Perhaps the altitude sickness, awake at night. 7:30, I was half awake awakened by Laer phone ring tones, head of the Hun Hun. Open the windows, wind strands of drilled in. After all, the Northwest, cold morning. I subconsciously put on a down jacket.
IVECO we rode along the Xining station wagon to leave the flat, smooth asphalt highway to Tibet, the Qinghai-Tibet embarked on the Qinghai-Tibet highway than I imagined much better. The surrounding wilderness and mountains were gray and the road is the Yi Keke Liangbang upright poplar, golden yellow poplar leaf shining in the sun is extraordinarily eye-catching.
About an hour we came to the famous Tar Monastery in Qinghai. Terauchi rarely see a garbage pagoda where the proliferation of large Buddhist temple hall, the jungle trees, quiet spectacular. Temple may be too large to see the monks, tourists not much, but seemed rather empty. I left the deepest impression is one of the Tar art of Ruin butter, it is to use butter as raw materials, artistic monk from the temple in the minus 10 degrees coupled with colored pigment molded into a variety of statues, figures, birds and flowers beast and the gardens of the Tibetan folk plastic art of the oil.
1 pm and more, we came to Qinghai Lake.
In primary school will know there is a well-known of China's Qinghai Province Qinghai Lake, Qinghai Lake is finally standing, and was especially excited, as if returning to childhood reverie.
Lake is a piece of brown and yellow meadows, blue lake along the meandering endless peaks, like the flat side of a huge emerald, sit in the bright sunlight; lake choppy, rows of continuous waves slap the shore, splashed issue intermittent waves, sunlight exposure, the appearing of a white silver.
China's ancient Qiang, Tuyuhun family, Tibetan, Han and Mongolian, has lived in the Qinghai Lake area. But now Tuyuhun family's clan name, no one mentioned, and Qiang migration also left.
In ancient times, Qinghai Lake is a desolate frontier fortress land. The great Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu once wrote: "Do not you see Qinghai head, the ancient bones of the dead no income; new gui tired old injustice Guiku, sound Jojo wet rainy days." Perhaps this is the Qinghai lake at that time a true reflection of social conditions.
Qinghai Lake rich in a unique Huang River fish. The past, Tibetans living in the lake due to restrictions on the Buddhist precepts, it is not fish, but in recent decades, successive years of fishing, fish stocks have been destroyed. Now local authorities have taken the necessary conservation measures.
Cold wind whistled, the lake taking pictures, tour guide arranged for us to a nearby restaurant meals, main course of fish huang. Huangzhong consommé fish, steamed Huangzhong fish, salt and pepper Huangzhong fish, hot and sour Huangzhong fish, the fish can be used to do the dishes huang qi are on the. But I think the taste in general, perhaps the boss by other fish or dead fish, so for us to taste Huang River. We asked to see live Huangzhong fish, the boss said that happened to eat her surprise, was true or false.
Mercedes-Benz station wagon in the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. Tibet's Yadong singer sang the song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" and Dikeniuzi of "how much love can be repeated," is often echoed in the compartment, the boundless steppes and groups of sheep, yaks greets us from time to time. Beautiful songs and enchanting scenery let us excited. Looking at the consumption leisurely grasslands cattle, a women's team the envy of friends, said: "really want to live forever to become a yak plateau in the madding crowd!"
On the road from time to time encounter some Tibetan step knock a five prostrate body of the long head of the marching forward. They may be a pilgrimage to Lhasa, right? We are touched by the Tibetan people's devotion.
After a pilgrimage of the monk next to, we let the car stop, waving to the lama: "le!." Climb up from the ground Lama is a 20-year-old young man, two hand sets with worn wooden and bodies covered with red Sengyi dust, sweat hung chiseled face, in particular, that there is a pair of eagle God's eyes and fortitude of the lips unforgettable. Several Way We hastily pulled out of mineral water, chocolate gift Lama. Lama nodded: "le!" Of food into the arms of another knock after a road volts. We say that the monks looked handsome, a number of The Way We is full of praise. Tour guide said that with these knock long head of the pilgrims who accompanied by their loved ones, they must take their luggage, waiting for food in front of. The power of religion a great man.
Within a short while, we began to climb Riyue. Riyue altitude of 3850 meters, is the dividing line between the Loess Plateau and Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where the mountains stretching. Yamaguchi in the sun and the moon can be seen not far from the mountains there are two kiosk, which the Japanese Pavilion and the Moon. Is said to be the year to commemorate the Princess Wen Cheng was built Tibet. Down the sun and the moon pass, tour guides pointing to a westward flow of the stream: "This is daotanghe, is Tibet via Riyue Princess Wen Cheng in memory of the tears shed when the Central Plains into a family of."
In the evening, we came to the eastern part of Qaidam Basin is located in Salt Lake tea cards. Zheng-hui saw sun and the moon, the moon hanging high in salt, like a heap in the snow-capped mountains; red Rong Rong sun like thousands of miles to the snowy salt shed a layer of holy and dim red light mist in general. We tread in the snow like Salt Lake to enjoy the beauty of the sunset, forget the cold and altitude sickness.
Author: zzy988
