Xu returned to Shanghai today is the fifth day, from the office to the station on the road, occasionally looked up and saw a gray sky of that one star, I suddenly felt Rigby Island, that the stars of the night sky like a dream does not become true.
Have always believed that to come back only for the next one to leave a starting point, but of which process is tedious and is suffering every day but do not like doing the work to be done, so that the work has no time or energy out of the way hint of a smile. But he switched to a thought, if not in urban life in Zheke tired soul, what will happen to understand the road was quiet and peaceful exile do?
Then wait for the next departure time, the only thing to do over and over in their hearts have been passing through the beautiful aftertaste, so they got off was completed in one year of these words.
(A) side of the lake
The idea came to the lake by accident. Lijiang洋人街lunch when I do not know how a table with the guests next door to chat with, the time between people in Lijiang become very easy to close, anyway we are all travelers relationship. He come from Shenzhen, visited Inagi, climb Siguniangshan (should be a big girl peak bar). Suddenly, he was not wearing hiking shoes, the tall stature in our eyes have become stalwart brother up. I and K Zhengchou forward to not be able to spend the rest of Lijiang, a noisy time, so we decided to accept his proposal to Lugu Lake. The elder brother was behind us exhort Road: Be sure to go to Rigby, do not stop at large fell into the water.
The next morning, we boarded Ninglang from Lijiang to the CMB. We take the new road on the way to go through a bridge on the Jinsha River. Walking on the bridge, next to a Taiwanese tourists, holding the camera extremely rich in narration said: "We are now off the bridge because the weight limit, we must, and empty respectively, through, and then again on the side of the bridge a car. "Although he was right, but I, and K or for the performance of his wish to help laughing. Bridge 2 are used to sell fruit and the "singing" in place, after all took the opportunity to supplement supplies and relaxation areas.
Not long afterwards, the costume from the passers-by know that we are gradually entering the Yi neighborhoods. Yi is also known as the Eagle's back people, like them and the Qiang people like to live in high places. If you see a hillside or hilltop in the vicinity of the plume of white smoke, you had better carefully to identify it is surrounded by clouds, or the Yi people's smoke. Yi is also walking on the road more, they appear with a black wide-brimmed hats, the women dressed in black with black skirt, dress is covered with dust. Them, or earnest, or indifferent, looking at passing vehicles, and then continue to blowing dust, or carrying a basket to catch a cattle forward.
October is out of the rainy season, the road is smooth, at noon has come to Ninglang Xian city. County is small, but functional, the bank, post office, Xinhua bookstores, hotels are full of a street (but did not find ATM), we entered a newly opened hotel (like Post and Telecommunications Hotel, perhaps the name of it wrong) to eat lunch. Three dollars a bowl of plain noodles worth mentioning, it is worth mentioning that the waitress was a lovely beautiful Moso tribe MM (but not the lake shore of that one), dressed in his sister dressed in national costumes short to long-sister, smile-phase welcome. I do not know the next Zaiqu, MM's is still still smiling?
We buy is from Lijiang to Lugu Lake joint ticket, although the need to Ninglang transfer but do not require additional pay. After dinner blatantly come out and found that is responsible for seeing us to the destination of the car replaced with a van, the driver surnamed Pan, is a Han Chinese woman, face, sun tan Plateau have been black and red. The car also made a Japanese, early twenties, holding this LP with the stutter in English in the back seat asking a doctor how to Panzhihua in Guangdong. In my opinion, this was short of the volume of Japanese boys hair suddenly changes into a monument to the Nanjing Nazuo gray, so despite the difficulties of communication between them, only sat out the side coldly. From the Ninglang to Lugu Lake, about three hours, during which need to turn the three big mountains. Drivers side with people laughing loudly on the one hand to drive too fast. Constantly turning the car along the winding mountain road circling the mountain, and then circled the downhill. We secretly tight grip of the handrails, secretly in the hearts of a few forward: a bend, two bends, three bends ... the window is the plateau in the afternoon sun, shining in burning hot to shining.
