To the Xinjiang's mood as early as 92 years, there will be a. That summer, a person hides a 400 ocean, they threw went to Dunhuang. On the emotional end after the famous murals of brilliant, I heard a group of girls in the South to discuss their plans Kashgar. Repeated weigh the remaining pockets of one hundred dollars ticket money and then finally ended the trip, but will the temptation to westbound buried in the heart.

The leisurely days of 7 years have passed, under the pressures of life seems to have become accustomed to travel at public expense contend. One night in June, from the TV to see Kanas scenic film, a trace of desire can not be inhibited already begun sinking, full of hoary mind - to the west.

The camera pulls out from the corner, bought some 10 films, put on tourist map books, will carry a few pieces of clothing into the bag, and so a period of two weeks of high-temperature false start, he embarked on a train bound for Xining.

1, Tar's passing

Qinghai Lake is westbound in this first leg of the city's Chaochaonangnang annoying, they do not want to go to Bird Island visitors more. Looking maps found in the county seat away from the Qinghai Lake Gangcha close, so they decided to change 18:30 Xining, Golmud-bound train to Gangcha, Zaiqu Qinghai Lake. In Xining 4 hours of transfer time to carry Chinese travel atlas in Tar's wishful pagoda looked very elegant look, although not interested in temples and monuments, but it is still very attractive and beautiful buildings and decided to First look at Tar.

After 40 hours of the trip, the train stopped at Xining station time table, I Bei Zhaobao out of the station, bought a train ticket Gangcha 6:30 to after the customary bought a local transportation tourist map, from which to find Huangzhong out to the location of the bus station, jumped into a Pakistani.

Highway 10 between Palestine and Israel in less than an hour the speed (no mistake!) In Xining stroll along the wide streets, though very slowly, but few pedestrians and no greeting, 10 minutes later, I finally could not help asking why such a conductor slowly, and gave the answer: too many vehicles, and to the terminal have to queue up. Alas.

China and Pakistan to the Stadium station, I rushed in the direction of the CMB made Huangzhong the parking lot, on the go Huangzhong car. No quick fix to the driver did not slow and others, time slowly past, automobile seated resentment. I can only silently in their hearts the calculation of time to stay in the Tar Monastery. 3:30, Pakistan has finally left the place with a few empty stations in the Tar can also stay for an hour is sufficient.

After the city's traffic from China and Pakistan began the outskirts of Mercedes-Benz, the original opened in Xining slower car is not altitude sickness. On both sides of the Green mountains and white clouds, on a smooth hill from time to time there would be a mound, I wonder if the remains of the ancient beacon tower. When approaching Tar air Piaoqi the strands of rain drift, mountains are hazy up. This scene makes me a little seductive, anyway Tar attracted me is that wishful pagoda, five minutes is enough, perhaps you should first look at the scenery here bar. They asked the driver from the Tar has been very close here, and so he advanced down the car along the highway, move forward and Rain seemed to back South.

5:20, when I went to Tar time, the rain had stopped, the sun again shine on the earth. Quiet little temple visitors, the square stood six white wishful pagoda, a group of pigeon halter Dole did not stand spire, sitting quietly defy the wall of a group of Tibetan women and children, as well as holding My camera. While volumes have already seen from the figure the shape of the pagoda, but the reality of the tall pagoda is still shocked me. Behind the pagoda is the layers of temples, the golden roofs shining in the sun light broken bits. 'Found that Tibet' had described the British entered the scene in Lhasa, the British think that is certainly a confusion Lhasa, people are still like the old life, callous disregard for armed intruders. I am just a little understanding of the feelings of the Tibetan people in Lhasa, whether British or tourists like myself, in this land are the hurried passing. I raise my camera and photographed like the sanctity of my mind, but the pigeons had to immediately fly flapping啦opened. Would like from another angle, they found that around unknowingly had got a few kids dressed in Tibetan clothing, stretched out his hand to me. With a passion for Tibetan culture and awe, I put around all the coins were given to them, but there are still a little girl about 10-year-old did not receive. I pulled out a pocket all the money, the smallest is 10 of money, some reluctant, just in order to save a few dollars of rental fees, to spend half an hour. 'But I really do not have small change of,' I murmured. She gently shook his head, just use that Tibetan girls seem to have big eyes looking at me. And so on, I do not know that she did not understand, we face a quick photo of a wishful Pagoda Pass. Looked back, the girl is still with me quietly. I looked at a wall, the group of Tibetan women are still quietly sitting there, nobody seemed to pay attention here. Watching girls clinging eyes, I think she must be the difficulties encountered it, is the lack of school fees, or drop out of school at home? In the city, I often support the idea of children out of school, but because the lazy without to realize, perhaps this is an opportunity. I tried to ask her then, but she was always gently shook his head to see if time has left short, I gave her 10 yuan, then left her.

Golden temple roof tile is still bright, wishful dove back to the top of the pagoda where the food for thought, but I have to catch the evening train. I know that the butter will be very beautiful, but like the Dunhuang murals, like the girl's eyes, and I will always be elusive two of the world. Perhaps the top of the tower received a hunter shooting pigeons is just scary and maybe that is what we women and children of the beggar at the train station can be seen everywhere, but I prefer to believe this was the promised land, they derive the power of holiness and re-fly.

5:30, I rushed out Tar, jumped into a taxi, and the driver on a good 30 yuan to the left of the Tar Monastery in Xining. On the way, to catch a lama, but he is only willing to pay 5 yuan, China and Pakistan prices, bargaining for the driver only smiled and shook his head. I do not know whether they are the masters of this world, but I was definitely passer-by, so I allow drivers to catch him. 5 yuan, after all, be able to save money, I am self-comforting, in fact, for the Tibetans, I have completely lost the courage to bargain with them, I can ignore their existence, but they do not want to touch their holy aura.

6:20, a taxi stopped at the railway station square in front, I finally caught up to the Golmud-bound train 603 times.

Author: dxj2