Next morning woke up, looked out the window, is a playground Nyingchi garrison. Different from all the scenes with the mainland mountains, between the mostly mainland Chinese, South-cavity north, five parties and domestic, indigenous people alone not see wearing robes. 81 known as the small town of Canton, and the streets are filled with colored hotels, hostels, and lit the lamp ambiguous pink shampoo houses, hair salons, looking at the past with younger students, single men laugh, eyes shining with hope of light. After all, only a small Guangdong, after 81 at night is still much more than the vast majority of the mainland town dark, only the town of mouth power plants Zhuiman Linzhi the wall of the lamp at night 10000 Qi, like the sun shining like a release of light, baffling but breathtaking intake. Genuinely people experienced the power of infinity of the notes.
Departure, and the way it happen, the left is a mountain, right side is the river, we are driving on a flat car on the highway. Occasionally there will be 32 cows leisurely walk, but it is a common cattle in the Mainland. In an intersection, vehicles were stopped. One wearing a long coat with other officers with pistols 2 Chuanduan uniformed soldiers came back rifles checked our ID cards, and then "long clothes Gang" politely asked us to turn around to go back, because we passed the first , and giant Berlin, rather than behind the front. U-turn back shortly after a fork in the road appeared in front of the roadside on end a less prominent brand name, a letter to "Nyingchi giant cypress welcomes you."
Tibet, what are big, cypress is no exception. The whole hillside full of crowded in upon the huge crown, the largest of which is said to an old 2500 years old, 50 meters in height, known as the world. I very much doubt of this title, but admitted privately, if not one of the best tree trees, it should be able to rank the top three. We, like most travelers, like the tree together Qubao body, confirmed that indeed hold until after the arrival, however, would be satisfied to stand in a row, took a "tour this a" photo.
Afternoon, the bus driver who bead set us to his home, driving away all year round, rarely have the opportunity to come back to visit his home to his mother. We helped him move the apple off the Palestinian beads elderly mother smiles to invite us into the room Quzuo, the narrow entrance been a huge Tibetan mastiff stature blocked a JANSEN. It looked at the thin chain around his neck Shuanzhao, heart hesitate to step forward to not moving. Overcome a great fear, and we slowly moved Tie Zhaoqiang roots into the back room, it would only uphold the roar of terror big dogs never stopped.
Pakistan beads one wall pictures of his five brothers and their kids laugh at us. Pakistan Pearl's mother, holding her grandson did not know what to give what we do butter tea. Bosom of the child Yuemo a half years old prosperous years, the city has a rare clear eyes and healthy skin. Everyone saw him could not help but Nieyi Nie his little nose and round face. Opening their eyes, he looked at us puzzled, do not understand the present to why this group of adults in the end! Porting bowl a Yin Jin, has not yet had time Daosheng "sudden and his", in turn was to fill. Nyalam frowning look for help bus beads, beads bus is self-care tea, but also not forget to smile, to persuade: "Drink ah! You're welcome."
Get out the door, Tai Huoer collectively raise their cameras, facing Nazhi Yifu when the dog off of the huge burst of indiscriminate shooting. Glittering under the Road quiet it down, maybe it is being the lens groove of the soul to go.
Pakistan beads Dazi home in a small village away from Lhasa, there is only one hour's drive. Back to Lhasa, the sun is still swinging at the top of the head. 8 Gallery to learn the bathroom and I played a Qianban Ye haughty disregard of others to roar Shaanxi Opera, alerted the monks who came to lodging. Oldest in the room and Pakistan beads checkout, and then bid farewell to each other to the treasure away.
The short trip a few days, and sometimes people can escape from bearing in mind the lifetime. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Fallen leaves of the season, was blowing and cold, as well as you; lonely days of confrontation with my own, as well as you; cold rainy night where, like someone crying, as well as you; a broad mind, there is the former memory, and you
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