A man who left a little wild, it should be a person carrying a backpack full of mud, to no traces horizon, walking in the absence of a salute for your trip on the sand-filled arc.
That only a dirge-like tragic.
Do not turn back, one is also left with a trace of pride of the bloody man, do not look back. Xixi Feng, Yi Shuihan, warrior no longer has a go ... ... in front of setting sun, such as blood, Yingshang Qu, deportation your soul, so that ancient swallow your shadow sunset bar! A long journey is a kind of forgetting, forgetting frustrated, forget your filthy secular behind Napian Red Dust Bar and stand to the sky in broad plateau, roar it, singing it, Zisi you've got the original wild child that kind of bar! Refined gas from the ancient looked coming, only this time, to suppress your torso inside that chaotic Yohwen gushing out when the only way you can, Kane, you see another you, an all-powerful essence of the Earth!
Come on, a long journey to go.
To stay away farther, to the kind of men are hosting a place.
I went to Qinghai.
Under pouring rain, stopped by a broken car bound for Maqin go.
I unloaded a heavy backpack from the shoulders down.
This Korean climbers resembles Momoe Yamaguchi package is a Japanese girl gave me, and I had carrying it, and climbed over Mount Fuji.
I Paxia cover package in the mountain rain on the bag, reached into going fumbled, but fortunately, there is no irrigation into the water. It was filled with photography, I travel this journey all the utensils - three professional camera, Nikon F4, Nikon F3, OLYMPUS OM-4, as well as the pile of Changchangduanduan lens, more than 100 rolls of film, there's a thick layer of a pile of stamps, postcards affixed, which is next door neighbor before leaving his legs a little boy with disabilities, stuffing me. Postcards of his own paintings, the painting was of a dandelion clusters of transparent, insisted on Xiao San Yang Qilian in the flight ... ... he begged me: Uncle, you see the scenery to make dandelion come back to me take along, will you ?
When I sat down in the rear seat, when the last one they found out I was a strong smell of mutton sheep wrapped in a gas.
I am speaking to a car Tibetan counterparts.
Heavy rain, such as injection, the car just as a last legs of the beetles, crawling in the winding Road. Shanghai has long been Meteors in July, and the plot are still top of the hill where the snow is the kind of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the mountains Majestic, and no rise steeply 10000 blade, but it is a way to let your soul-stirring broad and Wei-an. I saw a group of several hundred first yak, a camel chasing their stand on the Peak; is also an edge of the Great Rift Valley to see the root of a myriad of small identified wearing the old woman ... ... here is obviously from my frame of mind in heaven far away.
Inter-blink turn, all in all the rain and fog was thick black swallowed!
Downpour in the car creep. Fortunately, the wind is not. At this time, if blowing a hurricane, I believe it will be like a leaf floating like an abyss.
My trip to Qinghai, the purpose of this journey is to shoot the Tibetans call being the a'nyemaqen Kamiyama Snowy Mountains.
This thought lingering in my mind, a number of years. Speaking, entirely by chance, once I saw a newspaper photo Animaqing Snowy Mountains, photos are black and white, the following are only a few words of explanation, but I immediately took off from this on it the indissoluble bond. I think it is a let me pay homage to the mountains! I have climbed many mountains, but I have been looking for a soul, let me banish the mountain.
To this end, several years I have collected information.
This is also when I was in Japan climbing habit. It is just a map, I have mastered several. Well, any country can be found in the Snowy Mountains closed a'nyemaqen information, I have access to before.
This is a rarely visited the Snowy Mountains, as it was thousands of miles separated the source of the Yellow River in Qinghai, almost unknown. I asked quite a lot of Bashansheshui photographer, have not heard the name. To climb a'nyemaqen Snowy Mountains, the starting point is a place called Maqin. Maqen located in the southeast of Qinghai is the Golog Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture of the state capital, from here to the west, through a small village called mountain village, there is a take caravans of the rugged Hill Road. As long as this on the Hill, you can climb a'nyemaqen Snowy Mountains in!
Xining to maqen, 470 kilometers down the road, we have come from the middle of the night early morning.
Not stop the rain, landslides hit the road more than once, but sometimes I see that we Zheliang a broken car tire on the volley grazed Shen Jian! At first I also Xiachu a cold sweat, and later also Linweibuju of.
Maqen nearly 4000 meters above sea level, I went so far as the plateau that reflected none.
I had only planned to stop Maqin a day to rent a car and left. But never thought about this rain is a full seven days and nights, I was blocking the Maqin a! This rain can not be photographed a'nyemaqen Snowy Mountains do not say, no one would dare to drive for me. In fairness, that is such a passion for photography from my person view of a pair of critical eyes, Maqin is a rather beautiful place. Here is full of ups and downs of the Caohai, sheep and Gesang Hua, but unfortunately I ran into the rainy season. The local meteorological station, a graduate of Nanjing Institute of Meteorology of the people told me that the rain does not stop within a week. I hurry into the burn, I would leave nothing left, and Is my trip to Qinghai ... ... I was almost desperate.
Author: LDW0429
