(C) the story of the mountains to thank those who bowl after bowl of buttered tea, thanks to those big black hand fed to the cake, cheese. Without these, I have to go, but come.
(1) Yi XI Zhuo Ma (Markam)
"I just love to sing and dance, will never feel tired. Father is a NPC deputy and come back several times a month, mother ill, I have to help work at home. Brother this year, 16 in Zhongdian reading. October on the do not read, and want to go home get married, because he is a man to take charge. the bride 15. This time, we must look for the West when the grandmother that well-known fortune-telling, to ask, my brother get married, I should stay at home or go to Zhongdian dancing. "
"To my house. To attend my brother's wedding. Must come ah!"
She has danced in Zhongdian.
She pulls out a letter, let me read. A tourist in Beijing wrote to her. Is full of love and affection. A small bag there is not much, there is a towel, a bar of soap, as well as a butter, and a few pie. This is what she and her mother all the equipment of Mt. All the way, in addition to accommodation, you can spend. Oh, there are a pile of photos, her younger brother, and my mother father. That's all favorite collections.
Say hello to eat lunch with me. And all of the real Mt Tibetans, they only need to bring butter, Guo Kui, bowl like. That is food for four days of Mt. Wherever he went, by now playing butter tea shop. The first time, eating raw salt, pepper dip is really fragrant. After lunch, we must depart. Looked at the bare mountains, burning sun, there is a big bag around me. I want to say, you go first, I have to wait a little longer follow the sun down. Just wait for them to go to a temple I had to go, I pondered in the end Otherwise Yaogen they walked off together. For a long time, they came back. Each hand holding a lot of stones.
Just because the meal, I said, Aunt promised to make Pakistan a long time the temple stones to take home. It was a lucky stone pig. I said, picking up a few, but it does not look good.
They go to Bagiu temple, the temple has been from the hills down to the river before the pick up a lot of beaches. Rounded, with the warmth of their palm. Drolma to stone an old brain child put into her bag, saying, "Your package has been strong enough. I come back."
I have no reason not to do away with them?
(2), Qing Zhang a Tibetan doctor, but played a Liangshan hero's name.
Since late the next morning to turn mountain people are gone. He went to save my big bag.
His house sat a few to my grandmother and other relatives and friends are here, returning from Mt.
"Come on, enough to eat. To leave it a day." Packed a bowl handed over.
The first day, have seen those flies bite off leftovers, have seen those shining white thick layer of fat and oil, met them with detergent wash bowl, the bowl still remnants of a white foam.
Can I eat?
I eat, of course, can eat. Blasted to eat. The road will go one day!
(3), Agi proceeding from the Inn alone one person. Tibetans already in the starlight the road.
Hello a fork in the road, the real stand the road, still very confused. The Huiguo Shen, loudly asked down the mountain people. Amu is set mule, to delivery to the mountainside to the canteen. She said, "and so on, I'll come."
Always came to my front, without any explanation of my contracted out to tie him to a mule.
Subsequent one-way and going really fast.
Rain forests of spring moisture, it is not in the suction of air for every one, but to eat.
Azalea, Usnea, moss. . . . . . In my memory, it is a pale golden yellow soft. The rain forest turned out to be the color of the sun?
I said, to find the root crutches. The Shochiku hill and dale, but it froze could not find the big eyes.
Amu quietly, and handed me one.
That one morning, then a forest, walk to me and Amu, as well as her beloved mule.
(4) Lu Rong Dolma (Sgnuon):
"I am a person may not go so far. This leads to the mountain god Tea House to help. This is my brother and two other co-opened. My brother is a hope primary school teachers in the village below. Eight half-day to dark. get down to the foot of the mountain is also the fastest 50 minutes. is now a fast 8:00. here tonight live in it. "
A day of rain to the mountains may be able to squeeze water from wet bedding. Above, there are a number of black footprints. Days was still lit, has a cold shiver. Mountain does not have a pedestrian.
I said, must be under.
However, the stomach has no energy. Flashlight battery in and no power of.
Dolma handing out rice and potatoes, buttered tea, that is their dinner.
That was the best I have ever eaten buttered tea and potato chips. Even potatoes have a rich milk fragrance, not to mention the butter tea. Drolma said that their butter are brought directly from the mountains. Is not the kind of buying in the market.
Unless there's Droma side, I have to eat choke up.
Is hungry, or really not the same?
No time to think about it, holding Droma gave me a big flashlight, all the way to go flying down the mountain. Although there is no run-off 8:30, but an hour later, out of the forest, saw the village lights.
You enter the house, we are always surprised to see me, how could that be? In the night through the forest?
I said, it was given to me by Droma lighting and power.
