Yunnan-Tibet line and the Mid-Autumn Festival
This is totally unrelated things, never thought to link them together, but last year's Mid-Autumn Festival was indeed spent in the Yunnan-Tibet line.
Of July 2001, I am alone carrying a huge bag of belongings, that part of the journey began, all the way westbound, from Guizhou and Yunnan to Tibet through. Drifting more than two months, close to National Day, I decided to return from Lhasa along the Yunnan-Tibet line.
I know that the Yunnan-Tibet line is very difficult to go very dangerous, to Lhasa, I was walking this road, from Deqin to Lhasa more than 1.4 thousand kilometers, bumpy ride day and night for eight days to go. More than 1000 kilometers of winding gravel dirt road, landslides can be seen everywhere. Landslides and mudslides, roads, traffic jam, on foot, day and night at double speed, and sometimes very difficult to imagine in retrospect walked trip on. Chose to go a little farther back to Yunnan-Tibet line, the scenery along the way it is fascinating to me too much of.
Goodbye to good friends, bid farewell to Lhasa, this beautiful and sacred land, facing the plateau gorgeous dawn vehicle slowly forward. The Lhasa River with sentimental about quietly flowing, it seems that for me off. I look back waved her hand, heart meditation with: Good-bye, Lhasa! Looking at the wave of the Potala Palace, I know that I set foot on the road, the road ahead was calling me, calling me Niyang beautiful, majestic Namjagbarwa calling me, and gorgeous multi-do as one pleases The Ran Wuhu calling me, the mysterious Meili Snow Mountain, calling me, ancient city of Lijiang in calling me ......
Facts have proved that my choice is right, although seen the same scenery, but still I exclaimed, whom stopped, although the time is almost over tangmai natural barrier, I perish.
Tangmai Vertical Limit is a piece built on a cliff on the long winding mountain dirt road 14 kilometers, is the most dangerous sections of Yunnan-Tibet line, dozens of kilometers near the landslide-prone areas more. If witnessed, really can not imagine how the way it is. My take is that the road met a friend and rented a丰田越野车, the driver is a bold Tibetan people, are what we call the mad rush at the cliffs of the Tibetan drivers actually be able to in such sections to thirty or forty kilometers per hour the speed of mad rush. Finally the most dangerous place to pass out of wheat is only two meters wide road, hanging in the front car outside the crumbling cliff, cliffs here are the rolling waves of the Yigong zangbo River. When we were still badly shaken carefully climbing out the back door from the car, each person scared into a cold sweat. A car, eight lives and nearly lost their lives in the body tangmai that point.
And ate nothing but go along with to the time of great change in scenery has long been. Leaves the mountains through the night air-conditioning a kill into a variety of colors, red yellow, jagged, deep with a shallow, it is gorgeous. Row of trees to make dye, giving people the lament extreme.
Winter in Tibet seems to be very early, in September at the end, went so far as Piaoqi snow. This one is difficult to imagine in terms of southerners. Sitting in the car to see out the window snow flies, the vast one and tells the people to give birth to another round of humor.
Lu Lang's scenery is a big gain (to the night time because it is not seen), with Switzerland, also known as Lu Lang village is almost a hidden paradise. In the case of ignorance, car crossed a hill, the whole beautiful Lulang fall into the eyes of golden barley fields, dense forests, gurgling streams, villa-like wooden houses, vast pastures, horse Mercedes-Benz , flocks of cattle and sheep, people whom extremely surprised and stopped.
Changed several times after the vehicle, we are fortunate to catch one in the Banda bound for Lijiang, trucks and other vehicles is no longer hailed from the pain again. Truck all the way to take us to climb over mountains and little hills wide gully ravine and accompany us with the degree of wind, frost, rain and scorching sun.
Mid-Autumn Festival on half of the half in the car in the hotel shared. On the plateau exceptionally bright and the moon shrouded slightest cloud background was especially nice. Branded in the eyes, deeply moved by the heart of the nostalgia that point I burn. In this way, the monthly Mid-Autumn Festival has been accompanied by cars go around with me all the way east.
Eleven o'clock at night and more, we have come to a small area Zogang hotel. I dug out from the dry food bag, two cakes, it would be evenly divided into 10. 10 individuals, 10 cakes, 10 bottles of beer, each chewing period of homesickness.
Mid-Yunnan-Tibet line, from the branding in the bottom of my heart.
Author: duzhikai
