After a night's rest, our spirit has returned to a very good state, decided to continue to complete this feat, walk on the sea of milk, a little less heavy loads, the extra equipment to stay in tents, in the 7:00 bell to see other people also washed, we will set off five people. Inspired by the way the ice on the grass, to milk, embarked on the sea, in the mountainside to see the roadside, and of the future but also the icicles are dripping down, a touch of a layer of mist covering the valley, in sight of the central Mai Yong magnificent beauty of snow-capped mountains. All this seems to be walking in a dream among the mountains along the way offset fatigue. At 9 o'clock or so, one after another Colts beyond us, will King's two feet away, but four feet. And more going up, not when you can see into the team's caravan pulled passengers going up just when we started is still very full strength, and the way non-stop drive. But the road very well, it seems horses and mules of the hoof is a powerful tool for the road damage. Is basically the mud over and over, there is rubble everywhere, and just the beginning when it comes to thinking about how to avoid the mud, walked on, nor the time these grounds, and continue to climb, ascend the plateau weight-bearing is painful, walking is not to Ji Shibu on asthma thunder, feeling like a full sprint and then finished the 10,000 meters but also forcing you to run a timed 100 meters, as gone from the smaller. From time to time to eat the sun ginseng supply of films, but the effect is very obvious. Hand holding a big old revolutionary tripod, looking at the old revolution, more than 60 years old, and even went to our young people to play and climb mountains, really a bit ashamed, a little regret at the same time, like the foot fell in love with photography, if not like that Triangle frame and that the Ministry of single-lens reflex, walking up and will certainly be more comfortable. But the regret is of no use but to the blind while listening to Tuba Lu cried out: "Bitter is not hard to think of march 25000, tired, think of the revolutionary old-timers" continue to go up step by step. There are several horse-drawn travelers, holding up the Tibetans to see us, have erected a thumb, saying yesterday that we walk up, great. These compliments trying to get me excited, but the reality is cruel, or to be brought up as a heavy machinery up feet. Before 12:00 noon, and finally on to the milk, the sea, watching the 4900 meters of pulling milk sea, showing a deep blue sea, look down from above, as if cattle breast, as in snow-capped mountains shadow Teruyuki Under the Cameo White outflow of water from the gap in nourishing the valley of the things.
As is too tired, I lay down on the milk sea grass, watching the deep blue sky, a cloud does not, in such a good scene, I actually fell asleep, ten minutes later, astonished, while awake, and my heart scared to think, at this high altitude is not a place to sleep want to see the Marx. Lunch is only a few chocolate biscuits. Add water later, we started off down the retreat down the road to go a lot better than the mountains, it seems "easier to go into the mountains down hard" that this case should be rewritten. Trot all the way, 3 o'clock on the back of the cattle, the small break will pack up to go back Chonggu Si, due to up right away when the fear of cattle, decided to ride down the mountain, talked and laughed along the way, it is easily washed on to the Temple of the. Where heartily enjoy the sunset brings warmth, watching the winding river flowing slowly on the lawn, in the distance horses grazing in a leisurely manner. In the big tent at night the room, watching the moonlight hazy night sky, a little forgotten call of the natural, almost like a long stay here, a monk when the monks. In the evening, the sun and the moon decided to separate us, and They go to hell tomorrow, Cass Gorge to the village to the other side to see, and then back to the village from the Cass Daocheng.
18, tired, feel today that a special may be the first two days of exhaustion do not want to go to the sea pearls. On the lawn of Chonggu Si quietly enjoy the beauty, to make a final nostalgia, the heart may no longer know the future has arrived. Ah! Do the hearts of Shambhala.
11 o'clock we walk down the mountain, to cloudy dam waiting for a train back to Inagi. Less than 1 hour and went down. After lunch, the car has not come. See a lot of people are waiting for a train, including a tour group have been waiting for quite some time, heard that the car breaks down, Naqu Xiu, but now no news. This place has no cell phone signal, not even a phone call did not, everything depends on manual transmission of information, only the fate of the. I had to go outside and the sun has. By 3:00 pm, and finally wait until the car came in, and this time is a hard small open car, he brought a passenger car came in, it seems that he has earned a fortune. After a cuckoo valley, the road dust, is also seen when there is no quiet zone. Back to Daocheng is next to the late, tonight we can also in the "burning Yuan restaurant," eat a big meal, a solution of the last few days of hunger, then go to a hot springs bath, wash a little bit of body odor, wash away the soul of the dirty, wanted to blow clean air back home.
19, due to not buy the ticket today, back to Kangding, the day had no choice but to hang around in Inagi, there are the beautiful highland scenery, with the simplicity of the Tibetan people, looking at the beautiful Daocheng County, increasing commercialization, the hearts of sigh Shangri-La will slowly away from the people, away from us, the pursuit of truth addressed to the United States caused by the crowd. (D)
Author: suweizhe
