Snow has been giving me a mysterious beauty: often they are perfectly clean cheeks hidden in the mist of white gauze, the only occasionally to a few lucky and brave display of their attractive style; and sometimes they are gentle and lovely, may be more often, they are violent unruly, and even the most brutal means to punish those who dare to offend people in their purity - depriving them of their life. However, until the base camp, snow-capped mountains gave me the feeling is only indirectly, and fabrications out of. When I first foot on the flashing light snow in the sun, I immediately had a strong feeling of a completely different: I have come dear beside the snow-capped mountains!
I am a former station early on to Xining. A few days ago had no time to busy thinking about; was busy, and no residence think: snow-capped mountains in the end is like? Cold do? Snow is not more than one foot deep? Very steep do? ... ... To the base camp I Yang saw his head was still in the clouds of semi-implicit Banlou maqengangri, feeling she was so high, so dignified, so mysterious. The first day, I travel with the team to the C1 (later changed) transport equipment, and the first one down the grass slope was still under the light rain, it has completed grassland, shoes, socks, foot has been completely soaked, one stopped, the numbness of the toes have no feeling; and then take a very long period of glaciers, covered with gravel and small ditches, which look at feet colder the. Went to C1, you just-do, Montreal, a lie, deadly to the mouth like irrigation, munching dry food. At this time, I occupied solely in filling my basic survival requirements and there is no time to think I had the snow-capped mountains.
Later, I rarely sent out, and often stay in base camp (and I only went out a total of five times) the weather is not good, raining, and occasionally out of time the sun so I can get wet sleeping bags out to the sun, the rain again on the next. One for cooking, the stove so bad. Cheer, ignition, busy like a revolving door, two hours to give a people to do their own meals. After dinner it was also how can there be strength dishwasher! Bowl fling, they climbed to his tent to sleep. Start leaking tent severe in the morning up and found himself sleeping in the water, cold cold. One day up, both end up with ice water. That section of the Ma-ching temperament perverse deliberately teasing us like a snow-capped mountains. I thought: This is the snow-capped mountains do? So senseless.
The opportunity finally came, by the end of July, the weather turn for the better, the sky has not a trace of clouds, dawn, beautiful a'nyemaqen in dark blue background, emerged in her white, shiny appearance. I have been deeply infected. On that day, I still stay in base camp, we picked up the camera according to a non-stop, I use all methods have a unique one is the face of the record. Particularly good mood that day, I went to the stream Xile Lian, washing the feet, put on snow mirror, lying on the dazzling sun on the grass, until the whole body hot. Ah! On this day for us to survive may be a'nyemaqen teasing her and a small prize to the bar!
To leave the camp two days before I start on the C2. C1 to eat lunch at noon began to organize skates, wearing skates. Skate on the thick sharp claws headlong into the snow layer, heard the words "creak" sound of that moment, I strongly feel that: He finally came to my dear beside the snow-capped mountains! I walked Pioneer players deep footprints, head down, step by step this time. Walk for a while, sit down and looked at the horizon and that hint of greyish yellow and purple mountains, as well as our home base, like the little pools on the green carpet on the precious stones; our feet, unfathomable. At that time a very good mood, and not at all tired. The next day, the weather was better, and we on the road Shuishuoxiaoxiao, photos, took a another one. Embarked on the first peak, almost all the plains, we have to march forward towards a'nyemaqen. Violent and beautiful a'nyemaqen finally tame down, we need to understand her. To the C2, reaching the peak seems to be able to touch the same, and everyone looked forward to a strong climb to the top. Unfortunately, did not send us reach the top. And I go to the next day an early stories, and meet the beautiful snow-capped mountains just have to hurry on the left, straight people Rouchangcunduan. Morning I pass out, go back saw white peaks, in the backdrop of green hills, more and more gets very interesting.
Do not, my a'nyemaqen! Perhaps the dream is also the composition of defects, and perhaps we should all have the number of days of struggle physically and mentally exhausted, but I still firmly believe that: I will come back and return to the plateau, back to Xuefeng return to high and return to purity, back to our life-long the pursuit of and yearning for harmony. Even if we have to wait until we are more mature until we are chewing and aftertaste, the more understanding of what actually derive.
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