Danba, also known as Nomine Zhang Gu, meaning rocks on the city. We live in the chapter Valley town. Street is very narrow, from the residence of the window can be clearly seen across the others playing the television programs. Morning, a little restaurant down the street spreading the pavement, very lively event.
Danba to watch a lot of things, in addition to well-known ancient Tibetan stone base and Tibetan villages, as well as Tibet, one of Melbourne more than four Kamiyama Kamiyama, yak Valley natural bonsai combines snow-capped mountains, forests, Haizi, hot springs, meadow as a whole of the party standing and so forth. We have not enough time, and it is impossible to navigate, plan view of Tibetan stone group of the morning, afternoon to visit Tibetan villages.
No face to say that we have the wrong one hill. Climbed Lao Bantian result only in far away on a hillside overlooking the river opposite the towers. In fact, I do not feel regret, has pleasure in hiking, and river from the perspective was also very special Well look. But also in the hillside also found a small unmanned lamasery. Only a matchbox-like hut, and several small Sule Pagoda. I can see sunspots playing a rusty sickle painted white paint a small head, felt quite good to see, thought it was an old abandoned mountain civilian objects down after learning it away. Walking and waving a knife, shouting "This mountain is my open." Two natives encountered on their way, they looked at my hands things, I hesitated a moment, asking where they come from, I told them without hesitation. They, as a moment to look strange to me that this is a fetish, take no. I watched a white crescent moon shape, mottled knife, a sudden reaction to the over, suddenly, like holding a hot potato, I do not know what to do. Sunspot gloat to intimidate me laughing about it, I can only console myself that无知者无畏, I wonder if those are not crimes, gods should be more generous, do not blame me. Carefully put away the knife, Dangling underground mountain. Feel that they have become a disturbing local people living life in a negative example, and perhaps for them, this ignorance is more heinous acts than littering?
Glasses acquainted with a local girl Kung urged us to her house guest. You drive along the bridge last night to when heading for the mountains go through. Plate mountain quite dangerous, but the scenery very well. Light green on the Dadu River valley at the foot of shedding, farther and farther away from us. They pass through an in-built youth hostel, Japan and later backpack blessed.
Nie seem to have the very entrance to the village, the girl's uncle had come to meet, and he was the mayor here. Looking around us, sharp corners, such as wearing a white cap mountain patchwork of color small building, face toward the foot of the mountain river, and good happiness lies. Some people make comparisons, saying the residential areas here, like the meditating monks, indeed like. Favorite is naturally large upstairs terrace. This has been my dream about the beauty of the house. Moreover, this is the face of endless landscape terrace. Small building layout is reasonable, humans and animals were happy. On the ground floor of the courtyard where Pan raises pigs and chickens, a big yellow dogs are raised in the second floor of a small platform. I soon and it has deep feelings for when it is anxious to leave, sobbed, let me hot eye socket. Village home, two kids are very cute, although the body dirty, in my eyes is pink carved Yuzhuo general. The sky will be late, the hostess gave us a pot of tasty noodles. To eat dinner坐在院子里new pick walnuts, green, fruit crisp, very fragrant. Sincerely, host to our own brew of highland barley wine, drank three patrol. Over and over again to us girls sang folk songs, the sound of the crisp, beautiful, makes me ashamed, voice smoke, almost ashamed to speak.
Parting, glasses, and girls and I are particularly reluctant to part with big dogs. Journey brought us warm people or things, this is a stranger, short-term intersection, is once more their thing, it seems only to take leave of encounter, in order to occasionally recall the memory of their own. Dear do not know the big dog's dream, will there be my name strange land her breath?
Car winding down, I saw the lights of the town of Zhang Gu-ming eliminate the valley.
Most of the time, the past has passed away. However, there is always a time - anybody's guess when that time will come - but to the past does not some sudden, sharp to pierce your heart. Cups may be that the role of highland barley wine, I watched bumpy car destroy the darkness out of light, moment, Shanghai's past so unprepared to make me drown. Fog-filled night, I walk alone. Flow is always flooded the streets, still I am. Bizarre world, a loss of my standing. But in the mirror is already familiar with, it seems that with all the past has nothing to do, outsiders generally looked puzzled that long-haired girl.
Author: zure
