We rested a night in Lhasa, after a long day they assembled to China and Switzerland is known as the Tibetan areas south of the reputation of the Nyingchi.
To leave Lhasa, we began a long road trip, in the flat road, we in turn ran a big day, and in the way, we will have to climb over 5020 meters above sea level of the Mila Mountain, this should be in this trip one of the highest elevation of the bar, think, when the Spring Festival, went to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in Yunnan Province, as if the Peak Bar, but more than 5000 meters above sea level, but it was a top of the hill has never been conquered. Her husband asked me if I need to prepare a can of oxygen, I decided to try not prepared, because this is the fifth day came to Tibet, and as if in Lhasa and Shigatse are no longer felt particularly unhappy. Left Lhasa, the San Swan Hotel, we bought a very big yak skulls, and the local people to help send care canteen Shanghai.
Speeding car all the way left Lhasa and gradually fewer and fewer vehicles on the road ... ... the car left and right, everywhere is lush green hills of Lhasa River, the water also seems to be far more clear than many of the Brahmaputra. At this point you look around, everywhere the green, fresh and dripping like, this scene was the same way to Shigatse is simply too much difference, it is entirely two different world, I have a feeling, as if from Lhasa proceed to Shigatse, and the way to the Nyingchi, it seems to be to the two different boundaries!
"First you've seemed to rain!" Big brother, pointing the car in front of the driver distance, let us know. The front distance, in the endlessly rising peaks between the kind of fresh green has become a dark green, more distant col years, seems to have is black. Indeed is the mountain has four seasons, ten-mile different from God! Suddenly, I want to burst into the distance that the rain, perhaps this piece of land for coastal cities come from me, too dry, maybe a few consecutive days the midday heat burning my skin, the relationship between the Bar Anyway, I suddenly wanted to be able to immediately enter the Napian rain. But to see if at hand, but our efforts in this way has always seemed exceedingly to not, as if we are working with the rain or cloud Napian engaged in the same race.
This road is also a landscape - clouds. Here clouds and clouds in Lhasa and Shigatse are too different from his. Cuise dripping in the mountains, the blue color of the sky in the background, these clouds have a leisurely float in the mountains is often only see the foot of the Peak, while the mountainside been a variety of different forms of clouds blocking the line of sight, as if we are not OK-chi on the road, but standing on the top of the mountain Huangshan general. Looked at the car window attractive scenery, listening to the car to play the Tibetan folk song: "There is a beautiful place, people regarded her longing. Where the evergreen, where the fine spring. There would be no pain, there would be no sorrow. She is a name called Shambhala legend is a fairy place to live. "really ah, perhaps in the rolling hills, in the clouds, perhaps Shen Xianju really live, when I want to say where the apartment is really god's hometown. Live in Yunliwuli immortals who madding crowd ... ...
Author: maggiezw
