. Starting from early morning to the present, has gone almost nine hours, physical dissolving the weakest and surely she had tired pole, in fact I started feeling that pain waist up.
Sure enough, up lumbar pain, sour pain, take the Tiger Leaping Gorge is also the last day but only Detoxification, but now I just some Zhibuqiyao. Life for the first time, walking walked back pain. Rong shuffle said, you see, there are rutting, and Lee is not master how to pick us ah? I am also frustrated, already visible outside the Baga river valley grassland, and the total has come to the stage, but how ah? Jun lie from time to time we say, fast, fast, and then climb a hill and went out.
Faster, and eventually the fast, a pedestrian finally stumbled out of the valley. Warm, warm light rushing toward us, but also the sunset! Baga was a pale yellow grasslands have been mapping, Gurla peak still quietly standing in the distance. We have light years away towards tha cheen. There are shepherds hurry sheep walk in front of the light and shadow inside to see him waving a whip, sheep bleating cry break out. Ride started moving in the direction of tha cheen see, dimly, the tent began giving curl of smoke is drifting into the sky.
Author: wenwen0938
