Is 51 holiday, but my mind was always busy in tears, happened to see a quote online to Ctrip Gannan a trip, I thought, but unpopular, perhaps we can avoid the crowds of people, gradually take place to meet. A total of 17 fellow who is nothing less than the momentum Zhuang ah, Hehe.
May 1 in 28-hour drive, we arrived at 9:30 Lanzhou land, railway stations, on the back is the undulating mountains, making the quite impressive. The evening they went to a strange land, looking forward to this exciting journey, both sides are excited, each from the nearby night market in Lanzhou teach you, and they agreed to eat around Lanzhou, ha ha. 100 to barbecuing lamb in the middle, everyone stood in front of beer, beverage circle, vocal. Do not know how many times there was no such feeling, and strange people for a common goal with each other frank conversation hearts of the most sincere words, there is no burden and no camouflage, this is my long-lost feeling of perhaps the greatest harvest of travel bar .
We are chartered May 2 began in earnest in Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture of the trip. Along the way have not yet prolapse Muslim sphere of influence, can be seen everywhere wearing a white cap of the Muslims and mosques, suddenly thought of the difference between Uighurs and the latter probably lies in the hat is a colorful bar.
Hun Hun slept all the way past 16 o'clock at last to the first stop on this trip --- Labrang Monastery, the largest institution in the Tibetan religion, status, second only to the Potala Palace. However, in front of me appearing in front of, and slightly dilapidated temples, however, did differ materially from those I have previously imagined. Is not, as usually seen in the Buddhist Temple is so great detail by, and only a slight rolling of the compound to its distinctive highlights. Tibetan-style architecture and the rich and from the monks makes us feel a hint of flavor, with a modicum of disappointment we began to visit the Labrang Monastery.
Entered the hall, rushing toward us is the sheep Yi Gu disgusting smell of fish. In fact they are all used kerosene sheep suet paste, I Jiyu vomiting, but the thought of two ethnic Tibetan and Chinese people's deep friendship and religious ties, has been stifled. :) Hall lights dim, the eyes completely unable to meet only with the flow of people moving slowly forward. Tibetan religion, after all, belongs to a branch of Buddhism, they are dedicated to Sakya Muni, but more is dedicated to the past, the world of the Panchen Lama, as well as a significant contribution to Labrang Monastery, presided over the office. Because the Labrang Monastery is an institution, we must cultivate a large number of monks, it opened a lot of courses, which are courses covering a wide, astronomy, philosophy, the Diamond Sutra has been studied under Deng Jun, these are not overnight the power attributed to The accumulation of any of the hard work over hard in order to create today's Labrang Monastery in Tibet irreplaceable missionary position. Every president has presided over both a solid foundation for courses located on top of other relevant courses in order to enrich the knowledge Lama, so later a lot of modern disciplines have been added in. The monks and the whole world opened to prevent a greater distance. What is more surprising still is the niche I have not only dedicated to the relic, but also worship the Living Buddha of the flesh, cheeks emaciated, obviously post-processed whole body dry body coated with gold powder, to pay their last respects for the future generations to visit, after a century are still intact, but also be regarded as a strange bar.
Leaving the hall, into a promenade, well we heard the monks chanting that deep, rich voice, came closer, but it is shocked: Dozens of Tibetans took off his boots, five bodies to bid for land in the hall of worship mouth (face attached to the substrate), a motionless, listening to great hall of pious monks chanting. Suddenly my heart greatly touched, really made me feel of their hard to imagine that they are the kind of religious belief is almost a sacred manner I feel about the Tibetans, Tibetan culture, the real reason is too mysterious bar, because the When they reach a let others (such as I like urban human) can not understand the point. Their material life with our point of view is almost self-torture: a lifetime only to wash three times a bath, eating the food monotonous day after day, does not matter of entertainment, all the remaining dependent temple monks, Buddha chanting, their whole lives for themselves The confession of sin. The hands of every one of them has a little by turning the wheel, which stood scriptures, transfer again is equivalent to read scripture again, hundreds of thousands of times a day should be read for a sin committed by their elution , and to the afterlife detachment. Light Labrang Monastery is said to have more than 2000 within a large turning cylinder, transfer them altogether again more than an hour bar. Came along in the hands of the Tibetan people everywhere, whether it is developed a habit or attitude of sincere atonement for himself do not know. But I was the shock of their actions has not ended, the next day to go the way I Sangkecaoyuan saw a pair of mother and child, the mother carrying a large bag, her son is a small monk, a prayer of moving three steps forward in the direction of Lhasa . If the front of the reservoirs around the reservoir are calculated the number of steps around the water worship. Camping out at night, eating entirely alms, and thus went to Lhasa takes about two years. To listen to the driver, said to be a living Buddha must be after this practice is not only physical, but also on the spirit of the will. Determination of the expression on his face shook my soul like the impact of the extent of the language used to describe how I would like to not be overstated. It seems to me that Tibetan culture can only Lex and should not be nearly obscene, and because the two simply can not be compatible with, let alone communicate with, and they are completely abandoned the material life, the pursuit of spiritual practice, the pursuit of self-cultivation is my heart can not imagine that can not be done, this is the Tibetan culture, Tibetan religion to give us the real reason so many mysterious bar, a sigh, only Lex Bale.
