Last year's now, went to Qinghai and Gannan. At that time wanted to write back, but always impetuous can not continue, feeling that he did not think well, how to face and in what kind of a state of mind to face. A year has passed, often recalled that the kind of misty trance feeling still lingering today. Think it is a little perseverance to complete it, taking advantage of that moment when some of the mood, there is no other in memory were trivial coverage.
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The closed section of exhausted developer, the company gave a brief vacation. Suddenly, 98 years, that unrealized dream of Qinghai Lake has captured all the ideas with other colleagues they are nothing but the yearning tenderness of Jiangnan village, I can only go alone. But grandma's friends who have taken the trouble to tell me a woman traveling alone the danger and inconvenience, thank Ctrip, let me find the perfect mountain climbing trip in Lanzhou, the Ormer, a common dream to the hearts of pre-trip.
Every time out, one on the train on the pitch darkness of sleep, this is no exception. Open its eyes when the train was parked in the middle of the night of the platform, as if to Tianshui, various people up and down the. I can not sleep, simply climb out of bed and leaned against the window, unconscious of the train tracks listening to monotonous voice, surrounding a black Shen Jakunen silent night, as if only the train and I, alone in the wilderness marching forward, hair the hair forward to staying again sleeping in the past. When I woke up, it should bar not far from Lanzhou.
Xining
Stopped one night in Lanzhou, the next day ride the bullet train to Xining. Oh, really nothing worth mentioning in Xining city is very small, it looks disorderly and chaotic, I bought a map, no attention to scale, only to walk for an hour or so found themselves on the map has gone through about 5cm away. Ormer package break, went to the city's largest shopping malls, which only two packages can also be Adidas, but the color bad, shopping malls inside sales more than customers.
Traversed a road, found the whole road is selling wreaths, and so I conclude that there is a funeral home nearby, Ormer laughs and says not necessarily a result, Hui-appeared in front of the "Qinghai People's Hospital" a few characters, hey, seems to Life and death are separated by boundaries may not be clear.
We really bored, I heard that the urban fringe areas have a North Temple, ran the past. Did not think there was also some scenes, but can also sit in the Mid-Levels tea is a unique three bubble northwest Taiwan, thus spend an afternoon. However, a friend advised just arrived in Xining If you go to here, best not to climb up to sit cable car is better. Xining's nearly 3,000 meters above sea level, from the plains to the people still need a break to accommodate me for a moment. I did not pay attention to this, three days after the end was more severe altitude sickness, until you return to Lanzhou.
And, if it is morning or noon to Da Xining, no need to stay, or car can go to Qinghai Lake, about 3 hours can be reached, the lake views are beautiful, whether it is sunny or bright moon hung high, are worth a visit look .
Qinghai Lake
Trek all the way, car hovering in place to Peak Pass is the sun and the moon, sun and moon pavilion to mark the peak of Princess Wen Cheng. The cold and windy, August weather I wore thick sweaters, finger grip already frozen even the cameras do not live. Done to accelerate the taking of several blankly white yak, it Duohui a warm car. Once again opened his eyes when he was eyeful bright yellow flowers of rape to the scare, and have never seen outside the kind of wild plants grow apart so overwhelming, it seems apart from the sky and mountains, all the remaining space occupied by them. Exclaimed between the horizon appears slightly different touch of light blue, Qinghai Lake is up.
Suddenly, the feelings of joy that some low-spirited, and finally, I came here, this year, he described to me while drunk fairyland. I took out cell phones, heart floating on the sea that's been forgotten that the number is still deeply rooted. Hundreds of days have not been contacted, but from a common friend of the mouth, intermittent learned that his current situation. Now Bashansheshui the arrival here, as if to give himself a ceremony in memory of the period, ending in its most beautiful places.
Qinghai Lake gave me the feeling, and now can not be accurately expressed, this travels, this is the last write. I grew up in Xiamen sea, for the vast surface of the water is already used to not do this fuss. But, in the Qinghai Lake in my field of vision slowly near the time when more and more clearly still shaken by the turmoil of the hearts was speechless. It is so quiet and mysterious lying plateaus, clear and deep, was the desert mountains and surrounded by wanton rape, strong color contrast out of desolation and years. Here, do not feel the intrusion of modern civilization, but rather gloomy silence, after settling down and boundless.
Tar
Is not a deep impression on the Tar, only remember the Panchen Lama to spiritual places, more random pattern of temples, unlike the pattern of the Central Plains of the temple strict vertical horizontal width. 4 to see my far away in the temple of the Tibetan people have come to worship the way of the journey, and eolian in no way diminished their eyes clear and persistent. Invisible in the straight end of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, in our car speeding and out of date, they are on the roadside, a call-in three steps, with the body measuring the distance leading to the hearts of the Holy Land. Even a year later, at the time the road has been eroded away a lot of shifting light and shadows, those who stood up and said they Fuseshita figure, will still jumped out from time to time, in the memory of broadcast regularly.
