3 back to town, to small Yang took the luggage to come to look for a little gold car. Only here, at noon, when a shuttle bus from the bottom of Chengdu after the afternoon you can only come after the surface of the ground. We found that eating at home last night restaurants, a restaurant owner is more than 20-year-old young people had to eat yesterday, saying that if that time can not find the car, then you can go to him, he will be able to help us Walsh said. He did not honor its promises, did not take long to help us find a car back, I heard him use the local language of the taxi-driver said: "Everyone can only bring 10 yuan, can not be overcharged oh."
Beginning of the seven small surface connected to the driver just sat four individuals, coupled with our backpacks have also become quite spacious. But one day Longzhen has continually been on the train, and soon squeezed into the 11! Squeezed into the surface of seven of 11 adults, there are a lot of baggage! I feel the whole car pretty soon to be bursting, even though we repeatedly protested against the driver of this is "a serious overloading," will be very dangerous, but the driver was a look of do not care, "all right, all right," while others seem to have long accustomed to this situation. Yang Shou is followed by an old lady hailed, according to drivers stopped do not mistake, but still could not squeeze a few minutes to squeeze in before anything. But this time I've been too lazy to say anything, just seeking God has blessed.
To Xiao Jin County, had already 5 pm Hsu. I have sent to us directly to ask drivers to bus station. I asked about that day have no car to Danba, and so can only wait to go tomorrow morning, or chartered to go.
Found out from the retro side of the station is still waiting for us. Driver again and again to mobilize our pack his car to Danba. Xiaojin no spots, really do not want to spend the night here, after some bargaining, the final price of 80 yuan package of his car to Danba.
Xiao Jin began a traffic jam because the road ahead, but fortunately time is not very long, talked for half an hour after. After the road is like walking more, most of them are beautiful asphalt road. At this time the sun was going down, and Xiao Jin River under glittering in the sunset, jumping incessantly, it flows directly around us, to recover as we embarked on the Danba, no, it may not follow us, that we do follow it. However, it knows that it is the ultimate home where it will flow the Dadu River and eventually empties into the Yangtze, until the sea! And us? We're going where? Where is our final destination? We just walk forward, walking forward, and sometimes I even ask myself every time I travel what is the purpose in the end? I got what I wanted it? If not, then why should anyone choose to travel again and again? Perhaps, travel is just a way of life, as long as the chosen, like, as long as the road is like. Person's life, it is just a process only, in the long and short lives, only came to this world is completely accidental, only to leave this world is completely inevitable. Perhaps death is our sea.
Twilight is getting stronger, suddenly saw a "Danba community" sign. I subconsciously looked at my watch, time is 19:15. Beginning of this year when a friend on the proposed 51 to Danba, if not because of a sudden that SARS, if not because of some other things, if the. . . . . . . But life can not be assumed, can not again, we all have to accept everything has already happened. But at the moment, my friend, and perhaps exotic from autumn wind howling back to the warmth of the strike in Guangzhou.
Overnight Danba Hotel. The name sounds a bit scary, but in fact by a group of travelers from Guangdong, open, mainly for backpacker hostels, the beds have a variety of grades, we live in is 25 yuan / bed. In Netease's tourism pages you can often see their shadows. Is now at the business community, business, and have been a matter of course, but I do not know why my heart somehow uncomfortable feeling.
Handling procedures stay in the foreground, the even met a friend in Guangzhou! We all feel very unique. But life is so incredible, some people lived in a city with a number of years, if not deliberately make an appointment, it would not meet some people, but thousands of kilometers away in a foreign land, no preparedness, and on the saw. Like this, like a year ago, Lijiang. . . . .
Because no coachman, the next day after more than 8 points up and out of the hotel, the sun was out, That truly looked at everything around. In addition to telling the truth here, a little far away from the county seat, the environment is really first-class is said to be an abandoned factory converted to. A variety of flowers planted around the most is the willow and wild chrysanthemum. Xiao Jin River and the intersection in front of JINCHUAN RIVER, mighty towards the Dadu River, this time the rising sun, mist is not dispersed, Feng Fu Xian Liu, full round chrysanthemums brilliantly open, can not help but feel good, tired a few days journey sweep the best!
A home or car to the Tibetan villages. Tibetan villages away from the town very close to also 5,6 km. A newly built road winding-on, turn after a few bends to see Tibetan villages. Starting from the foot has been on the Peak, patchwork distribution of the hundreds of blocks Tibet House, the structure consistent, towards has been, almost all homes are drying on the roof full of golden corn, some of them hung a string of chili, white clouds Just halfway up the mountain at Shou.