Continue to visit the hall chanting of both living Buddha, there are monks, the difference is only that the former head of the crest, wearing a yellow hat, sat in the middle between two rows of scholars to sit back, rock with laughter to recite I do not understand the Tibetan upon, and is pretty uniform. Hall repressed feelings and Dianwai pious attitude of the people I Dunsheng sense of solemnity, not issuing any sound quiet for fear of undermining the Temple solemn atmosphere.
To leave the hall, mounted a platform, a number of monks throughout the sub-sitting platform, where they talk. It is said in the debate the scriptures, similar to our usual question and answer. Posture is extremely odd, and asked station A sit. The hands of the person asking them questions, is also doing strange movements: the right hand palm up flat before, and then forced down the left hand palm forward a rub, and hit the right hand phase audible, his left leg was also forced meal, while the population question has been asked out of . Ever since the platform full of palm-phase attack of the sound is pretty funny, but unfortunately did not understand all the Tibetan language, presumably to explore the meaning of mutual learning through the problems they encountered it, perhaps just to understand everyone is different. Unfortunately, the lamas of the shelf here is very large, refused to negotiate with one photo. Peer a little Miss fancy a Meimuqingxiu lamas, bribes them with bribery, still do not think that animals can only be bitterly gave up, attracting everyone's laughter were enjoying themselves. Debate was over, many lamas sitting around listening to the Living Buddha preaching, expression is very serious and do not know one end of the tour accordingly. To come back on the road had the privilege of two Tibetan Aunt pictures taken.
In fact, the natural scenery Labrang Monastery in general, there is no grand buildings (large burnt reconstruction less than one-third of the original), but it really implies a far-reaching significance of the cultural background, not one, even a can see through the afternoon. The following days on the road to my mind when it emerges out of those who still pay homage to the Tibetans, who thanks to a little three-step Lama, think of the possibility that a day would make me inadvertently suddenly understand their needs, want, they feel ... ... ... ...
Ate at the clutch point of Tibetan seed DCB is indeed not used to hand energetically to pinch to the pinch, and smells bad still feel dirty. Finally returned to the Overseas Chinese Hotel (where foreigners Trinidad and Tobago) point to eat food, hurried stroll from the Xiahe crafts. Xiahe is a county, in fact, that is, of Long Street, room and board to buy the whole in such a kilometer-long streets, temple monks never do not need money to eat, so the restaurant can be seen everywhere their presence. Local crafts are very beautiful, has a strong Tibetan flavor, the way our trip is said to be the cheapest this reason that we split up action, wantonly plundered, squandered enjoy the fun Hehe. I bought a ring, a rather ancient knives (who unfortunately has been found at the railway station), and a male Cangshi. However, I experienced quite the bargain fails, the two agreed to bargain shop owner actually a really depressed, feeling really good heart ah. If the bargain is to say that I cut the neck from the neck, the fellow that was a lady played a cut from the ankle, that fast Accurate Well, let me endless tongue fragments, often do want to take the shape, the owner will always hurriedly stopped, by my Anma really cheap. Xiahe numerous shops, and handicrafts are mostly of non-repetition, so if carefully if not a day Nabuxialai Amoy. I really can not stand where the patient grinding to refining its stand, back to the hotel recharge your batteries to prepare the next day trip to the grasslands.
