Chong Gusi tents to see when exactly sunset hours. Distant Xianuoduoji whole body dressed in white robes, like a start of the Kun-Ju Chi-peng, deeply spine prominent, as if being instigated a full-power wings and fly. The golden sunshine, even more imposing and vigorous figure God, such as the soul like magic. North Xiannai Ri, as and raw three mushrooms, to straighten the rounded snow-covered body, slim and graceful. Green Day Song Gongbu Gonggar Aden is located in the core area of nature reserves, in Tibetan means "the snow does not protect the law of the three holy mountains sacred" by Zhi-Dingli and the composition of the three peaks. The eighth century AD, Guru Padmasambhava, spreading to three peaks, and to presume the main Buddhism 3: Guanyin (Xiannai Ri), Manjusri (Yang Maiyong), and King Kong hand (Xianuoduoji) named after blessing the name of Buddha 3 presume the main snow-capped mountains. Buddhist holy sites in the world 24 ranked 11th place.
Chonggu Si can see two of the peaks. Cattle up to the network fabric, you can overlooking the sword as if Yibing Yang Maiyong Rhadinosa a long day, magnificent. Here is the summer pastures of Aden, is said to lush scenery, only a pity that only low ash late autumn red bush shivering in the wind. I was also shaking, wind knives, cold like sword, huddle of expression is no pride in this 16 o'clock in the evening, the sky seems to be luoxue bleak, people seem to literally blow at any moment could be disappeared, from the spine to the blood vessels all seemed to end up with cold thick ice, at the foot of the towering Yangmai Yong is really petty and ashamed.
Inagi County Tourism Bureau's "knife Secretary" - named Shiro knife board, Inagi one of the most beautiful three-storey house of Tibetan architecture is that he is also the seat of Tourism - sent two people stationed Chonggu Si, ten months for a post - since the end of snow each year in November, they retracement Inagi, snow had come in March next year - very hard also lonely. More dark days, and the last hint of sunset twilight shining Xianuoduoji of Feng Jian, the shining golden dazzling light. Instant dark color turn pale pink light, leaving only the flow and then dim to not see the end.
Crescent rose up.
Feng Jian white crescent at the touch of a clear visible, all the other mask in the thick of the night. A young man named Tsering brought tents for us to use the air-cushion and blanket, he was dressed in army fatigues.
Set the days completely black. I am surprised to find that I do not know when winding the moon is gone, the stars twinkle like naughty children's eyes, constantly blink to blink呀. The wind whistled outside the plastic curtain, and occasionally slipped into the tent where the wind potential makes frozen straight tremble. The outdoor temperature has dropped to below zero, Dishuichengbing, early hours and even less than minus 10 degrees, night waking, tents, hanging thick frost, and the roads layer of thin ice, it is easier to slip wrestling. Edge of the woods only a thin stream of water flow, the rest are frozen into heavy ice. Tent burned-wang of the firewood, illuminates red to everyone's face, to narrow the gap between a lot of strange. Another amazing young man sang the Tian's "Cheers, friend", despite the pronunciation was not allowed, a little taste of foreigners speak Chinese, but the singing voice is very good, with the plateau is typical of the rough and high-pitched voice, a chain Tibetans horses with him gently co-author.
Zaotang each on a high boil. Cold hands to hang on with a warm cup, began to feel numb from the morning has no sense since the limbs, including physical, with shares of thin flows slowly circle, gradually expanding to the blood. This is for left me with such a statue-like three-dimensional embossed style impressive experience. The first time humans began to use fire is a wonderful feeling of the immense, indescribable, and now I have a deep understanding of, and stretched out his hands and shouted praise of human tenacity and stubborn.
Tsering sat in the fire chamber while constantly Tian Chai, fire burned Wang Wang's. He whispered to singing of "Rural barra" - that is Shangri-La Tibetan transliteration - melodious tunes to introduce fascinating. I always want to hear a real Tibetan folk songs, has been unable to do so, there is such a great opportunity, how can we easily let go? Tsering then bypassing the throat singing. Tibetan singing is listening to understand, but the resounding increase in premises such as Sound Of Nature gently ease There is no astringent stagnation, if the trickle when the whole workshop is truly blossoming spring walk through meadows, like the beginning of a wide range of snow melt , clear translucent. The lively songs contain the wild echoed in the valley, as the Mustangs flying over the boundless prairie, as the storm skirted the Himalayan mountains in goshawk, as the raging billows beat the deep rugged Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon. His voice that has a touch of sadness, is to keep away from his family in this lonely place, or missed a lovely girl from afar? Songs wind around a long time do not go, people are silent. My heart also clog the inexplicable sadness.
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