【Tibet Tour shame flushed "flower men and green woman" in a room】 Sichuan Province, China Youth Travel Service --- Jiuzhaigou, Jiuzhaigou, Siguniangshan, Emei, Leshan, Inagi - Aden, the Yangtze River Three Gorges Tibet tourism, the western tourism, Tibet Photo, Tibet travel, Hailuogou, Wolong, Panda, hotel booking, hotel booking Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou Jiuzhaigou

Car Gangchu Lhasa on the lazy down, an investigation was originally a broken belt in the vehicle's head was placed around the immediate recovery of vision can not come: I saw a can not say the name was surrounded by trees, tall and does not grow neat one, in the wind blowing them the skills under the light body, withered and yellow leaves in the sun's shining like a flowing gold. In the dazzling blue sky and white clouds, the distant snow-capped mountains and near Qingqing lining under the shadow of the Lhasa River, is more than one attractive picture, until the repaired car and ordered the driver was like a wake-up call as to severely by a few Under the shutter was reluctant to part on the train.

Gradually, vegetation is sparse, and also of the vast mountain dwarf, and dwarf like a foot too wide can be posted endless, but here there are nearly 5 km in altitude. No animals, no plants there is no life without sound, in the eyes can see are yellow: the yellow of the mountain, the yellow road, the yellow dust, yellow house. Suddenly, a Wei blue wash my dry eyes: a big a lake, well clear, good blue, good quiet, the driver said: This is Tibet's second holy lakes - Yamdrok Lake Lake. Driver also deliberately drove into the lake to us complacent holy water, saying that would bring good luck.

Lake Ice Blue Ice blue, the lake of light microwave pan, no people, no sound, no pollution, only near the mountain and its reflection of the lake. Mountain reflection in the lake than in a real mountain but also clearly also have to attract. The hands and feet soaked in cold water, Nongsan a mountain lake, and then close your eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility, imitation suspect to Xanadu. Go-go for half an hour, this piece of ice blue was out of sight in, but forever remain in memory. The road ahead is still a desolate, it is green and wild and fog, when a long road ahead.

Not until the evening before we met a few people, they are Israeli tourists, at this time is very special sensibility, say hello to each other with passion, enthusiasm of the exchange of some information although the language a bit unreasonable, but are a little reluctant to part with as far as possible in conversation for a while. Shortly after breaking up, the road gradually be able to see some trees, and had us to a place called the Bai Lang, which has a good small monasteries, deserted, and the monastery there is a small hill behind the walls, well worn, as well as point traces of burning, listening to the temple monks said that there is a Tibetan people of flesh and blood to resist foreign invaders of the epic story of shells.

After hearing the story, the sun is still bright but time is already late, and arrived at Shigatse when it is midnight. Although Shigatse Tibet's second largest city, but because of the geographical environment factors, development is quite slow, the electricity supply is a considerable problem, so when we arrived at Shigatse, the Wan Lai Ju Ji, one of the dark, until the driver through the moonlight dimly identification to the municipal government buildings, was sure that we are into the city, and live in the hotel is a quiet no water or electricity, like a deserted castle. No night, then the next day came early in the morning Tashilhunpo. Tashilhunpo of Tibet's religious and political and stability also plays a vital role. Drepung monastery was less than the size of some, but as is the row upon row of buildings, although the form of worship of the gods is different from other monasteries, but it is an air of elegant and colorful vivid expression.

Lamas recitation sound very appealing, but it looks cute. The murals here, it is rare to see a colorful and rich in content, I really can be said that great beauty, but also a lot of number.

Cars move ahead, and a few days to the (old) Tingri. That (old) Tingri is a town, might as well be said that a courtyard, the courtyard just a hostel, a reception room, there are two self-space, and even a toilet did not (in Tibet are basically only one toilet, that is, in days to cover for the pit). Regardless of where bed hostel for men and women regardless of kinds of clusters, and we stayed to sleep with just a few people, wake up one morning and see, more than 10 Zhang bed asleep with people being exposed outside the head is brightly colored, men and women of all varieties vary, very interesting.

The evening, passengers were gathered in the reception room of the pits on a cup of tea and chat quite a warm atmosphere. The driver said that if the morning weather, we can see Mount Everest. The next morning, we ran out of the house, outside the cold, vehicles knot with a layer of frost. That was a lucky day, the weather was clear and fresh it really was, the shadow of Mount Everest in the sun according to the next, like a Golden Triangle, as the Tingtingyuli to disdain.

In front of her, everything is so fragile that a little vague. Over millions of years, how many people regard her as a life long-cherished wish to conquer; how many people she paid with his life; and how many people have a gnawing regret that she and the life; and how many people she and cried; stand to look at her blankly , there is no thought no illusions, just want to ask her why. Has to adapt to her, thousands of gold by the deportment of ice into a cold blue and wear a veil, she urged that we should take the time is not late. Also on the bus to begin our new day.