7 is still up before dawn every day, carrying his luggage to the station, walk in the way, I really have a daytime and feeling.
Car driving on the road to Aden, Chaoyang sprinkle in the valley, the days are blue, open the windows, the wind burst Qinglie face descend quickly, Inagi River flowing beside, the car do not know who sings the broadcast of "Gaoyuanhong," I The heart is simply to fly, and really want to indulge singing a song.
Noon to a cloudy dam. I rented through the management office a horse. The beginning of a groom I pull to come is a mule, I immediately lodged a protest, saying that I am a rent "horse" instead of rent "mule", groom disagree: "mule is also a horse, will also be able to ride Well," I insisted on horses, a stalemate for a while, and finally changed over a horse. Qian Ma is a woman, she said: "Do not look at this horse is small, but its enthusiasm can be big." Having said so, but she was asked to back my backpack. I do not mean to a woman for me back, but fail to beat her insistence. Care of horses, who were the one hand this is their means of livelihood, two years is also really have a passion for horses, as his family look like.
Soon they arrive at a Chonggu Si. Just from the name of point of view, Chonggu Si has a sense of a dense old-fashioned. Chonggu Si Xian Nairi located in the northern foot of Aden, the river flows through the side. Passed a small bridge, first of all to see is a row of wooden huts, which is for visitors to stay Chonggu Si Camp zone.
Turned a few corners, we saw Chonggu Si. Chong Gusi extremely simple, but a dilapidated mud, but do not see the temple name, from the outside do not see this is the famous Chonggu Si. I went in and found that there is a small mezzanine floor above, so board after it.
The above area is also small, but for the one, like the Buddha, as well as the Panchen Lama and several other portraits. At this time the monk Tashi and took up, he told me, said Chong Gusi over 800 years of history, and the original size is much greater than this, but a fire destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, then was forced to move here. Everything was burned, and the only statue of Sakyamuni, as intact, everyone felt the Buddha almighty, so he moved to the rear, which is now here to continue worship. Even temple, he is now a total of only two monks. Later, a gang of colored sea-face of Mt monks, listening to them of the year in March to repair Chonggu Si. I think this is a good thing. Maybe next time I came again to see when this Chonggu Si is not present, but what is the true face of the history of it? Is now a simple pole of the mud, or in the future glorified majestic Basilica of it? I am afraid that is in dispute.
From Chonggu Si out of the wrong I Zhuo Mala (pearl harbor) walked. Road is very steep, but not tired, let the groom holding the horse followed. Xian Nairi soon to the next. Xian Nairi by locals as the Goddess of Mercy statue is a three mid-elevation Kamiyama the best and most majestic one. At this point, I stood at his feet, a strong light so that I can not face up to him, I can only at his feet, head down, pay homage to him!
In such a holy mountains in front of individuals seem so insignificant, just as a dust in the vast expanse of the universe, and your eyes towering peaks, stands the earth, one with the sky.
Here I was the only one tourist, I went to the seaside pearl. This is an area of small Haizi, lake clear, the sun is divided into several color was. Around the quiet to the extreme, as if even the voice of the wind gently blowing over the surface of the water can be heard, next to the magnificent Xiannai Ri, surrounded by red leaves of the fir forest, as well as half of it urges probe into the lake of the Millennium deadwood . Snow-capped mountains, autumn leaves, clear water, dry twigs, on such a perfect combination of incredible, this clearly is the legendary human Xianjing ah. In such a Xianjing, people can only be surprised, only praise, only to yield, only moved.
Pearl left the sea to go back, but I was trapped in a long time just in shock. Visitors riding immediately after another came, and each saw a person, I would say to him: "It's beautiful, really very beautiful." Like murmured.
Once again, after Chonggu Si, I suddenly found an open area near the temple raised on a group of fat, even a large chicken, one began to feel very strange: a house of monks raise chickens do? Is meat here, a monk can drink? Then suddenly realize: Maybe stay for the next camp prepared. But the feeling is always a bit strange.
Left Chonggu Si, to continue to Luorongniuchang embarked. Towering Yangmai Yong (Manjusri) has been leading in front of us and around Aden River flows, river valley flanked by colorful forests, meadows, as if exposure to a watercolor scroll inside.
When the evening finally arrived Luorongniuchang. Turned a corner and saw a broad meadow, left Xianuoduoji, Yang Maiyong on stands in front of groups of yak in the grasslands where leisurely eating the grass, a sunset like a river under the Gulf of Aden thick golden yellow satin center from the prairie winds flow. May be too dazzling sunset, and my tears suddenly flooded out.
Aden, I came, I finally was coming. I simply say.
12 people lived in a big tent. Settle down, I went to sit down across the hillside, watching the sunset under the snow-capped mountains, forests, grasslands and streams, I feel as if has become a part of it, felt a kind of unprecedented peace.
Twilight more concentrated, suddenly windy, and temperatures quickly dropped down the back.
As night fell completely, the moon not yet out of the Big Dipper on the top of the head clearly visible. Plateau 4,000 meters deep and the night sky seems unusual Lengji, in addition to tent area and across the cow a few lights dim lighting, the whole Luorongniuchang ran into the cold and dark.
The time has come.
Back to the tent, I took out the wine. Mix next tried to persuade me not to drink, saying that drinking is dangerous on the plateau. I console them with a smile: "Never mind, that night I was drinking a lot of Litang have beer, a result, everything is not." In fact, even though I am also not afraid of risk. Every trip, I will minimize the weight of the backpack in order to Qingshenjianfei the road, but this time, I brought this bottle of French red wine here. Never mind that others do not understand, and even I myself did not seem to understand.
Opened the wine, out of the tent, the name of a small flashlight, walked to the dark prairie. After a tent, I heard a voice inside noisy, probe a look, there are several originally met on the road before. I asked: "Hey! Drink it?" Inside is also blunt, both men and women, took the bottle came one everyone Yangqibozai to go back to my hands, only a half bottle. I was glad that is distressed, and talk a few words to say good-bye out.
Came to the grasslands, and sat down. The torch extinguished, and all around Suddenly a dark, leaving only a cow's head, Han Xing and distant faint light coming from a few points.
In that moment, the world as if I am the only one person.
Severe cold prairie night, I force line and the line and the collar, so that some of their own to become warm.
Imported wine, but not cold, it warmed my body more and more frozen. Back, so passing in front of 11.
Or drink a bar, they found the bottle already empty.
If I can, I would like to get drunk here, drunk, under the moonlight in Aden.
Late at night, I should also go back.
Author: yangguo3804
