I do not think he was a pessimistic person, but look at his articles always feel a kind of dull, can not find fresh feeling, like Guangzhou, gray skies, despite a rare showing sky blue, but a layer of fog imitation As to the sky cast a veil, the veil is not clean. And, perhaps I am extremely sensitive from the fragile nerves and skin, no matter how busy and crowded places, give me the deepest impression is still a noisy, from the physical to the psychological resistance to produce an invisible, clinical manifestations of living in a large population of land on the Fan Yun, distinguish between a low blood sugar or a nervous breakdown.
Maybe so every living in the wilderness, there is the feeling of being brainwashed. I do not know if I grew up in the wilderness if they would be so reluctant afternoon a memorable one. Or childhood impression was too deep to sleep in the hut never grow up a pomegranate tree, the body hanging under the branches Kotake blue, inside of my sleeping cat. Sunlight sprinkled on the face, life is so quiet!
Songpan is such a place, let me into distant memory, review the many, Cheng pulls past.
This is an ancient town, a constant stream of visitors has not changed its original ancient, massive construction projects of modern architecture has not changed its ancient style. Is no longer on the museum, museum, religious temples are interested I still can not get rid of the local culture and cultural influence on me.
This effect most directly reflected in the lobby outside the security has been my top priority issue, which made me hesitant on whether or traveling to certain spots over and over again. In the Songpan my nerves have been greatly relaxed. Huanglong tour on horseback riding later, we happily went to the Xuebaoding. Huanglong back and forth along a three-day feelings of warmth behind him a tough home give us a sense of trust so that we have no hesitation choose 18-year-old boy Ma Kai once again be our tour guide. So that we one person, one horse, mountains, without the noisy large team of people do not have to take care of other people's emotions, like a mountain man with a branch smoking a hurry horse butt (they use horse reins, however, we do not have this technology). Climbed over one another a mountain, a river walk through one another, living in its territory has finally recognized that Li's "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau," singing mood, resulting in a strong resonance. Although the average elevation of Tibet, Ali, more than 4000, but the mostly desert, Yimapingchuan, have seen a few for the snow-capped mountains, so although travel thousands of kilometers within 20 days, but the wind made sitting in the Toyota off-road or off-road car and the feeling of different crosses.
So the moment we fell in love with "Tibetan Plateau", fell in love with "White Tower", fell in love with "Pilgrim's Road", fell in love with "Mother of the sheepskins," fell in love with "Love in Jiuzhaigou," fell in love with the mountains Songpan ... ...
In the afternoon we arrived at three in the first camp, which is a triangular-shaped valley, green grass next to streams. Riding very tired, and because I do not like wiping the skin coated east west, my legs have no choice but to burn, and the pain I give it under the sun painted with Yue-Sai Lu, and wrapped up with the trench coat. (Again more than a month in Tibet can not remember how to endure the pain of Diaopi. Whether the right things all the unhappiness of so forgetful?) Grass is so soft and attractive, I put shoes and socks off, running barefoot in the grass on the grass, such as brocade, reddish stars, the sun, everything so perfect!
This is a completely pollution-free environment, the sun is still bright, our beloved and loyal three off his saddle after the horse ran happily went to the side of the grass. Breeze is flying high, 4 1 aromatic grass, occasionally rushing Tibetan yak Tuoyun cut off to repair clean up the mountain for the construction of a house pine, primitive and ancient. In this beautiful mountain, will the remaining three of us, accompanied us is that our three horses and the natural world, animals do not have a campfire so that other people engage in an atmosphere of loneliness, and how very happy!
We find the luggage solve watermelon, with the stream washed, cut three people sharing, sweet, crisp, Excitement! Then Ma guide to the mountains to cut pine, everyone works together teams from tents. We changed into shorts and jacket, in the stream where clean clothes, tiled in the bush, the feel good warm long list. Only once at the foot of Mount Everest had not foreseen when wade went so far as people may be frozen snow unconscious, a few were washed away, feeling too deeply, it is no longer easy to set foot in snow.
