Bumps 6 hours, arrived in Li County.
Sunshine good, some cold wind and the body. Highway through the middle of the city from a stranger. The sunglasses out of touch.
Taken the wrong road, the city car Xue Tao Po wrong. And friends went to Bangladesh don valley. Hastily caught accompanying Wushi, packing, leave. Meng Yu Li Tun Valley County about 200 kilometers away from Chengdu. Lived the most eastern branch of the Tibetan Jiarong - Colombian neighbors. In the Tibetan main "boba", "Kham", "Amdo wow" and "Jiarong wow", the Jiarong Tibetans live mainly in Danba, Malcolm, Jinchuan, Xiaojin, Li County and other areas, this area of climate warm, mostly valley area, multi-Pingba, it is appropriate agricultural planting, Tibetan Village that "agriculture" as a "velvet," said Jiarong mountains region, name "Camotes Melbourne more sacred mountain," mountain people take the first a word with the "velvet," which fits into Jiarong.
Back away from the city Xue onto the fork road, very narrow. An unknown river flow along the river line. Shale cliff on the shining metallic sheen. Local peeling off it, a brick structure layers towers. Eating under the street to buy a new cherry tree is just right if Yao Well. Smiled.
Very clean water, green day, opening the reed in which large tracts. Like the first saw the Three Gorges and the sea of reeds, togethers. Kids dark pole holding the net bag in the river to catch fish. Ash took out a number of housing estates after the expiry of the anterior chamber is a wooden beehive, the bees jumping eight characters dance, beekeepers wearing a veil carefully filed beehive inside the partition see above honey. Distant hills, or scattered, or clustered on the towers. Cold air, comfortable.
Tibet to see the color mounted in front of the women gathered in the sun when the sun. Up. The Bangladesh Rural Bangladesh Tun valley lies. 2,200 meters above sea level.
Streamer from each of the front roof-yang dynamic, with the wind.
Tibetans live in the home, set into a hotel-like, unexpectedly clean, and 9 a large room, blue and white checkered bed sheets, were very soft. Wooden floor pushing on an empty sound, could hear voices downstairs.
Go to tas dam. 3:15 pm.
Upstream themselves up. Wild flowers bloom, opened the red, yellow, white blue-violet. Canyon High Canyon is not Jinkouhe 1000 resilient, and the sharp cliffs, only a moderate green. Seductive. No Dumu as Bridge on the River, in addition to shoes and socks and wading over, biting to the cold. Made a strange face. Water from the ditch at the end of the melting snow shedding, 51, when a friend climbed over 5000 meters above sea level Laojun ditch the snow-capped mountains. Heard of the sea son is very touching ditch. There is not enough time.
On both sides of the road there are a lot of wild strawberries, the little finger size, cooked, and just to catch up. Picked all the way past, then dip in the stream Li Jin.
Happiness is the wild strawberries. Sweet and sour.
Line to the two waterfalls, ri quiet, water color as birds indiscriminately splashing together, Pumian come. On the ground remaining after a logging debris, sit down trance.
Significant dark sky, back away. Down from light rain, I gradually came running up.
Mizoguchi is a huge piece of the whole Pingba, planted Chixu high corn, rain bigger, kind of rain to the whereabouts of the coin, playing in corn leaves, pops the sound on the ground stirred up a small dust during running. Angry manner. Front of their minds forget things. Willful. Wet clothing.
Looking back, that pairs of lovers dancing on boulders in Mizoguchi, wearing flowers, Lin Zhaoyu. Smiled.
Tibetans at home in the rain. Housing in this region are from local materials, with shale, stones piled, layer upon layer of loess between the use sticky paste on to a strong wind, load, add board support, mountains and humid, people living 2 floor, below the first floor vacant, leaving livestock.