May 3 from a very early start to the prairie, distant snow-capped mountains are visible, so that everyone jumping for joy, snow-capped mountains reflection in a calm lake, that moment really let us feel the beauty of a worthwhile trip. We have stopped the occasion, the murder of a lot of film. The lake water wave of fashion makes us excited to play a childhood bad deal, so the landscape is too beautiful, rarely seen. Driver saw that we yearn to return again and again hastened to say, the grasslands of the mountain to see more action to persuade everyone Nuebu Fang Cai. Father the sun came out, the mountains of the mist have heated up, covered the distance of the beauty, and then not even 10 meters can not see that we have opened to the grasslands on the Tibetan people began to visit home. Yaks, sheep, as large as the wolf in Tibetan Mastiffs, soil circle of Tibetans surrounded the home, everywhere reveals a fresh. Into the Tibetan family sat round and round for a cup of steaming hot drink of milk (Niezhebizi drink), the body was revealing some warmth. Ride a horse, we Tibetans under the leadership of the depths toward the prairie backdrop where people are said by the water door, chatting up tents, flocks of sheep and cattle grazing, is pleased to fascinating ... ... ... ...
Just get on a horse really a little scared and worried that the horse is so high that it flashed I rejection down to rock bottom to seize the saddle (note, not the reins). Later, it gradually learn more skills, in fact, the best of those trained harness horses, and holding the reins you can about the direction of control, would like to stop on the le, wanted to run on the folder horse stomach. Know the tricks to play some get carried away after the beginning of the. Oh, especially in the prairie on the kind of flying up feeling really a little wunderkind, high-spirited, emotional wanton ocean, enjoy pour down. In cattle and sheep flocks of prairie indulge the ride is kind of a sense of how we have the opportunity to experience their own bar, anyway, my heart is open as never before. The depths of the grassland there is a beautiful lake, but unfortunately also the enclosure and to live among the shepherds, and our horses can not enter there, really a little sorry. However, the stream is riding off of the Oh Do not You Ziwei, my horse is probably very thirsty (I do not understand people are so light also tired), a headlong into the water on the Gulugulu ignored me, and I take a great The Jin Cai head pull it out, it seems is not happy there, step on the splash splashing chaos. Horse gallop, looking at the distant snow-capped mountains gradually reveal, the vast grasslands, flocks of cattle and sheep as well as the star point during the tents, snow-capped mountains Ying Tsun-out of the Great Lakes under the beautiful scenery, our beloved Tibetan is living such a life? Between the deep envy not help them. We Bashansheshui to this beautiful land to enjoy the scenery usually rare in their lives was actually so readily available, choose the company of people with nature, nature is always to get more on him bar ... ... ... ...
Hurry to catch up with the return road to play with a partner to see me flying rode majestic envy, thus threatening the small Tibetan Qian Ma: You re not let myself go, I will not give you money. Can not help but smile. Home on the road once again passing through the Lapuleng Temple, once again deeply impressed on its large, deep garden, stretch for several kilometers, presumably there are a lot of monks sit cross-legged one is studying with great concentration.
Itinerary arranged for us to arrive the evening Maqu, has seen all along the way so typical of Gannan scenery: full of grasslands and grazing cattle and sheep flocks, some of them are exaggerated, in the mountain slope more than 70 degrees can actually gnawing foothold grass, I feel that Heavenly Capital Peak of Huangshan was probably much better than the closed bar. Of course, snow-capped mountains, at an altitude of 3,500 meters high mountain driving plate, even though our clouds are parallel. All the way enjoy the surrounding scenery, not bored, unconsciously on to the destination. Maqu in Tibetan means of the Yellow River, according to legend of the Yellow River has nine, the first song on Maqu pull. Came to Yellow River, the feeling is to Nanxi, and how there is nothing in the Yellow River side, clear, calm and serene like a woman. And fantasy in the Pentium and the poor under the Yellow River is too far, he, acting dull, back to the hotel to sleep. (Recommendation Maqu can not go)
The morning of May 4 Gahai birds passing through a nature reserve, where the snow-capped mountains is particularly the United States, Ying-Tsun the lake. Unfortunately, cold days, the birds do not know where to run, and either that we did not get anywhere, but also left a bit of regret. At noon we arrived at the Gannan the last leg of trip ---- Langmusi.
