Wednesday, August 11 to the Xining sunny yesterday afternoon. Second lieutenant of the two women comrades to pick him up, I was hesitant with me and the girl he had placed in his unit guest house, and asked us to a meal. I accepted with a flawless and disturbed by this, after all, not easy to come across well-meaning people. Later it transpired that lieutenant called Ms. Ch'en Cheng, a very special name, to pick the one is his wife. A girl named Luo snow, snow days, she said yes born. Chongqing is very little snow, and I suspect that she invented, while the bright smile on her face made me relieved.
Evening the three of us visited the night market in Xining. Breeze swept whole body relaxed, slightly felt cold, night market filled with a touch of smoke, the aroma of inducing the proliferation of passers of the saliva in the throat Da Zhuozhuan, stagnating. Here snacks to ga (ga) surface film, Orecchiette the most famous, but I prefer the street white tent Hui Sheng roast lamb and yogurt bowl. I also kept trained on salty aftertaste of Camellia oleifera, a surge of indelible memories.
Luo Xue This is not to stay in Xining, and she would like to see the Tibetan Xuedun Festival, arrived in Lhasa. Because we all do not understand the Tibetan calendar, and asked other people do not know, and she simply play the Qinghai Lake, Tar with me and then went to Lhasa.
Woliang played early in the morning, went straight to travel agents. I asked only that there are two seats, 80 yuan a person. This season has been little birds on Bird Island, but also in roads, only to relatively near the lake.
Auto advance along the Qinghai-Tibet Railway. The sun is true that both sides of the highway has long been labeled as pile of wheat, green barley and golden yellow flowers of rape makes sense out of the plateau and dynamic. Tour guide was a young lady, but her lively and everyone infected with the car. She was talking about a lot of the local customs, memory is the most Tibetans lived in an unmarried woman, a white tent, men can go marry her. After that fight, I pay special attention to the white tent, if the catch a glimpse of a beautiful girl inside, I flew rushed to go. Luo said at the time the snow to the next hearing, and was even funny for a while.
Through the god of the source canyon, climbed the hill is the Riyue of. Princess Wen Cheng in 641 AD Tibet miss my home when the mirror broke into wrestling Riyue, shed tears not far daotanghe become very shabby very boring a river, because the flow is not so named from east to west . Legend and history, likes to joke, disgrace his innocence, they themselves have probation in people, it is difficult to distinguish between biography and Historical Records, the world about what is real or false. Riyue Qinghai agricultural areas and pastoral areas of the watershed, standing at Japan Pavilion looked toward the west, undulating lawn accompanied by wild flower is the bits and pieces of the yak, black fur in the sun Pan-liang, leisurely pace seems to prove that they are the masters here. A Tibetan girl sitting on my front出神地看着distance, giving her a beautiful pigtail and found that I am looking at her, smiled shy, I was that she wanted to say hello, but she ran away when they resumed .
Car to Qinghai Lake is nearly noon, I eat dry food Luo snow casual, quick-tempered way along a dirt road to the yellow lake. Be able to stand on China's largest inland saltwater lake side, I am somewhat heart-fen. I am not a poet, do not try to make Yin Fu had to take off his shoes, with their feet to feel the tenderness and caring in Qinghai Lake. Water thoroughly, a little dip, the sun has lit his face and arm tingling slightly, to borrow a Cui Jian's lyrics - which really makes people feel comfortable. I tasted the water there is indeed a salty, slightly bitter point.
According to one local said that today's weather is not too good, cloud put in more. If the catch Toru beneath pure blue sky, lake Tianyi color, an oasis, and the birds passing, their sound pleasant, the shore and then Zhuizhuo golden rape, and that is the real Qinghai Lake, who are all proud to say. Rape has been opened at this time lost the shore, and seems that I have come to the wrong time.
Back to Xining is Myriads of Lights, and the travel was on the big swallow a return to roast lamb.

Author: crazy_wy