Stone into the building, there is a sense of warmth, only a window on the permeability of the light come in, dust floating up and down in the light, the simple life of appliances. A house is being used to entertain guests, there are wooden ladder leading to the upstairs, upstairs is the bedroom and put their things around the room. Next door is the kitchen, no stove, the floor is a fireplace, large pieces of wood burning out the crackling of the sound of the air shed of the fragrant wood, carbon black furnace suspended from the flame, the spit spit in Tuzhe white gas, and the shadow stood Some tools, vaguely see my profile. The floor in front of every household here are split after the growth of stacked blocks of wood, with neat yards, as the wall. No wonder not seen anything around the tree, have become the wall.
Survival and development, which lighter.
Can not be satisfactory to both sides, it becomes a pain.
Weather was fine, and Mode emerged in the sun, from the mottled clouds cast a shadow between. Only the moment, two magnificent rainbow in the two peaks of cross-out, compared with last year's 11 hot springs in the Kangding outside erdaoqiao Paowan out to see Na Liangdao more momentum moving. The child fundus color.
Next to the old switch to the Tibetan prayer wheel, saying that ten years ago have seen such a rainbow. Does not shock is not surprised-like. Looks very rough hands, take a cool shed. Overlooking.
"Tibet travel" uploaded to lead Meng Wei township has a surname from generation to generation silversmith, silverware specially chipped to see a home silver roadside shop, walked in, a middle-aged man carefully knocked the hands of a small drill, Han Chinese is probably the bar, white skin, a lot of, it could be silver sun all day to stay inside the system due to very little sunlight. Not thought to ask, you name Wei? He nodded.
Him chipped silver ring. Suddenly you want to. Want to bamboo-like, just like the bamboo cut open from the middle half of the ring up into the. Drive with no success. To the shop the most simple. Set.
Out dianmen, Wei stopped me and asked quit live or die. Think, live, and give himself a chance.
Life and death for me.
Who is the guy who can make you break a ring person.
A she.
Jinniu District, Chengdu Branch of a photographic experience to collecting folk songs with the cello drum racks and other items with the get-together on the Bangladeshi township government. Tibetans have kept laughter from downstairs through, sitting on the second floor channel chairs she used to watch him. A very beautiful robes, red and black of the cheeks, the eyes will not be straightforward to avoid people. At night, lit bonfires in front of the township government, tuck sit on the floor, watching the various performances. Four townships adjacent to eight people were rushed to the scene, men's knives sloshing around the waist, be careful, that knife is not random, by people watching, or touch, and a woman together, or green or blue or pink embroidered bottom material a complicated pattern, with silver head knot, augmented system of thick braided line on the plate in black embroidered scarves, wealthy families chest hung a silver lock, waist tied with a silver medal strung together to form a circle line , the name of circle, nice style. Tintin Dangdang.
Lost the camera, is a pity that photographed the film, television photographer smiling Jinniu cited give it, saying, When did he come to see you. Smiled, thanked.
Overseas, they encounter some form, color people. Or interesting, or uninteresting.
The rain came, and suddenly big suddenly small, mixed in with the Tibetan people inside the shelter under the eaves.
Tired, not so Guozhuang jump along the dark road to go back.
Big temperature difference between day and night. Depend on the second floor where a daze Bei Yi Wo Jackets to 23:15, we face the darkness. The songs are not far from thick. Bei Yi Pan-cool.
Sleep. Be short coat is very warm.
Small Fan gang came downstairs to drink highland barley wine to make the line sound.
Turn your phone's SMS read. There is no signal, or even wired telephone. Looked at, fell asleep.
8 o'clock the next day to see castles Takahashi ditch. Cold days.
On the farm dump truck dump cars. Previous travel after the car sat big Dongfeng cars, when? High School. Constantly forget. Hold the front top of the fence, the wind like a knife, under the wet rain, narrow mountain roads with spikes inserted into to the branches, bow dodge more, and pay no attention, using his elbow Qudang, bar Jackets . From time to time to skip road squirrel tail dragging big heart, Sutherland not see. Fog cloud to go to the mountains, red-top towers gather on the hillside dam, the neat, like deliberately built villas.
Collapse roads, walking into the mountains.
