I will always remember this place Mozhugongka as burial. People are so fragile, life is so easily fade away. As the arrival of life, accompanied by loud cries, walking Shique is so silent, transient dies.
Way line on both sides is full of mountains, the mountains are clear Niyang. Seems to come in northwest Sichuan Aba and Ganzi. A typical two folders a mountain river. There are a huge Haizi. Scene here is so familiar, like a year ago, the Minjiang River and Diexi Lake. But here is a mountain temple and Songpan County, 8 Temple was so different. I am confused whether what is true is false!
September 16, 2000, the first body Sichuan Tibetan areas, everywhere are both shrouded mountains, endless days of cloud falls, and the Prix full of hairy yak, excitement just want to cry.
A year later, in the vast land of Tibet, speeding, dust, the memories vivid.
Night, in order to find shelter, we spent a lot of effort and time. Finally a seemingly organs and units of the hostel to settle down. Altimeter Explorer no longer exist, the level of bargaining substantially decline, by virtue of her boss tried to rhetoric for the bus Chu earned a free beds, but only wasted Bale.
Have moved into the luggage room, took a bath towels, slippers downstairs. As usual, the bathroom is a one of a small compartment, there are some plastic basin. Turned on the tap dash a while, just to go to body soap, only heard Qianban Ye soon as Guaijiao, mournful incomparable. Opened the door to probe too far, was originally Qian Banye side of the wall hung a raincoat, a quick one saw, but also thought it was a man hanging in the air.
Qian Banye and I want to change parts of life and death, which of course is impossible. Ever since he had to put on clothes, begged for him to see the girls bathroom door, the woman badly shaken up in a bathroom.
That night, we all some nervousness, and sleep with the table stand up when the door is still on the table put the thermos flask filled with boiling water. Turn off the lights when I work out hunting knife stuffed in the pillow below. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chao cramps go, sunset sunrise, the Yellow River has also become a strange water; picturesque river, time goes by, Qin Yue-Ming Han Guan. Beautiful scenery, ancient remains, the ancestors carved bamboo on the youth; turn around and suddenly tears into the Acacia, and thought a broken-winged promise.
Author: sean741031