This small village is really worthy of my written about, because this way come to my overall feeling is the best natural scenery beautiful, simple and sincere, but also the most sacred Tibetan burial ritual --- burial. They believe people with nature. Langmusi already located in the junction of Gansu and Sichuan, and the village has two lama temple, Langmusi in Gansu Province, while another satisfied positions within the temple is located in Sichuan Province, allegedly Na Cang Monastery is small, but it has presided over is the possession of the fourth largest religion in the famous Buddha. Village is surrounded by several mountains, roads, a very good go, almost all the people living in isolation, so for those of us carrying a large bag of the foreign population is extremely friendly and responded with a smile, the children will meet with a smile said to us "HELLO", although the friendly, yet leaving us wondering, Is this more than "hello" more trendy? Here the original foreign tourists visited about 90 countries from around the world, far more than we Chinese tourists, so HELLO popular is not surprising. It seems foreign visitors for this piece of land, this culture to give them a sense of mystery, attraction, we are not inferior to the contrary, even worse than we are, thousands of miles to come to call them this piece of land somewhere and feel there humanistic atmosphere here. The village has a small stream to a small village is divided into two, take the small road between the village could hear the gurgling sound of streams, the locals gave it a pleasant name: Bailongjiang. Jiang's source in the mountains, so we put a bag and began DISCOVERY journey. :)
Where the sky is the Sky Blue, the cloud is the most beautiful I have ever seen, illusion and into a variety of shapes, just like DiorSkin, Tingzaikongzhong motionless, as if that is the specialized waiting for us to pick its own under the most beautiful figure. I shoot pictures of victims of serious imbalance, and the sky is always half of the half, SIGH. Looking back on stream water source came to the mountains, blue lake in the vague shapes of green, people feel much better than this southern landscape. Yak on the lawn eating the grass in the leisurely, playful Tibetan child is watching us secretly laughed, courageous Also with us for our tour guiding, I hastened to carry the distribution of snacks brought out, looking at they are lovely smile (I have not seen for a long time, and very, very natural), I feel Shu Fang, enjoying giving me this small village in the quiet and calm, friendly and beautiful ... ... ... ... and a few Tibetan child and a ZHANG Ying, do not know whether my smile can be as pure as they were innocent. Walking trail in the village, looking at their low-ceilinged building, strongly feel that they are purely natural life by giving them the sweet (at least I envy). Go all the way up, and gradually see the distant mountain ranges filling in the blue sky among white clouds in the painting in that it has become a supporting role to counter the speculation out of the blue sky, white clouds of white, everything in my eyes have become so The rich poetic, Oh, the feelings of the time the final has pantothenic acid. Hill also has lamasery, not past, the Na positions in Sichuan Monastery and Labrang Monastery which is also of little distinction, we also happened to the time when facing the many disciples of Buddha preaching, I met a young monk on the road but because Pi Fazhan late for the original lama management is not bad. Speaking of monks that the idea is destined, in order to take photographs look good wearing my friend bought Cangshi, so he ran up a very friendly woman told me that that is wear, when I psyche like the people here, chatted a result of Council, he would say in Chinese, but also OK bar, and if it left standing a little bit sorry that I thought really had. That Buddha Man You are also imposing chanting, sound, and very low magnetic read the very sense of rhythm, I could not understand a word, but I actually stay there innocently station for over five minutes, I felt of his discourse where there is an attractive force if prompted in my mind about anything, the light looked at him and chanting, a motionless, and afterwards to think also feel some terror Hehe. Unknowingly visit all of the little mountain village of stomach hungry too, to have seen this before someone else's travels on the Internet, listen to his recommendation that this small village with China's best apple pie, can not help but slam Heart by immediately rushed to the LISA 'COFFEE, did not envisage that small a room which is packed with people, one question comes under the original are attracted, there are many foreigners. Everyone sitting around a group, eating apple pie (I feel the sweet, but added fried vegetables and a good, old fresh a long time without food), chatting in this small village can observe, the outside while Piaoqi the snow, But the house was enjoyable. I know a lot of new friends, are, like me, like to walk around different places, including one old chap is that really surprises people: willing enough to eat rice, but can not play. We hit it off and go off the next morning to see snow-capped mountains to climb Tibetan celestial burial.
May 5 is not starting too early, so his departure obviously do not see the big units, and a solitary man walking with a heavy snow last night so the roads become muddy and my shoes on the more sticky mud The more steps more and more load-bearing, but also did not see a partner, almost want to give up. Good Tibetan kids looked at me and gave me a smile mean a road, the snow had this kind of weather to go the best, because it would not sticky mud, not as they were all local people wear boots. Mountain Sheung less obvious, but people have no, I can only far from the goal of looking at the top of the hill Yibubuxiang progress made. Snow fairly thick, and had never gone through, so step on up Gazhigazhi feel fresh for me, a kind of pleasure, as if walking in the wuregan. Gradually, I walked very high, and the distance were snow-covered land of the sky, and the villages and mountains rendered in front of me was a silver-white, the world in my eyes as if God purified as white no time, mood There was another good, and really got up early on the play itself in this:). Faint between two black dots jumping into my eyes, and finally to see partners, and we encourage him by groping embarked on an altitude of 4000 meters along the mountain top and see the Tibetan burial where (strictly speaking, This ritual does not allow foreigners to Searching for a psychological tour). Colorful hada wrapped around a bamboo pole on the fence off a large circle around the dead scattered everywhere Tibetan clothes and skeleton, really thanks to a snow-covered a lot of bloody scenes, otherwise, really do not know a few girls are able to No bear. Vulture circling the sky from time to time came as the crow-like calls, to heighten the atmosphere of people out of this condensate, landing on the foot stepped on Ling Ling bone fragments, shocked, disturbed fear of the deceased's soul. In that occasion, the only consolation is that a friend had their own, or else it might really be their own frightened themselves, hard to believe all this happened even during the day. Walk the heights it saw a friend yesterday before burial of the body, the red blood is also scattered in four weeks, the reigning once again marvel at their ceremony, aimed at people born in the natural and attributed to natural, made me and other secular people have the feeling of horror, Tibetans not to outsiders of the mysteries of the Road is too much too much ... ... ... ... I wore a single-pants, where all sorts of feelings, but not careful so that the snow into the shoes, so a field it is inevitable that the cold, ha ha.