Encountered 68-year-old Tibetan man, the young like early 40. With a 5-year-old granddaughter.
Long lush mountains, plants, hung up the rain, the wizard in the former knocked it away.
Cloud Margaret mortal to come and go, well saw hazy Canbi hearts a tight, from Takahashi, a worn sling bridge ran, shaking his leisurely. Takahashi ditch because it is named. The castle originally called Takahashi Village, lives large and small, 100 more than a night in the KMT period, Blackwater and crosses from the other side of Tibetans took advantage of a night attack on the stockade. Blood, wash Takahashi ditch.
Hatred? Sites?
To leave more Broken Duanbi stone floor. Thorn ridden, Qi, Gao.
Enclosed by remnants of the thorns. A cage cage. On the guide, I had to go. He look at those plants, exposed by Nanse, think with me outside in a nearby towers turn full circle, no voids could be found, insist forcing their way. Fortunately, there is wearing a hat, elbow retaining head, buried in, Well, like playing numerous vaccination. Only a thorn or thorns. Pierced the back of the hand.
Passed. Empty, only a trunk does not fall, faintly visible in the walls of stone steps left India and all the windows blocked, in order to defend. Then shot into nest holes. Long moss.
Jackets were decked drops pants wet, inescapable thorns on the rain. Clothing, the green branches and India to draw thorns.
Friends asked the wizard, then more than 100 bodies buried where it is. Wizard said that in the vicinity. Now think about it, perhaps, under those thorns, otherwise the place is not beside the long, long side Now he's off the floor around us. Have had the blood of the blessed. Green leaves were translucent.
Ankle-high grass on the whole is water soaked non-waterproof Reebok, shoes like a small puddle on such a bubble back to Chengdu.
Walk downhill to thorndon Temple. Halfway there holding a Tibetan prayer wheel in the car before the old lady stopped, bowed his hands together even want to ride. Asked her to take the cab. Has also been the go to thorndon Temple. In the hillside stopped walking Shui on another hill.
Between the trees set off a blue smoke curl. Exposed corner of the wall.
From the sihou turn out. Century-old trees, under the dress of the Tibetan men wearing fur hats cross one's legs in the shade drinking beer, but also speak, holding a bottle to drink, waist Yindao flash.
Small temple.
And inviting the temple an open space, paved, very clean, just put two small simple incense burners, and studded with red candles, burning blue smoke. Terakado the other side of being single hung side drum, both sides filled with Tibetans, men and women, or shaking through the wheel or silence or low laugh. Look to the open space in center two furnaces have a cluster of smoke.
Unaware, we will be moving in people's minds.
To do not believe in deities, but also to buy copies of incense, eight cents is a lot, in the temple kitchen lit, Naqu inserted in that furnace inside.
Read two sentences in the heart. Say to yourself. Did you hear.
The so-called their minds.
Is not easy, also insisted. My wayward.
Side slopes adjacent to gather a group of monks. Next to the locals to do a simple commodity trading, and some strange scenes. But the easy-going. Tibetan temple door tall secret tricks of the curtain cover, and the lower harness loose knot, sitting below it, there is a little girl came Minato, Qieqie look at me, the small face is peeling, the sun. I smiled, reaching up to catch her hand, she was struggling with a smile. Release.
Unable to grip Buzhao. Who called nothing about.
Before he left, turn the golden prayer wheels. They did not understand a woman singing the song tune.
Near noon went to four Guan Castle. Much earlier to the previous four Guan Meng've got to pass by Castle Inn is the former, as early as abandoned, standing in the small Mountain, streamer still Yang. Surprisingly, the enthusiasm of local residents, where the door where the door had seeds in the plugs out of peanut candy, inviting the guests to the house. Accident. A very honest place.
Station River Heart rock daze, watching the water, flow to go. Sa suspension bridge with a woman's head shouting, followed by our last play. Smiled, said thank you out loud. Acoustic rumble. Urgent.
Running the bridge. Back and forth.
Bumps back to the city.
报平安.
Author: aiji