In the circle on the third peak, the gap suddenly from the branches to see the blue side of the lake, suddenly lost his ability to express just kept patting K's arm, cried: "Lake, Lake." Truck stop The viewing platform at the mountainside, this moment, I feel all the waiting and bumps along the way are worth it. Under the pine trees in the hillside between the pavilion, I am a man quietly stood, overlooking the calm lake surface, as if to melt in the sun and the breeze. If it is not personally see it, I would rather believe that my face is a painting of the blue lake is well-deployed out of the palette. But it is not, God is so amazing, he created this side of the lake blue and put it hidden deep in the mountains, only mountains before it can be seen. Chi Yu ringing in my ears as if singing "side of the lake":
Some people say that
Mountains on the lake is the trickle of a tear in the Earth's surface so that the
River of tears is my pillow hanging on your side of the heart was parked in a large lake drowning, and we keep in mind the teachings of Shenzhen brother, grabs his bag firmly to the island where the starting grid, ten kilometers down the road, almost two hours of it, should be able to come out before dark. In this wonderland of the venue for King, we unconsciously leave highway, toward floodplain. We are full of quietly standing flood the size of the stone, the heart filled with beautiful and moving on. Looking back to go in the woods a little Shanwa evolved in the autumn in a shallow layers deep colors: green, yellow, red ... I do not know how long before, K 1 Zhuaiqi me: "Come on quick, the sun To down the. "waves to the mountain tops, tight, and back where Yang has become very dim light, but we can not even Rigby not know in what direction. Rush into, but also onto the highway, one hand still secretly yearn to read back a flood is taking the most urgent needs will always be the most beautiful scenery. Hurry, not even a photograph are not left behind, making today's nostalgia and the feeling seems to have become vague and up. So today only remember that it was beautiful and amazing piece of flood, but how the United States, but can not really explain why they are. Perhaps, just like love, like the situation to the concentration at even love can not tell each other everything. Finally came the face of a passerby, who thereupon elected to ask Lu K. The passing of the Yi people are very warm, he told us Rigby is inserted into the lake of the peninsula, may be visible around the hillside. He was pointing towards the direction of, and we trot along a bit scary in a quiet road. It ran out of tens of meters, the villagers who greeted us loudly and he stopped to help us in a passing car. Many thanks to got on, I and K titter endless, really naturally straight truck to a bridge, the ancient saying is the truth. Only later did I know, 17 o'clock, after crossing Ninglang to Yongning cars seldom, and if you want to ride, or should Rigby early to tell who let them to pick what. We really are无知者无畏it.
Has finally come to Rigby, only a dozen families on the peninsula. Tashi paddled boat brings us to the destination, his home between the new building are inter-lake room, because it is inside the peninsula, the lake Phuntsok Dolma at home than see broad vision, but more recently from the lake. We selected the most by the stairs of that double rooms, is said to be able to pull curtains to watch the sunrise. Tashi with rice wine and tea to entertain us and told us of his experience, perhaps because the guests have already talked too many times, I faintly hear them reciting tone.
After dinner, as usual, is a bonfire party, ten-dollar per person. Rigby's business climate is quite strong, not to participate if they return repeatedly to persuade them, during which there will be a Bobo girls Aunt come to persuade you to wear their national costumes pictures. Opening of travel, the Moso people's lives have improved, but at the same time they are simple way of life and national customs are also influenced by foreign cultures and the impact of economic forces. The loss of cultural heritage has always been a non-reversible process, and once lost will no longer be brought back. This may be worth sad thing.
Finally, the bonfire go out, visitors and the villagers scattered, standing lake, only hear the water slapping the shore, blowing waves, there is the rustling of the breeze blowing over the willow. I and K sat parked in the shore boat, the body swaying gently with the waves, as if back the clock back to the days lying in the cradle. Looking up the night sky, the stars twinkle, as if the same could be reached for take off. Looking to the distance, sparkling lake, the silver seems to crumble to bits floating down the same as above, there are little lights on the fishing boats. At that moment, awareness has become very blurred, I do not know where you are, I do not know what year Jinxi is. I and K are not speak, quietly listening to waves, wind still far from a dog barking. Yeliangrushui, I wonder how long before we walked back to the bright lights Grill, eating baked potato chips, grilled fish, drinking beer, and a group of strangers chatted days, it seems there is a feeling of returning from the reality.
Stepping on the moon back to the room, opened the curtains, moonlight and starlight Seiki speckled throughout the room, looking at such a low-Star, has always felt very close to standing from the days where people can immediately, and the sky, said children speak. I am reminded of the most loving of my uncle, he was away from me, and now he okay, he is not turned into a one star low on looked at me then. On Transit, gradually looked on Ocean Waves sleep.
Woke up the next morning, 7 o'clock, it was Tashi said sunrise time. Standing on the second floor corridor, looking at the lake before dawn. The sky filled with clouds of thick, white, gray ... lake Yang Zhao ripples across the island at twilight, the sky is the backdrop of the silhouette can be seen, the island's hilltop Yi Keke outline of the tree was dawn outline was clearly made, bent over to close the net on a fishing boat who is also looming. A new day has already begun. Suddenly remembered long ago was a scene that read two poems:
In order to see a rising sun,
Will be trembling in the dark heart for a long time, after all that we missed the sunrise, the sun hid behind heavy clouds, but the gap through the clouds to Xiaguang lavished on the distant mountains. Climbed the hill behind the house, the sky is more bright. Back facing the lake, I and K pictures of each other and pray for their loved ones facing the Mani Dui silent peace and health. At this point, the sun is never far away a sudden gap in the projected out of the clouds, was the sun shine in this piece of local things be true, there is no place to shine is still only see the outline of such a strong contrast of the beam The trajectory clearly visible. That moment felt very warm, as if this beam exposure to the sun into my heart the same door, no longer feel the plateau early morning chill.
