October 16 trip: Aden - Jiva - Inagi
To the beautiful Mingjiaoyading girl, I bump the 30 hours from the North came to this cold and dry, warm and humid in the south basin, and then nonstop to Trinidad bolted across the numerous mountains, overcoming a terrible plateau reaction, and finally came to her window. She is far to show their majestic beauty exposing her beautiful, indeed Decorative Tiles, and live reputation. And even better, she seems agreed to our request, allowing us to visit the next day visits. As a result, long talk with the good expectations of tomorrow, we have arranged accommodation, booked into the mountains of the horses, early access to sleep.
But dreams did not last long. Middle of the night, I was snapping of the roof burst of noise awakened, do not ask we can see that under the hail, and I Anjiao to worse. A look at the morning filled the snow, there were numerous underground forward to yesterday, or the colorful Aden, wrapped into a red fitted prime world, looking ahead, only two colors black and white. We stood outside the room watching the snow, enough to create misunderstandings. Snow kept the underground, I wonder when Caiting, but I do not know when to be able to turn out, we want this trip to Aden, I am afraid to waste, at least today is laid to waste.
Pimps Dao Shi will be more positive, they fear that we go back on, early on came to camp, waiting for our big rack. Came as a surprise has been to this, we can not go 1000 kilometers Kongshouerhui white, so to discuss changes and groom were a bit line, we climbed the horses, cattle farm to Velvet landed embarked.
The taste of snow in the road, generally has two realms. Initially installed to see red trees, is indeed a exceptionally enchanting, when even under the snow was particularly poetic. However, such vigor that one before, the road becomes even worse. First cold. Under the snow the more the greater the suicide to flew at clothes, trousers and shoes, although we have the equipment to prevent the infiltration of snow, but it can stop the invasion of cold, especially the feet, shoes filled with snow, lingering , over time, that I felt almost submerged in freezing water. To make matters worse, we are moving in the primeval forests in, from time to time will encounter a branch, and his head hit off the snow, or simply take the initiative to have 12 snow jumped from the branch, head straight for the crucial point and tells the people impossible to defend . There are painful eyes, a long period of visual snow to make the eyes become extremely uncomfortable, like acupuncture, it is probably what people said snow-blind, right? Slowly, physical torture becomes a psychological torture. This monotonous and lonely road, no signs, no obvious signs, but there is no peer or down from the above people. In the snow, the vast expanse of whiteness of one, everywhere are the same and boring picture. We were a bit anxious, and repeatedly asked how much time is left before groom to cattle,
- "Soon, there are half an hour."
Then, after a long time, we once again last straw,
- "Soon, there are twenty minutes."
At this time we discovered that, usually a short period of 10 minutes here and actually have become so long. Four of the cavalry like the sea of the leaf lonely boat in the stormy winds and slowly struggling, moving forward, not knowing where to be saved.
Finally, we finished the journey that I was suffocating, arrived off the velvet cattle farm. Only cattle farm just a few tents, the camp environment with almost Chonggu Si. As today, the first arrival of visitors, we have been trapped here and tourists a warm welcome. As we Kaohuo the moment, the snow stopped miraculously, the sun also heat to play across the clouds. Sunny, and snow began to melt, this is like we have another fell in front of the broken dreams of a more distant dream - or a pie that God does not welcome us also fills in such a way is also chosen to use fun of us! We have already paid too weak effort, it is not in the mood and patience to wait for the check to be honored. Take a break, we turned horse, went to the Chonggu Si, ready to pack up and then down the mountain.
Gama arrived in Chonggu Si, only two and a half-hour effort, the tree has almost completely melted snow in the mountains once again showed a green and yellow colors. And Aden, this beautiful girl, and finally at this time to remedy the situation, revealing that she should show their majestic beauty. Sunshine in the snow, the fog bursts of transpiration on the hillside, deep in the woods among the shallow land-filled. Under the trees in the sun shining pride and brilliance, the distant snow-capped mountains are also allocated to the clouds, revealing the white back of Baoding and the blue sky. In this masterpiece of God arrangements, the protagonist is clearly that there is spiritual mountain fog, it seemed like life in the trees walk and play, will be commonplace in the woods put on a layer of the veil looming, so, Trees have a life, and seemed to be general, waving veil, the people's attention from behind the spectacular snow-capped mountains at that wins over. But the short-lived, long before, with the sun, heat strengthened, and clouds finally disappeared completely, Aden again back to the trees in front, snow-capped mountains in the post, blue sky classic bottom screen, clear, dignified, but extremely rigid.
