From Lanzhou west, and south to about seven-hour journey via Linxia, Xiahe will arrive Sangkecaoyuan.
Accompanied me down the 36 hours by train, bringing together separate ways friends, and his party were 13 packets of a van, set off again in the morning to Sangkecaoyuan Lanzhou. Heaven for the United States, no rain, blue sky, white clouds. All are very pleasant. However, probably only in the morning, Lanzhou National Day is so crowded bar! Starting from the train station when they encounter traffic jams, crowded traffic, the site of dust, dry and hot air makes the carriage floods an agitation. We first arrived in Lanzhou, scattered to view the scenery outside the car flow. Within a short car out of Lanzhou, the real picture emerged.
Mountains there. Rolling hills, where, or treeless hills, or Castle Peak lush, or terraced fields dotted, or colorful trees. Vehicles on the road in the mountains circled the ups and downs. The cattle and sheep on the hillside and watched the roadside and simple half covered houses, leaving the cloud of dust along the way praise. After a Xiahe County, there will be some water with mountains. From Xiahe has been accompanied by large mountain ranges or calm or cheerful send us so that we crossed the Labrang Monastery Suddenly a bright Sangkecaoyuan eye.
Days too late, the sun is rapidly sinking into the horizon at that moment the mountains, sunset changes the colors, prairie grass on the distance changes with brilliant colors. The deepening twilight, surrounded by mountains because the flat is made of meadow, increasingly showing Rouhuan lines, it is reverie. Grassland on line 13 and only if we are about 15 horses and a dozen Tibetans. Wait until we all get on a horse, let the horse walk freely in the grasslands, Tibetan people with us, in the night using half-baked to accompany the Chinese language to talk with us. Silent Steppe filled with cheerful voice. With me riding a horse was a little girl called "A high" (transliteration), Chinese is not very good, in the face of my question has always said "ink C-COR" (Tibetan "do not know"). May be boring, it may have been infected, puts on the back of my songs, the kind of melody coupled with her voice, I can only send her the word, "no way out." That song seemed to miss the sun has already landed, seemingly cheerful picture now. Mid-Autumn Festival Eve Moon rising up in the steppe, it is very rounded, bright, kind of bringing a beautiful. We have a "get Kersee" (Tibetan "goodbye"), those Tibetans who left ready to go for dinner.
Grasslands here is not Kaoquan Yang Tibetan custom, we will be only the Tibetan people to eat at home before the lamb racks, drink highland barley wine. When the atmosphere was very good to eat during the day and pleasant at the dinner table is still carried on, a table of people and harmony so that you do not see it from far apart today, just acquaintances. Tibetan young girl singing in the atmosphere to culminate toast. Rice not eat, and drink, photo, songs, silhouette, moonlight ... ... well a wine does not intoxicate picture. Meal programs may be the Tibetan people's favorite: dancing around the bonfire Guozhuang. We have also joined, and all apparent seriousness照葫芦画瓢, but also learn whole day. I have one side with a Tibetan (Later I learned his surname Bao Gong) chatted for a day. He told me be careful dance steps of this dance, in fact, in the three-step ballroom dance, but also told me that in fact this piece of grassland in the French dance on the 13th annual Lunar New Year Festival, July 13 The Sunning of the Buddha Festival and Horse Race Festival is a time when most tourists. Dance is over, those Tibetan boy and girl who also sang for us 13 songs, danced a dance, but also people intoxicated with residual sound lingers proudly on the 3rd to describe is nothing but a points system.
The night was dark, and the world fades away, we have left. Grasslands daxia the flow of water murmuring seems to retain us. Under the horses still in the moonlight stroll, seems to have with us, just as in the memories of joyful. We are reluctant to part of the left, for tomorrow's journey.
Author: Alex_bao
