Saffron ** ** Plateau
Brahmaputra one side of the rapids, one side is a loose rocks on steep slopes, off-road car, people are all asleep, except me and the driver Tashi. That was in July 1998, my first trip to Tibet. More than 20 days through the years from Kashi Ali, Tashi is already very tired. For the safety of a car person, sitting in front passenger seat, I had to have been non-stop chatting with him on desolate stretch being restrained with their sleep. Suddenly, a hare from the Riverside emergency jump on the road, then jumped onto the slopes, suddenly shocked after they saw the flowers blooming everywhere.
A heap full of rocks red and gold flowers, white wine glass size, not the leaves, they then freely emerge directly from the gravel in, like the mushrooms after the rain the grass as unexpected, but extremely bright. Tashi gave me one, "saffron," he said. Really is not it? Had heard of this flower and its expensive pistil. Just did not expect this piece as the moon-like silence of the land to see, but so delicate. To spend more and more continuous along the road. Finally could not resist, let Tashi stopped the car, I got taken by one, breaking scape soon as it was when the ring, let me shiver a bit, a little regret their move. Gently touching the baby's skin as delicate as the petals, a Yixiang diffuse gradually opened, the clouds or fog, wrapped the body to live. Fall asleep before the final impression is fast flashing red block of gold.
Woke up and found parked in a small village surrounded by a group of Tibetan children semicircle, attentively and admired my sleeping position, see companion cup of tea to come back agents just quickly disappeared. Death of peers laugh I slept, how is called also called the unconscious. Speaking just seen the spectacle, who do not believe, say sleep confused, take dreams seriously. Looking for Tashi to testify, he just smiled in silence. I remember before going to sleep will take place under the windscreen, but that place is now only a brown thing, barely, as the shape of flowers, fingertips touched, they crumbled into innumerable thin, such as oneself ... ....
Plateau came back, read a lot about Tibet travels, but also asked a lot of people went to the plateau, no one knows the plot of the Brahmaputra side of saffron. That is its own again after four years on the plateau, landscape is quite different, in the vast snow can not find a trace of green, a fortiori other. But I still firmly believe that the existence of a flower, life is not necessary to prove a lot of scenery, as life itself does not require proof. I am glad that I did not miss!
Author: quail
