Finally came to the light blue of the Qinghai Lake, the driver said he was to come here no less than 20 times, each time the color of Qinghai Lake are not the same. This day is cloudy, dark sky hanging lifeless manner, but the lake has not turned into gray, but rather like a tourist kind of light blue water. The cold wind blows over, people tremble.
In fact, I have been back in Riyue shake off the sun, moon and Yamaguchi hit by snowstorms, I jumped straight into the wind energetically pushed open the door unable to move after the find. Tibetans stormed into a small store opened borrowed a thick clothes (5 million) to wear, duo duo embark on Riyue Soso pavilion, with the first poor yak tied there for people to pictures of. I opened the camera lens is already found in fog.
Tesshin biting cold, can not help but sad, I remember when Princess Wen Cheng Tang Fan Road to go to Tibet, to the territory here is the Tang clan country's boundaries with the vomit, and Looking to Chang'an, the Imperial Palace in downtown and the immediate Lengji contrast is strong, how can not dejected died in, so tears merged into two thin daotanghe Oh. I almost have tears streaming out of ice-buildup on the.
They all went on a cruise, I am in such a difficult situation in a clear lake open motor boats, the black oil came in such a transparent water very objectionable. Do not take such a ship. Later, I entered the lake along the stone pier, after he finished the film I decided to climb down the rock, to taste Qinghai Lake just how salty the water. When I was standing when the horizontal plane around a man who can not see, only the water and days, "read leisurely heaven and earth, was the sole sad but Tixia" a sense of desolation immediately surrounded me, and I was such a great feeling confused dizziness (may also be tired when climbing down the rocks, and with the altitude sickness, more than 3000 meters above sea level in Qinghai Lake).
Lunch is a Tibetan lake to open a small shop to eat, to remind you, do not go holding early adopters of the psychological point of Qinghai Lake Huangzhong fish to eat, that would be too disappointed, and my heart will be very Wohuo. My experience is the point of a consommé Huang River fish, and so on for nearly half an hour later, came, a pot of dirty water, which float two dark gray of dead fish, I asked: "This is ... ..." "consommé Huang River fish, "I :"!?"。 It was explained, the local "consommé" not ours, "steamed", and refers to burning the soup by adding water. I do not have the heart to call it as a soup, too true of the. I ended up and would like to sniff a smell, a surge of stench from the nose spray. Finally of course, none of eating one. Have told me that simply can not eat fresh fish of the Huang River, the local government has ordered the ban because it was a long ten pound fish, it is now becoming scarce
Author: freetao