The east of the mountains built two towers, I tried to board to see, but can not find the way, they can not see a local, so sweep aside the thorns on the break to go directly to the top. But the more thorny bundle up to go the more dense, more and more steep, while the companion to remain in situ reminders, and had to pick up the camera, facing the towers above, according to Chang-phase on the back left. Can not help a little disappointed.
Under Daocun Kou, has no car. Just encountered a local township government staff to act out of town, so we invite him to take a trip. He gave us said that only two years ago started to develop here, and this is also the newly repaired road, you just need to pay 10 yuan per ticket, that is, that the construction of this road. Few tourists usually come to an average of about 10 people a day also, but the Golden Week on a little more. He also said that local government is to group together here and in the ancient Tibetan stone declared world cultural heritage. Hope that everything here, including the people here, do not completely turn into a tourist bar in the eyes of the scenery.
After the return to town first thing tomorrow morning to the station to xinduqiao bought tickets. In order to facilitate the car tomorrow, we intend to live this evening at the station's own traffic hotel.
Danba Hotel Baggage Claim back when they ran into a friend who met last night, they are ready to go Dangling. And one of the same from Guangzhou travelers chatted up. She just Inagi returned, I asked her the other side of some things. She gave me the deepest implication of this is a very melancholy, suddenly remembered I do not know where to have seen the words: "well-being not far from OK!"
Is that true? I've been asked myself. No answer.
The afternoon group of ancient Tibetan stone house. Is also not far money can take a taxi to the bridge 10. Here, the county ran a lot of taxis, are small Otto, which are not equipped with tables, because it is the county seat 2 yuan, out of the county 10 per hour. As they are not chartered, stopped a taxi to the bridge. We only have to walk into.
Encountered two tourists from Chengdu, who turned out to be shirts and trousers, shoes, pan-liang, everyone carrying a briefcase, folder, one tie, also can not help but smile. Reveals that they acted to Kangding, the official in the body, but do not want to miss the scenery along the way, so this way all the way to play over, the real is stolen half a day of Bliss.
In my view, the landscape here, a ranking Tibetan villages than in the morning better, rolling hills, distant snow-capped mountains snow, the valley slopes on both sides of the numerous towers built. These towers several hundred years old, about the history, all from the stones piled in the beginning of the function of war. Approached looked up, like a sword straight sky, very spectacular! Ziff Davis, and yet felt a desolate: a few hundred years, people here have spent so much of human material and financial resources to build such a huge project, just to fight and kill! Now, inter-tribal war has gone, but a more than a high-rise, a more than a spectacular towers still stood in silence in between heaven and earth, in silently and feeling of the tragic vicissitudes of life and history.
I left the "Big Unit", a man along a remote trail up the hill Paqu. There are two kids say hello to me. I stopped to chat with them. This is a pair of brothers, my brother was seven, my brother 5 years old. I asked my brother: "There is reading it?", "No, Daddy did not give me the" "Then you want to read it?" "If you want, but the father said, and so I grew up, then let me go to school" say this, to clarify the bright eyes of all look forward to. I can not see his eyes, looked at elsewhere, could not help a bit sad: just that, he (they) will be there tomorrow?
I took out a row of chocolate and handed his brother, the little boy held out his hand, but they immediately shrink back, I put chocolate tucked it away in his brother's hands. My brother replied: "My father said, could not simply to other people's things," I said: "Never, Never," I simply do not know what to say Well, only a U-turn left.
When I walk down another one of the paths, unknowingly, we came to the foot of a village gone. Jen met here really and Samdrul two sisters. Jen live had been pretty, but a little dark complexion, but no cover her beauty. Sangzhu a bit weak, very shy look.
I saw them when my sister was sitting on a rock on the side of the road reading, is a music textbooks. Bags on the feet. Little boy playing in the side. I used to chat with them, my sister said she called Jen really Lahm, her brother called Sangzhu, are in primary school. Can I asked her her name written I can see, she then wrote one stroke up. Sangzhu started a little bit shy, but gradually the activity up, we should also name written me. I give them all photographed. To go, I carry out with a gift of a pen-jen true, she was pleased to take the past, but the younger brother of one on the looting of the past, saying that I want to. Just came back from school when surrounded by several other children up, one of which looks much fat, said: "Give me", we must rob, Sangzhu Batuijiupao, others immediately chasing, twinkling of an eye are run without a trace. Only Jen really was sitting there quietly, as if the present is happening has nothing to do with their own, and I, but clearly in her eyes to see a trace of sorrow, an age with her totally disproportionate grief.
I do not know how to comfort her, and now the things I most regret is why, with no more than a few pieces of pen out, I had the greatest desire is that I can more than a pen! But I did not!
I It is with a complex mood and Jen really farewell. They would like to be able to have a better tomorrow, and I pray.
Author: wangdering_alone