After breakfast, the clouds gradually spread, blue sky dew out of the remaining Jiduo clouds low on the mountainside or a cover wrapped Peak. Sun, shining down, the shadows of clouds remained on the slopes. Because of the time relationship, we can only swim closer shima. Mosuo people are communist society, people rowing brigade assigned by rotation and labor income, according to the head by a team with an average hair, so they are uniform price. However, it was also said to bargaining, it is mind without telling us who buoyant labor without payment of public people. Ship has not come yet, I and K sat in the corridor of the bench, listening to the waves, basking in the sun, facing the breeze, I really hope that the time to leave it at this moment is no longer mobile. Really would like to own from the river is only weeping willow tree, sitting watching clouds, the lying to listen to Ocean Waves.
The boat finally left the shore, looking back, home, new homes Tashi old house stood side by side, becoming smaller and smaller. Lying around in the inside of the cell opposite the island, the lake side is the endless in the mountains of Sichuan. The sky more clear, from the previous gray-green water into a transparent green, 10 meters of the lake clear bottomed, deep-green grass in the bottom winding swing, as if suddenly the wind blowing through the minds of the softest place, will never be able to forget there was such a day, have seen such a beautiful lake, as if heaven had come from the vicinity. Jiang Sheng, the water wave a circle Yang Kai go, shaking broken blue sky at the lake there is the reflection of Castle Peak, and now our mind a blank, do not remember who he is and I do not know why come here, do not care go back All the troubles and frustration, we now have is the sun, breeze and the side of the lake, they have been waiting for your arrival, and so on for a long time. After a long time to read a sentence that is when the state of mind, "Travel is to forget yourself."
To help us in this labor of rowing is the Mosuo two young men and women, there is an old man. They did not accompany the guests to chat while they are rowing, while self-serving to talk about laughing loudly. Watched their faces black and red on a carefree smile, really envy. For reasons of education and work, we have been life-changing environment, it is difficult, as they did, and a group of old friends along the way are not reported separately. Suddenly remembered a childhood friend to help small and now all over the country no Otonobu, even if it is met, but also have nothing to say an unfamiliar bar. The immediate reason why they are happy because they have a simple life. Our lives is because there are too many desires, but which one do not want to give up, it would come more trouble and pain. Simple life simple pleasure, but also means giving up comfortable and stable living environment, which means traffic inconvenience and information isolation, this is all want to have simple pleasures we can afford to do?
Although there are in every possible way, and sticking to accept defeat, we set foot on the way home is to more than 1000 yuan a discounted ticket, but also to the call of civilized life. Dealers in the mountain, we reluctantly looked back again and again the gap in the trees, passing the Nama blue lake, the ear is a tape recorder in the car singing over and over Tsai's. . . Has never let me have such a memorable trip a year ago, many of the details of Rigby Island, I never forget, but Rigby Island, this day I have much impact on the night, when I do not know. Is almost Nearly a year later, I was in Shanghai, K in Beijing, over the phone, K suddenly asked, do you still remember that night Rigby Island do? How could I forget, a sky full of the stars, sparkling lake, wind blowing through the willow in the breeze, little fishing boat lights, as well as sleeping village. I'll never can not forget that in the later life of a setback in almost discouraged to give up all the time, Rigby Island night flash in my mind. Is not life better? We once had such a night, inner extremely quiet, quiet to hear the voice of the breeze, surrounded by close friends there to share this moment. With this moment, life's many disappointments should all be patient and go on. Once again I have the patience to persevere and to be alive, the occasional illness, work uninteresting, interpersonal complexity, as well as life in all likelihood many of the disappointments.
Life seems to always be in the stop-go alternation between the scenery is good, you stop to admire; tired, you stop to rest; full of trauma, you stop to heal alone. However, there is always a voice urging you Sheung. Although you still very tired, even though you are so emotionally attached to a place to stop, you have to back on the road, this may be our responsibility and mission. However, my friends, our aim may never end, but we were crying laughing off the road. So, on the road, we stopped off in a timely manner, listen to their inner voice, pay attention too fleeting rush and enjoy the beautiful scenery, maybe these are the things most important thing in life.
Author: Chumei