(5) La Velvet 7 Weng (Zhongdian)
"I am a brother, he is my brother. I am now is a sheep, to Mt. Live here and see this just to paint the wall, then let my brother have come, together. We are not-included days, so every day very free, you can draw a little more, you can also draw a bit less. brother of childhood do not love learning, have been sent to Lhasa and studied his father eight years of painting. so now he is my master apprentice. The dream of my life are Ma the back of speeding. That year, in order to participate in Zhongdian equestrian team, gave up the test. Our equestrian team is the best. year of competition, we took 10 gold medals 9. However, since the change of leadership Zhongdian refused to give money, equestrian team had disbanded. now painting is also very happy, but the riding is the greatest dream of my life. "
Small哥俩looks like Japanese animation where a cartoon teenager.
Their wall paintings, but also beautiful.
However, the heart of the dream, is the most beautiful.
To Zhongdian, had a mansion, that is the Sports Commission director's house. Then asked to gain access.
You enter the house, my God, do not be too luxurious!
Asked equestrian team thing. The Director also remember the little brother. Reorganization, however, equestrian team? How can it be that I can ask the answer.
Officer is comforted me, "there's always the efforts."
I think that is a dream, will be realized.
(6) This farinon cloth (Sgnuon)
"That year, signed a contract, we elected to study the mining industry, as an area of Yunnan Province to vigorously mining. Graduated that year, the state prohibits mining, to develop tourism has become an important direction in Yunnan Province. We are holding a the contract to the government, the result took part in teacher training, the next to each village became a teacher. just collapse when the rain came, where a group of classmates, has been recognized here, the condition is the most difficult. classrooms not, shelter The roof is leaking, no telephone, no electricity. The most recent one village to climb the mountain one day.
"Now, because of tourism, rain Bund developing very fast, and compared to those students, considered a good of.
"There's only three-year, more than a dozen students. 61 crosses in the past to bring them to the West when the end smaller than a few days. We have to start a day earlier.
"In accordance with national standards for student and teacher ratio, Yunnan teachers is saturated. But many remote villages, only three or four students. You say, do not give them to send teachers?
"Many visitors say that we here are ideal world. I wonder if there Han, regardless of the Wei-Jin. Former is really the case, news reached us here, is already half a year. Now because tourism, outside information to disappear just as quickly . mainly because my friend and former Zhongdian tourists call let me know. such as SARS, the country has not yet published, Guangdong's friends have called to let our attention. But at that time and said to the villagers to listen to, as we all think that it is another distant planet thing has nothing to do with ourselves. Zhongdian until a friend specifically to do a report. those few days, they are scared. Every family did not receive. but it did not take long, but also do not care.
"Visitors to the kids send a lot of school supplies, we could ever use, give other villages sent in the past. Mainly stationery. Books? They are after all small to read. Write? A letter only to Yunling Township , we have to pick up their own turn the several mountains. So, very slowly. in general, I let them be sent to Zhongdian, a friend there, and then asked people to take over.
"Last year, a Taiwanese who lived here a few months, school holidays and later came to my house (think farmers) to stay for several months. Say good, want to go.
"Marriage? Do not worry. Age are still very small, there is nothing to hurry. The village is small, but a lot of my friends outside呀!"
He is fluent in Chinese, with many dealings with people outside, not only maintained the tradition of this tribe, but also are familiar with the Chinese way of thinking. So, in between the Sino-Tibetan is a very good bridge.
(7) while Matthew Tsering (West when)
"You do not be afraid. We've got no bad people."
On that day, from the rain collapsed down to the hot springs, trailing gray steps looking car, looking for shelter. Squatted on the roadside to see him light a fire, a mild smile, "come back." Feel as if I was his neighbor young girl in the morning until prodded the door. That smile, there is an indescribable maturity.
Until this year 19 young men. Inn opened in the spring to help his uncle.
Chuanshanyueling holding my hand. Those are goats are walking paths, exception dangerous. Me Beizhao Bao, a little to sweep aside the thorns, the time starts with the prefix when the progeny of the progeny. Wearing a single shoe, every step of the bundle was steadily Dangdang. A pair of big hands, a firm and strong. Which he took, I had at the end of the day turn the normal Tibetan mountain trip, and went numerous. By such a holding hands, it is easy to half.
Walked to see there are so familiar point of sea buckthorn on the climb to the cliff to the whole mining into my hands.
In his home for supper. Cook noodles, they can put all our eggs in Sheng to my bowl.
On the way home, is a brilliant STAR. We sat on a rock in the mountains, a number of the stars, counting the village lights. There is his home. In the darkness of the mountains are not clear about the foot, but he recognize the way home. I have only stretched its hands to him and let him bring me go. "You do not be afraid, we have here is not bad people."
Huotang Bian, he gave me and his mother a translator.
His mother told me that he was sixteen. He also turned according worthwhile.
I asked, "Why do I have to lie to you 19-year-old?"
"Can not do? Because I want to love you."
Lovely 16-year-old, the lovely 19-year-old!
He took me to find that the most famous fortune-telling grandma. The first time, unsuccessfully.
The next day, went to. Nazuo high mountain to climb. I must say, without him, I wonder if I once again the courage to climb. Person is so strange. Alone, mountains and turning. And trans-mountain than up, this is just a corner of a hill. However, because of dependence on memory, the mountain is very seems extremely difficult. While other hard, are forgotten.