The next job is to make dinner, we are happy to participate in such activities, though a bit self-deception, at best, we can only play Da Xiashou, Chui Chui fire. Cut back on the pile of guides pine, we have broken a two-hour break may not be finished. There was a wish that he could grow into a big man, so that people with malicious intentions can be punched at any time of the head, warning them polite. Only if the true daughter of Ali, as long as I be satisfied? In fact, out to my little man is always so easy to get help, maybe people are willing to help if I were so weak.
Snow-white tents in the green grass is a strong reflection of the sun, accompanied by plume of smoke, giving us a very gentle and very specific feeling. Deterred in the grass like cattle and sheep, we belong to nature, of course, I am unsure of whether or not they agree with me? Get rid of all bureaucratic, it might well be Shangri-la. I think serrucho and Arjuna there be a genuine affinity for the sheep beyond the Great Wall, which is how to happiness! Splendor is not at home!
After dinner, the sun gradually disappeared, the air suddenly becomes cold and biting. We wear sweaters wrapped robes sitting in a campfire, surrounded by a quiet, dark mass is the mountain's shadow. Pine ignite "beep beep Bobo", a long time there is no burnt firewood. Because of the bonfire the feelings we sat in the Huanglong Huopang to 1:00 and more have stayed with us in Korea finally not beat the Xianshui. Tonight we let "Weizhaohuolu eating watermelon," a reality. To sleep in the raincoat spread above the sky starlight. This scene is only seen in Huangshan, today good-bye, feeling very far away.
We lie so quietly.
"Ding-dong," "Ding Dong", a bell in the wilderness is extraordinarily crisp sweet. Wrangler To be able to know where the horse will give the Department of the horse bells, their ears are very sensitive and often feel we do not have any sound when they have confirmed that horses are located. However, silence in the wilderness, despite the bright starlight, we Dengtai eyes darkened a still see nothing. The static is very scary night woods, there is always the illusion of what is lurking inside. In such a night, we sat around a campfire, it is a very visible target. In the afternoon, tour guide, I asked: "Are you afraid?" He replied: "Do not be afraid." I asked again: "If only our two girls at this camp, can we?" He answered very simply: "No! "In fact, traveling companion and I are two strangers, and has been mistaken in Singapore, Hong Kong or Malaysian, walking in the mountain road is very prominent. I had a little concern. The threat is not from our guides, not his from the edge of wilderness camping. However, this does not interfere with I am still happy, calm state of mind. Night gradually deepened, we have inside their tents, sneaking into the guide for our paved cattle felt as mats, blankets, rolled into cylinders, it went without a moment to sleep. (This is also our treatment differs from other travelers: sleep cushion and the foam insulation of the sleeping bag is not enough, there is no sun mountain cold thorough Such is Life.) Guided tours for us to sleep outside vigil. Everything is so simple.
Woke up the next day, tour guides have been prepared breakfast. Walk through the grass like water, covered with water droplets. Tent was still dripping. Horses graze quietly on one side. Living in the valley, the sun exposure has not yet come in, the temperature is low, streams frozen my hands swelling, numbness. We set fire to warm the body-wang. Breakfast is eating stir-fry and fried noodles. In order to avoid lack of acclimatization, I request that cold into stir-fried. Traveling companion to help guide and noodles, I would light a fire tube.
After a night of dew infiltration, even more green trees, such as washing, and the air was filled with a faint taste of grass sandwiched soil. I have been drops off wet shoes, feet on the stones Kaohuo Huopang. Turn the feet to see when the last Kaohuo stained pine ash still did not wash, toes feet black one, strange as indigenous. There is a result of pine resin, so the name of flashlight into the water last night, washed a bit still not removed. However, with this pair of black foot on the green grass on it not a good feeling.
Gradually the sun shines into the grass, mist evaporated filled the air, a vast expanse of whiteness. Soon the sun speckled the valley, instant water droplets on the grass are gone, tents began to become bright, life seems to wake up in an instant, all vitality.
Chiba breakfast we strike camp trip, a Qiang Granny replace our camp in a valley, it will be the next few days, one of her temporary home. As if a very old story, in the most real life, we continue to pursue happiness, the most simple pleasure ... ...
Author: qm
