In July 2001, but also the summer season, diverted to switch to meet resistance has changed. A horizontal heart tickets backpack, alone boarded a train to Sichuan.
After the car one night, the next morning Dirong. A totally strange city, showing the corner. Sudden protracted way of apprehension and loneliness aside, an inexplicable excitement Cuanshang heart. Jiuzhaigou off first find a coach station, the original is not in one place, be subject to ride to North Station (Kee Yan unknown). So look for shops to eat rice has not been as Douhua imagined taste.
Bus + Coach Station asked to find as early as 16 o'clock start, plenty of time matter to. Backpack wandering the roads, procurement of food beverages, Internet. Great bag lay in the back, should the city landscape, but passers-by and not much attention, presumably Sichuan is a must-visit donkey, used to bar.
And the first car and found a completely connected to each of the narrow shop, a dress lying on both sides of the respective Tibetan and Han Chinese men in the middle of my shop, this night was very tormented, almost Yiyewumian.
Around 4 am and arrived at Jiuzhaigou Scenic Area, it is too early, the door closed. Fortunately, found a pair of lovers keep company. So sitting in the door, a few stars, such as dawn.
Early morning breeze is very fresh, the three of us together on a walk in the Hill Road. Suddenly came back of the head, "Dodo ... .." of the cars, looking back, found a small surface. Natural surface in front of us stopped in front of a middle-aged Tibetan man stuck his head, but his face is quite honest 'accommodation? "How much" "30 yuan a night," We are overjoyed, 30 yuan is not that expensive, has been rumored Jiuzhaigou accommodation within the very expensive. We hastily threw the bag on the cars, Zuoshang Ju. The way Dodo themselves up.
Hotels in the tree is Walled for the local Tibetans their own home renovation. I am a lone female, and so they alone accounted for a double standard room, which has exclusive use toilet and bathing facilities. (Owner only cost 30 million) apprenticeship victory, Xing Shen Xi very.
Threw down the burden of traveling, it is easy. Wander in Jiuzhaigou dizzying Haizi, the only surprise is still human.
Sea Ranch water or of, or multicolored, or a Wang pools, or clearly visible. Water's edge, or a dark green jungle, extending a long arm, shaking Yi, Huang occasionally from a string of pearls, in the July sun in the flash. Graceful ease, or shallow grass, blue flowers spread upward, in which, like the night sky of stars.
The next morning, strolling in the tree is Village, Village after the slope has a lama temples, climb the stairs, sitting in front of a middle-aged monks. Asked whether the star meets shrine. Lama is quite good, nod promised. Slippers Rudian, secretly indoor, full wall of colorful sketch, a solemnity.
Buddhist temple at the back is the lama's living room, it was a big circular room, and some like a tent. Nomadic nation always be remembered with the grasslands. The room is the bedroom, but also the living room, another is the kitchen. The room side of the circle of benches, around a long Aiji. A slightly larger boy, as well as a little girl next to the play, there is a middle-aged Tibetan woman busily working in the hearth.
See me come in, she summoned me to sit down and poured a cup of butter tea for me. First bowl put some powder, hot stove and then poured into the Camellia oleifera. A woman handed me a chopstick, I stir the tea, a surge of the exciting moment incense rushing toward us, mixed with fried noodles and walnut taste. I've also tasted butter tea, salty with a tea flavor. But this is more mellow, less showtime butter's fishy. Should be modified for our taste-off bar.
Boys do their homework and look quite serious. Girl giving her a pigtail toward the day, the 34-year-old look. Are quite interesting way turned over a book. So I teased her later, she pointed to books, to me Let's talk about the story.
Chitchat we know that they are all monks children, a girl named Lydia. The woman is the lama's wife. So know that some lamas can be married to.
I want to catch the noon to Songpan car, so I go to, but still early, walk out. So I said I was leaving. I walked out the door, Lydia, follow them, I walked down the stairs, Lydia, with staggered to the stairs. She exclaimed 'aunt ... ....'.
I'm just casually walk to see, and I did not bring the camera, I do not play with any food. That moment I really regret how I did not bring anything. Lydia has been called. I waved back to her, and she wants to down by her father Hezhu of lamas, but she is still called. But I have to go.
I was sitting on the roadside, and so on to the Songpan car, I painted a picture of a small painting, vaguely look like Lydia, yes, but it should not be elephants. I really can not draw hands, Lydia, not in the front. But I would like to remember the tree is inside a man named Lydia, Village of lamin sum of the little girl. Just hope that in the future or Zaiqu see, and she is naturally not remember me. But I remember her 34-year-old Mo Yang.
Author: DANCINGLEAF
