The bypass early sun curtains, slipped into the room, in my quilt on a stroll. I Banxing's leaning bed, surrounded by quiet, calm head wound healing could be heard the voice. I stuck my head and arms across the gauze touching the times, how pain is not the first nor faint, it should be no fever. I am very satisfied with their physical condition, even proud, because I believe that nothing can stop me to go to Lhasa, the Qinghai-Tibet line.
Gradually, the girls began to yawn Gezhao Men heard; start over and over again the creak of the bed get fed from; start talking yesterday's distress; began to find themselves a lot of hair falls out a lot (she is a hair from the car were inviting dragged out of the bottom); began to worry about my injury, I wish I safe and well.
Then, I heard a note of cord and wear their clothes sound, went door, open the door. My eyes closed, feeling that they creep in my bed and moving the feet, leaned a look at my head, touch my forehead, random analysis of my injuries. I listened to their nonsense, could not help laughing, and the potential open eyes of the eye, shouted to: Do not guesstimate, I full well, back to her room to go, I wear clothes. While the girls laughed at me so what's good-looking, while dressed went into the back room. The room is full of joy turned the corner.
They eat noodles, biscuits, we decided to shake out and see how to Bird Island, but also to ask how to get steel check train to Golmud. Bird Island Hotel (0970-8659184, triple 90 yuan) 17 km away from the Bird Island, the steel check more than 100 kilometers. I became a celebrity in town, people are chatting, pointing to my skull. Yesterday, help me wash the wound the doctor to see me and ran down over the hands of the living. He was holding my head looked Council, said: all right, your body well, last year it turned over three vehicles, four or five persons dead, then, yesterday, I did not tell you that this road is very evil.
I thanked him, and then asked ride, he can face disaster has to say: This is only a car after 8 o'clock every morning to the steel investigation, other times no car. Our thoughts are at once cool, and looked and looked, the town's only street turned out empty, even the tractor at all. I first came highly recommended Bird Island, girls hesitated, walked back down. I walked two kilometers you'll regret it, and wound up up the pain, and we forgot to bring water and dry food. Surrounded by hazy brown prairie, black asphalt roads no end.
Fortunately, in our dilemma, when a truck pulled up. We begged, the driver let us on the train. It turned out he was pulling cement to Bird Island, God helps me also. Tibetan driver, kindly middle-aged. He said that recent visitors rarely go to Bird Island, because in another month up to a bird before, but now a lot of early bird. To the door (tickets 45 yuan), changed the car to the scenic island of eggs.
Egg Island, a sand road leading to the center of the island Grass desolately, most of them are still brown with, but the closer look to see green shoots sprouting from the sand come, they and the pair flew overhead from time to time gray Touyan together to report to us the message of the spring. Island, has just set foot on the top, we exclaimed together in front of the open beach on the shore, crowded with the birds. Sound of the murmur of thousands of birds converge into a huge wave of our land at the foot of a slight shiver shock. Each one body under the tummy of the mother bird has yet to break the shell baby birds. Fathers landed on a busy take-off again, with food to ask about their loved one, from time to time to head pushed her mother's stomach to intimate their baby, a good father of a loving mother Ntu ah. Each administrator sprinkle some dry food up, and clouds of fish and gulls will be fought over in your head, you can see them near bright eyes and anxious expression. This is a more beautiful guy, white feathers accompanied by red beak red claws, Shashi spirit. They are confident the railing in front of you look around the face of our cameras a few people, calm, apparently seen scenes figure.
To the next two kilometers to go on an island surrounded by do not see people, it seems that we are the only tourists. Went for a windy, and the left side of the road the sky filled with yellow sand, when we recognized that the distance is already desert, wave-like sand dunes to the Bird Island is being hit. In fact, the next could have been an island in the lake, but now because of the water level falls, we can walk to the island. At the foot of desertified land has clearly, and really do not know how long the birds will be there for the home.
With the wind, the temperature immediately dropped down. I have a little bit cold wearing a ski jacket, the zipper pulled up, hats are also mouth buckle up. Three body just silently hunched against the wind to walk farther and farther away from. Qinghai Lake on the right side of the road Mo silent, a touch of the sun also appears gloomy.
Around a big bend to see a good repair of the pier, with boat parking. Egg Island, this island is higher than that, we had a meeting break at the pier, a small wind, we began to climb along the stone steps. On the reach the peak, I am a bit disappointed. Flat slopes covered with thick slender humilis, gently undulating in the breeze inside, but around the lake is still endless, vast and monotonous. I woodenly along the path to move forward and do not know how magnificent are waiting for me.
Walk the gentle slope of the segment, I Leng in the middle of the road, the face of beauty do not know what to do. Edge of the precipice rugged rocks, the right side of the lake stands a rocks, showing or vertical oval, the color gray. Top covered with osprey nests, and the countless birds circling above the jump. The cliff in front of an extension of the boundless desert, they resumed their ups and downs. The intersection of desert and lake where blue and golden yellow tit for tat, and do not compromise, the wind pushing waves onto the beach again and again, and again times of retreat, white spray in a long coastline on the twists and turns flickering. An immense desert, a vast Qinghai Lake, blue skies of the heavens; these three earth's most magnificent scenery, and suddenly side by side in your line of sight inside the stage, people really know what to do.
Pleasure I feel in my body every cell is born, the expansion, so I want to cry, want to run, want to worship. I saw the boundless waters of the deep changes in the sun shallow blue, raging from the feeling of happiness, beyond my limits. I can only collapsed in the bushes, eyes closed tightly,听风through, listening to birds through, listen to waves passing heard regret, fatigue, loss taken away by them 11.
Heard some people say: alive, nice.
Author: xiangdaipian