Noon, said good-bye to this quiet little village, How fortunate we are to share its beauty. Be reluctant to part of its departure it, go buy the local Shihai postcards, cover the postmark, but also good memories呀. Night back to Lanzhou, but heard the Qinghai road closure, so the original plan can not go to the Qinghai Lake, and suddenly felt a little better willing, so when someone suggested the Mogao Grottoes, the brain did not expect a hot full-time work can not be an a I just want to back fill the loss of Qinghai Lake, embarked on a journey of excitement.
May 6 train at 9:30, 11:30 pm, before that, but the train had to take a one and a half hours to be considered truly Dunhuang City. Is the harm in Lanzhou on the train my two beautiful knives 55 ~~~~~~~~~~~~。
May 7 connected to the nine days from six days of classes plus finally welcomed its first Lanjue, no better feeling happy, relaxed spirit of no better ah. Stroll by visiting the Dunhuang Municipal Museum (recommendation can be free), the hurling Mingsha Mountain, Crescent Moon Spring. Throughout the desert, on the two of us were simply playing crazy ... ... (here omitted 500 words). Later, the train met 2 May 3, where the person in the whole play and more like the ant hill people, Oh, really Lesi us, it seems holiday excursion is to play popular routes, avoid large crowds, certainly not divorced from the masses . After a camel ride a horse again, in the above flash flash, leisurely looking at the endless expanse of the desert, feeling as if the gods Happy, Oh, music Pidianpidian, and life is not lived it to the case be considered. 9:00 where the sun just down, take advantage of sunset when the day quickly photographed the most beautiful desert scenery, a worthwhile trip feeling wells up ... ...
The evening stroll the night market in Dunhuang sandbar, very lively, and there are many handicrafts, to meet what greed pulls, Ha ha ha.
May 8 is a Lanjue how, it seems out of our collective self-regulation has indeed been bad, right or wrong, is very poor. Scrambled to get the Mogao Grottoes is simply a small oasis in the desert, and mind gradually calmed down and no longer let themselves get restless, so he can try to understand China's most beautiful and splendid arts and culture. Has just entered a cave, she felt the被震a moment, looked at the dignified and Su-Miao sleeping Buddha, I vaguely seem to be able to understand the war-torn between the age of Chang Ta-chien with his family and his disciples traveled, which lasted three more than a month came to the Mogao Grottoes, just to see the beautiful mural when the mood may be a very complex mixture of feeling it, shock, surprise, admiration, regret, excitement, all intertwined, so where he togethers is three years away from this world three years. The reason why this story is that I can write a lot of the Mogao Grottoes, and yet what sense can not write, you only need to look at their own quiet, their sense of their own experience. Beautiful Jiu Selu, good flesh for the tiger Prince, graceful flying side 9, where can one see their shadows, compared to that among more than 1000 caves (now the remnants of 498), Michelangelo Rome did not seem to value one higher than the cathedral, after all the hard work of many artists, the Millennium ah. The ancient Silk Road of prosperity here, and gradually emerged out of my mind, Sima Qian li in Han said, "The rich world does not come out Longyou." Great voyages of discovery and the Ming Dynasty to the now closed-door policy here, I can only remember the glorious predecessors in the long history of memory with them that the long years of pondering ... ...
Sat 8:28 pm train back to Shanghai in 41 hours of the journey I had to write off the next bit of experience, just to keep nine-to-five life of my own ideals gradually erode, and sometimes wished she is an archaeologist, around the country to find the footprints of the first people, chase them to appreciate human affairs with the vicissitudes of life changing ... ...
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