We Chonggu Si packing to camp after they ride down the mountain. Aden, who called the last Shangri-La woman, although at the last minute to show the charm of her moving, no one can change the determination we have to leave. We went to Italy was determined, leaving only full of grievances, she Dai Li on the spot, tears.
This deeply attached to each failure, apparently can be found in a number of reasons. For example, we have bad luck, hit the snow, unable to see the most beautiful scenery of Aden; another example, the living environment of Aden is too harsh and did not stay for long, and so fit. But for me, the road down the greatest feeling is: strangeness, strong diffuse throughout the strangeness to me and between the beautiful girl. I camped all the way, hungry, without a greeting I take sick people to come, not even a dog came and licked my cold feet. The beautiful girl, not me that the slightest hint of concern, I am for her, just like the millions of tourists passing by, came, went, and there is no special. And she for me, obviously also the same compartment desert. I can see her beautiful appearance, they can not find out her heart. She happy? Does she still hosting the Games? She welcomed the visits I would venture to do? All this I have no way of knowing. She seemed restrained in her identity, but did not give me a kind of intimacy, an intimacy can talk about anything, a lapse of more in the future is still missed the intimacy. This is not like Lijiang, where I play with the cats and dogs, in the sunny breakfast cafe; do not like Dalian, where I get enthusiastic people to help a person at the beach watching the sunset alone; even more As Pingyao, where I touch the history of a heavy sigh, the reverie of Liulianwangfan in history.
Yes, in those places ... ... think about those places and different from Aden, I began to discover the problem. Where each recall, my first thought is not the local beautiful natural scenery, but also by life are those who have had direct contact with me and establish a deep connection to life, are those cats and dogs, naughty children, enthusiastic people, even those who have passed by countless composed of history. Yes, life gave me the link - no I was impressed by both the local life and I associated with, no matter the form of life is human, animal or passed history. The scenery, at this point it seems so fragile and can not assume such a glorious task. Because the scenery is beautiful even if the same scenery as Aden, but also as the face of a beautiful, like short-lived, perishable, and even shallow and lifeless, and it can give us a short (perhaps strong) stimulation things, can not permanently stay in our good memories to forget them, nor can the soul of our grass is always greener carved a deep imprint. To reach the depths of our hearts, we must by virtue of a bridge, this bridge must be able to share with others, they simply asked the environment behind the inseparable - As a result, only the journey of life in order to undertake this great responsibility. Only they, are the key to open the secret room. Only contact with them, treasure-house of the spell to appear in Sesame to open, an unfamiliar place it in front of us become so familiar, fresh and friendly, never forget it but Enduring new.
Therefore, we are not directly "remember" the landscape, we are just through the life, in the passage of time later, in recalling the intersection of these bits and pieces of life, by the way, "remembered" the landscape. And life, these take us truly want to "remember" a place of life, the reason why they have such a powerful force, in my opinion quite rightly so. I almost immediately thought of the answer - is love. Why are these lives to survive in my memory for so long? Why I did not remember the other life, has chosen to remember them? Yes, this is because of the existence of love between us - love is the life of the bridge through the arrival of the last thing our hearts. Love that bind us together, love so that we will never forget themselves. We go out to go trekking walk around, searching, to really bring back and stay in the bottom of my heart, only love nothing - only love in our tiny hearts forever occupy a place; only love, we will remember The journey to live life, love them, and also fell in love with their environment, the love of their home, their friends, their culture, their blue sky, white clouds, grass and snow-capped mountains.
What we really remember the original, only love only.
"If you fell in love with a star on the growing in a flower, then at night, you look at the sky to feel a pleasant sweetness. All the stars on both seem to blooming."
"The Little Prince" in a word, this sentence contains almost all the secrets of tourism.
Trip is to find such love.
Then we will fall in love with the whole world.
Author: andrewyu
