Late at night, more rain under the larger banner of tents issued a "bang bang" sound, somewhat like Yudabajiao. So I thought to reduce the impetuous heart. Stomach began to whisper, dinner hastily eaten a few mouthfuls of rice also digest almost bar! Hey, the second Sichuan Sichuan is still unable to adapt to, really to be a friend of the phrase "Your taste is my poison" of. I was always right snacks are not interested in, go back and I do not know they lost a few catties flesh. The evening's bonfire in the cattle farm management before, listening to a dozen backpacker's journey to the outside world their knowledge and yearning hearts also contain himself to stray. I know I can not become a real donkey, the donkey to produce a class bar! Calculating the next time into the Sichuan, Cantonese cuisine is some of the seasonings and ingredients, with, at a convenient time the cooking himself, the total Hang Leba? The companion pass covered with sleeping snoring have been issued, I am envious of their happiness! Was removed, I've spent a network of sleep at night velvet cattle farm.
Early in the morning, I got up. Look at yourself in the mirror, but fortunately, there is no panda eyes, but in good spirits, it seems I have been completely immune to the altitude sickness. Thinking today posted the colored milk, sea, and 4,500 meters above sea Batu Khan some excitement and tension, after I have been to such a height but they are by car, this is completely walk with two legs. And my goal is on the colored sea, I do not my strength has always been self-confident, normally I would not go home empty is the sleep from fitness. I decided to make full preparations to an analgesic asthma also have swallowed a stomach hormone, so that only an off heart.
Rain stopped, but there is no clear up signs Xiannai Ri, Yang Maiyong, Xianuoduoji three sacred mountains, or dense fog locked, it looks likely that there is no way to see the charming grace of the holy mountains. Kamiyama said most of his time a year are Yunliwuli, perhaps she is still so hold the pipa and a half modesty, it constantly attracts wave after wave of pilgrims bar! Cashmere cattle farm is located in Kamiyama network under this piece of open areas, mountain snow water grass bred plants plump, quietly flowing stream. Horses and flocks of yaks grazing in the leisure. Plateau early autumn, or a green dripping. Quiet was her inborn temperament. The world that this is the Shangri-La!
Wizard came, Mingjiaoduoji, Tibetans called Doje many, Dorje in Tibetan is "King Kong" means, as "King Kong" is related to Tibetan Buddhism and the. Dorje, in his thirties, with a pair of deep eyes. He took us through the grasslands, and started up the mountains. Road, endless mud, and the horse manure, mixed on both sides of miscellaneous trees, branches and leaves will occur from time to time Dangzhuo our line of sight, separated by a stream near one of the so-called road were submerged. Me to battle the Jiefang Xie quickly flooded, and pants are all about the mud bar there is horse manure. But did not affect my trip, I was tight to keep uniform with the back of the Dorje. Others, then walk, we have less talk, in order to save strength. After a one hour, or the road in front of distant Doje said. Kobayashi had altitude sickness, and she followed her lover on the withdrawal, and not their teeth in the plateau is one such. I feel a bit tired, as usual, like walking for a long time. We are now only five, and three women and two men, I told them I press my speeds, do not worry me, I want to bang because as I walk take a rest more easily collapse, the rest of the men on the to take care of two girls bar. "Do not expect others to take care of you go out to depend on themselves." This is a donkey warned me, and I certainly do not want to become a burden to others.
Rain there came up, Doje the raincoat given to everyone, and put my bag back. Told me to take away money and valuables, I have a plan and only the camera hanging around her neck. With a smile said the rest of you like Take the go. He also laughed, and I talk about his home: He lives in the beautiful village of Cass, the family has a beautiful young wife, he has done a caravan in this seldom home, brother, followed him out . Spoke also pointed at the front that turn the mountain was his home, and I knew he was homesick. I also told him about our trip before this Inagi ago by by, and when he heard that I was alone and unfamiliar to Chengdu, along with Mix out, his face revealed the expression of admiration, but also understand that I have been lonely walk reason, I do not know how to communicate with strangers, but that does not affect our relations, I very much like the travel, because we share a common love, relationships between people is more important for heart and heart communication. See me tired, Dorje in Tibetan folk songs I sing, I do not know what he was singing, but it is bold, very affectionate, is a love song Tibetan bar! I would like to voice will be flying over snow-capped mountains there, moved to his wife. In this way I have been walking in the front, forget the loneliness and fatigue.
I do not know how long to go, then yes, I forgot the passage of time, or intermittent rain over the next stop, the clouds are thick, gray presses that we breathe. On both sides of the woods into a low shrub and meadow, the unknown wildflowers in full bloom, red, yellow, purple, the color is so delicate and charming and assertive, the left is unfathomable valleys, waterfalls valley ups and the right is a towering mountain. Finally arrived at a flat hill, where Piaoman the color streamer, big and small Mani piled at the roadside puzzle with, I and my companions have set aside a couple of hundred meters away. Dorji said that milk is not far from the sea front on the back of the collusion of peers. I can not stop, did not dare to walk a longer distance, because my shoes, socks, and half of it urges pants were soaked, and stop will be Dong Zhuo. I will return to the Mani stones piled Tim. I can only walk, at this point I have not tired of thinking would be devoid of feeling.
Saw the companion figure, and I beckoned to them, but also move on ahead with a mysterious force holding me. Milk sea, I saw! From a distance, such as the blue gem, is in front of that Yangmai Yong, she is now with a thick veil, is still unwilling to reveal their true colors. I am excited about the up and fling into the hands of a walking stick, went to Haizi ago, the seabed is a milky white mineral sediment, shaped like milk, which is the origin of the sea of milk. According to its origins there, when the blue skies, when Yang Maiyong the shadows of reflection in the lake, as if a woman's breasts. I went to the foot of the Mani Yang Maiyong heap prior to stoop down quietly at the foot of God to pray for themselves, their loved ones. Companion is also the lake take pictures, or take a rest sitting. It seems everyone is tired. But the faces do not live all the excitement of suppression.
Doje said pointing to the hillside behind and over the hill that is colored sea, and a straight line distance of less than 200 meters. I looked up to see the mountain is very steep, covered with low plants, is said to be mountain azaleas in spring when the hillsides, Colorful, beautiful. There is no ready-made way, it is up to how few people's sake. I was determined to go up, and if they do not, I will regret it. Companions also wanted to go, we set off again. Having just physical exertion is too large, we all walked slowly, Doje is also busy to take care of my other two female partners. I do not feel tired, thinking it is fabulous as bar. Continue to walk in front. I spent the first 30 minutes to reach the five-colored sea, lake, a blurred, people Huangru enter the dreams, the lake clear puzzle, bottom of the lake, as with the purple ink painted on the specifications of the grid, grid inter-filled with a strong hint of blue pigments. Hai Zi far apart between the two, but giving people the feeling completely different, yes, everything here is created by gods. Some people say this is a two Hai Zi Yang Maiyong and Xian Nairi the vanity mirror, and I have no doubt!
Went to milk the sea and the colored people think the sea where the scenery in general. Indeed, we go up more in order to challenge themselves and enjoy the kind of the joy of success. Or is it simply the charm of travel!