Linxia - Xiahe
Starting at noon from Lanzhou, the way was removed by Linxia, to Xiahe, is l'etoile sky. In fact, the distance between the well not take it for a long time. The tension from the metropolitan sneak out of our lives, how can not understand, for us is so precious a sub-second, where almost penniless. Long-distance train stations in the foot and a half hours, car set off to a snail's pace along the main streets of Linxia crawling, up two aunts, put aside things off; car moving forward, the conductor is very enthusiastic, very Lei Feng, see the acquaintances, and it was the way he smiled, it was not even move the box, and will continue to chat for a while, to help to help, by the way asked if they do not get on the train; street Daotou, retrace the station, and then retrace their steps to climb again, until you determine the This is the street that everyone can see the car in (or at least even that felt that a) before slowly out the county seat, has had two hours later. Fast out of town, that's two things that the aunt was down on the train, after all, is a local understanding of the laws here. Even then, even temperament have already gone, and comfort each other, said Ormer not angry, not angry, more relaxed kind of life ... ah ... ho ho exempt exempt ... ...
Sangkecaoyuan
Xiahe is a departure, just before the map to find a small town. There are no buses, the streets are small face, waving at cars, with the call with the stop, if chartered, to 20 yuan Sankoh like it, more people are sharing the car less.
Not previously been to a real prairie, been dam is Bacillus period, the grass has an anemic, bare large tracts of land, as well as I rode the lazy fat little pony, there's nothing good impression. I always like to see the kind of pure meaning of the vast grassland, but Sankoh, did not let me down.
Rolling hills, grass and wild flowers are scattered among ... Ormer very excited, Zhang Tai shouted with arms rushed the depths of the grassland was very scared I was really surprised, a few days off, I feel quite calm and steady enough, this guy, how a At this place, that even the wind and was breathing with an open atmosphere of the place, on ... so not the same? Smoothly picked dandelion Duo placed behind grinning away in the past, not want to be found, and a look of dandelion hair, really fails to ... pull the horse, his legs a folder, fluttering in the wind, the boundless grass, rolling from . Sitting behind the wood give way to a shy Tibetan young man, holding whip the rain washed away a calm one, refers to "my family is not rich, so my pasture, in the mountains the other side." That is we use the wheel to measuring the distance between them is very very special to go home every day horseshoe path.
Lapuleng Temple:
Afternoon, I came to not pull Leng Temple. The temple has a strange name, from the first time I heard on the inexplicable remember. I slowly went in, heavy dark wooden doors carved with patterns, old and reciting the Tibetan prayer wheel occasionally or curious tourists shaking, branch branch of the voice can be heard.
A sudden downpour, to me, I have a varnish on a small door under the eaves, raised his eyes looked, the Pro Mountain built the temple, filled with water vapor. Purple roof was still fluttering colorful streamer with the sound of a loss look around, one time is very trance-like feeling of deja vu, the opposite side through the hall, there Yimen written for the monks in red, there are Tibetan grandmother Dishou walk and evening the wind blowing her long hair, no direction of sway ... Tibetan child of坐在台阶上threes twitter ... ... they should be on twitter, but I can not hear, the ear is a brawl in the rain, but it is is very quiet and pleasant, and the distance as if there is a big circle by turning the wheel, so I have a fatalistic sense of irresistible hit.
Ormer under the eaves from the other clutching his head run over, two people began with a daze. The small door behind him, had to open, a handsome little monks came out, very eye-margin, then grabbed him photographed. Turn to turn to go in the bag, but could not find how you can give him a small gift, anxious ears red, and later found a way to listen to the news of a small radio, took a to him. He would not Chinese, I might have than the hands and feet that is zoned for a long time he may not understand. Unconsciously rain has stopped, sigh, got up and ready to leave. He had pulled me say clearly uttered "byebye". Lapuleng lamas, said apart from the Tibetan language, they learn English, Temple more knowledgeable people, and later, during a visit to their museum and saw a lama is very fluent in English and foreign tourists to talk already is not surprising.
忽忽悠悠, the already sky will be late, turned around, a distant look again in the deepening twilight, Lapuleng Temple, I carried the body away.
During the year, and others often talk about, or wandering the Internet suddenly see this name will always be out of thin air in a kind of intimacy. Total recall, in that hazy valley, there is such a place, when the summer rain comes, I am standing at it under the eaves, at a loss smile.
Author: garfield_w
