That when the male when the days become gloomy shade of ink, rolling clouds overhead. 34 points of the town streets dazed, was wind melodies of litter, fly vest pocket wanton, crashed into a pedestrian. Within a short while, snowflakes sprinkled down. Hit your face some cold, some pain. Slow down the only street cars glide, no visitors, no books, said the Beijing Jeep. Some girls tears, depression, whether the first Lhasa tomorrow and then chartered to.
I did not speak, self-serving to bag unloaded from the pickup to. Started in a nearby shop inquiries. Slowly, Jeep from the corner to take out. Remains some counter-offer, finally selected a dark robust Tibetan guy's car. Pickup driver was watching us got on it to go, there is no formal farewell, there is nothing 'approached me after the' empty pledge, he rode a time when we have to move things quietly drove off.
Now can not remember his appearance, walking on the road shoulder will not be grazed phase identification. We are thus face to face punched in the Qinghai-Tibet road, stay in my mind, only that he has always grasping the back of the steering wheel, as well as his favorite song, played repeatedly in the long road. I also let him remember what, that poor yellow scripts?
We who live under the Jeep began to hum a happy, grasslands began to run down the foot. Do not see a way out of the traces of the car as the bull-like dash to bow their heads from time to time scared out of some mole, from upper body upright and looked frightened. Opened a moment later, the dark clouds overhead, the roar was Jeep disperse, the sun has returned to the plateau.
After a simple charging station Jeep in the bumpy mountain road from the bull into a snail, often sideways and the road into a 45-degree angle of the bypass road in the big rock. From time to time but also to stop changing the water. Both sides of the lack of good scenery can be presented, increasingly so long to wait for change.
However, smart people know that, after a long wait there is always exciting waiting for you. When the snails climbed on to the top at last, after flashing in the distance that measures the wood dazzling light, watching our arrival. Top of the hill is a feather under the snow, cold wind blowing in the sun's rays are far behind. But the distant measures of that wood in the sun, enthusiastic waving a warm light, call us.
When you know what is waiting, waiting will become more lengthy. We use language beat the Jeep, it more struggling to run down to the lakeside. Even if the slippery road covered with snow, downhill it still became a bull resumed. We have a vast basin, the assault, and finally into the arms of the sun. There is no wind, no snow, mountains, grasslands seem to shop in the soft blanket of green cradle, was Cecil accounts covered by clouds made of sand, people can not help but like a baby, Huh Yi Ya呀hair more meaningless syllable to express their happiness.
Side of the road chasing the footsteps of spring come to steppe pastoralists, housekeeping puppy to us tits, fast whelp sheep mother looked to us. Spring came, secretly, but in the thin grass shoots on the ice cracked Xiaofeng, leaving her shallow footprints. We like to see the door hidden in the green Yijiao junior partner, like to pretend do not know, but in their hearts music bloom.
We camp in the peninsula before the car up and down the plains. There were several brands of Jeep parked in Lhasa, it is estimated there are more than a dozen tourists on the island bar. Went to the lake I can not wait until the girls into a small dark shadow point, I did slow down.
What a wonderful lonely ah, her pebbles on the jump in the lake suddenly, suddenly, after the former. She is my Queen, and she let me Fu Dao Wood measures in that side, so I fell down, feeling my ribs rock Ge Zhao, watching the lake on the icicle in the colorful sunset. She ordered me to keep up with the pace of the sunset, so I dragged a long shadow flew to the direction of the sun fall. She accompanied me watching the sunset the last dance, straight look at her shy Hongxia swell the whole sky would be buried face of the ups and downs of the mountain bend. She flap the wings of light, with my thoughts flying above the lake, along the golden sunset afterglow paved road glide. She was referring to me the hill behind the corner quietly hung the moon, tell it would be my lover at night would be in the dark with my dancers. My sweet lonely, lonely I do not want to share, in the white snow-capped mountains towering ago, in the lake of ice and snow are not, in the unparalleled magnificent before, silent and dancing with my soul.
Back to the camp when the girls ignored me, there is no waiting for me, early to sleep after eating a meal. However, girls, what is to us. Is it because the first thing that dirty Guanzi Li do? No, of course not. Only because of all the causes of fear. Our life, because of fear and hasty youth wasted love, because of fear of darkness long and random sex, betrayal and loss because of fear each other get married, because of fear of death and non-stop breeding. In short, life and similar every time because of fear of intimate contact. We are a slap in Xining, and, do not they just because of the fear of a long journey do? Today, we came to only 100 km away from Lhasa, and that wooden measures, all the imagined danger have been abandoned, after what make us so different people so close to it?
The I woke up early the sun still in the back of the dressing mountain, a touch of rouge-opening, and dyed the mountain lines. I thin the middle shallows along the lake to go to the lake. They woke up early to geese, and pairs of the lake in the mist curl on the fly, it would still bleary-eyed ducks are in the of ice floating on the surface of the lake, was alerted to my feet, a little lazy in the distance moving. Sunshine in turn will illuminate the high and low peaks, eventually according to warm my body. I was sitting on a rock, listening to the sound of ice breaking, write some notes, and then bid farewell to loneliness, and around, ready to go back to the crowd.
Appendix: chartered 500, stay 20 / person, eating 20 / person
Author: xiangdaipian
