8848 temptations
My lifetime, there are two long-cherished wish one of my lifelong pursuit: the world of travel to various countries, the world's widest range of ethnic food is a former two half-goal: stand on Everest's waist, Yao Zhi Old and Dream
(A) leave Lhasa
The twenty-first century begins with September 27, 2001, the loneliness of the I, once again hit the road alone, alone on a long trip of the expedition Chu Mu Lama road.
September 28 morning 8:30 am, the train arrived unknowingly Lanzhou, a conductor rushed into my soft sleeper compartment, Wang Waimian bring my luggage on the go, why then, Lanzhou to, fast off, oh.
By the end of September of Lanzhou, raining, and even the trains are lazy and only until the afternoon drive-fat Xining, frustration and grabbed a Lanzhou - Xining, the passenger cars, the voyage arrived in exile Xining, said the current high-speed LAN Hai has been opened, Unfortunately, the scenery of the beautiful scenery along the way in do not see the.
Arrived in Xining, I can not wait to open a four-hour part-time room, one into the room I felt a wave of sheep hurling foul smell forehead, three hours later, when I woke up the occasion, my head has not arrived in Lhasa had been ripped.
19:00 at night, or only on her own luggage, and boarded the train to Golmud, but fortunately, inside, two girls in bunk beds, me and a boy in the upper berth, four strangers who share the same four goal, we known each other.
Quiet for a while, I felt a little wrong to which men have turned that he had a cold in the body, we are persuaded by three non-stop medication, which Shanghai boys just do not listen to, on the next days will be the occasion, in a closed soft sleeper finally the inside of a beacon of light, a young man began to take medicine. However, in the morning, I want to get up the occasion, I also fell powerless, struggling to get up, it was found that two girls, is already sick Buxing Le.
We are also a sneeze, while the silent, there is no blame, no blame, because we know that all the dispute is futile.
Last days of the bright, the sun finally smiled, bitter we are, struggling forward, squint, and strive to search for the scenery along the line.
Chik Lechuan, Yinshan next. Days like Qiong Lu, cage cover Shino. The green and wild and fog, wind-swept pastures see the sheep and cattle.
In that distant place, there was a good girl, people have gone through her accountant, must go back to nostalgia to look around.
Qinghai, that distant place, the green and wild places where vast, Qinghai, my childhood dream, Qinghai, today I am finally to see you.
As the train moved forward, my eyes are changing the perennial of the snow-capped mountains, vast deserts, vast grasslands, heavily made oasis Tingtingyuli the thrill of the climb, dotted with lakes, its mountains, valleys, springs , lake, grassland, icebergs, and so on and so on.
Suddenly, a black road attracted us, everyone exclaimed: "bottomless salt bridge", which is "bottomless salt bridge" to, and saw the bridge the road and smooth flat, mountains lake form a contrast, be called unique in the world.
We are such a nose a tear a cheering, on September 29 at 12:00 finally a stay up the Golmud, Shanghai boys shame the left, two girls also left with each other by the arm, I still me, I was lonely, but accommodating, my illness, hard down the train.
Day, 14:00, slightly rested a bit stubborn I am, my life, I handed over the future of the Tibetan Plateau, handed over to Tanggula, I set out.
Author: lihsiaopo