Not because of my grandmother's prediction, but because my grandmother had to face the narrative events of the past, that of Mt transferred into a strong full-tears flowed unrestrained.
Grandma finished, they let me sit in the sun a man weep.
He consistently ran over and said "Do not cry, go to eat. Do not cry. Do not cry."
His Chinese and his age could only have advised me, "Do not cry." However, these three words really very warm.
Hill continued to have the change come here especially for Tibetans. After he was busy before the busy, the packed bowl and chopsticks, pour butter tea, Tim burning stove, cleaning the house. Industrious and dexterous. Like a host family man. Prior to the mountains, at home, he was just a child, constantly watching F4's meteor shower, very strange, why her sister would prefer to see their home walnut tree is not willing to look at F4.
He and his little brother have been torch in through the cave, take me to the side of the hill, telling me that sub-corner, you can see another village in the. From their hands to take over my big bag, back is good, turn around. Did not dare look back. Heavy bag is the mother to the Cypriot walnut.
A big step forward. A man used to walk alone, and occasionally, by others to take care of a carefully back, breaking up, they will Maibu Kai-step.
It said good-bye, did not walk a few steps, it is very narrow sand is very dangerous rubble. This process was used to pull his hand, he only stopped staring back at him. In the eyes naturally, showing weaker than he is a woman's trust and expectations.
I need not say a word, he flew over, steadily walked over, put his big hands stretched over.
He asked: "You will think me?"
Asked: "You may kiss me?"
Faced with such a man, I have any reason not to kiss it?
There are so many ......
Along the way, everyone is a story. On each route is a landscape.
I rarely take out the camera. First, because of the difficult climb. Second, because these have already been engraved in the hearts will be no more photos.
(8) in Suzhou in the final leg of the boy, encounter a strange story. I do not know how to express emotions.
That day, on the uphill road, a backpack was found quietly lying bushes. There are fifty to sixty liters bar, packed full, lashing the sleeping bags and moisture moat. A look, I know that from our so-called world.
This is the year this season because of SARS, turn mountains all the way, almost I was the only one Han Chinese.
I left a curiosity, which reads:
"Who are you? Back such a big package to switch to mountain? You next go?
Hello! Where are you from? Where are you going? "
Walk a day, almost forgot.
Then, in the downhill in a corner and saw a man sitting quietly.
Surprisingly, came from Suzhou. Only in this Tibetan mountains. Fellow villagers could not have been regarded as a.
It is not unheard of.
Has been spent in the mountains for several days. Goal is to turn the peak of this Meri (Kawagebo). Without any professional training, equipment, even I, a layman know well enough.
This is also not unheard of. Because it has also encountered another similar.
The day before yesterday is not a professional ice ax used to climb glaciers. Halfway, the sun setting down. Also too cold, ice ax is also not catch, out. Shouting, no one can hear. Hearing could not save ah! (Who told you to climb the minds of this Tibetan holy mountains ah!) Have not brought any Fanghan Yi, was just as desperate night spent in the ice. Down, even just a bit cold fever.
This is also not unheard of. And his story compared with the following.
"Can understand. Certainly not just the interests and hobbies. Must have a special reason."
At that time thought, what reasons? In order to achieve? In order to love? Seems not worth such a stupid thing ah.
"Never mind. Do not want to say is not said."
He intermittently to say.
Falun Gong, he wrote a letter to someone. Since then, was permanently monitored up. Perhaps, or got someone appreciated. A person, he did not say, I do not know. Anyway, so to watch a few years did not live much taste. This road ran out, followed by still others. The following have been the villagers prodded. Therefore, he could not get more from the crosses of the pointing. Only in the mountains of the temple and then inquire about the situation. He felt that only climbed over the mountain, to Tibet, perhaps in order to get rid of those people.
My brain is completely not enough.
Wishful thinking crazy? Not like ah! Lad Meiqingmuxiu, articulate.
Really? Was there really such a thing?
I have no idea.
I only have him when a reunion of the passers-by, and talk more security, life, family and friends of the category. And asked, what busy I can help it?
I think I gave him the greatest help is to listen. He needs to tell to reduce the inner fear.
Sit down gradually dark days he wanted to, I would like the next, in this farewell. Qian Ma a little brother asked whether or not to ride up the mountain? He nodded.
A moment, little brother Fong Ma come after me, saying that he asked me for a while. I think, is to change your mind? To join me down it?
Not.
He said that just a chat, that little brother's grandfather had climbed over the mountain. Grandfather in the temple. Let the little brother to take him to find. Little brother said, do business is not making money home bad cross. He therefore thought to ask to borrow money. God, how him penniless and crosses? However, at that time I really did not expect so much. Bianba body gave him change for the full. In addition to little brother's wages, but also enough through the day room and board bar.
They going to give more or to less? I have no idea.
They going to be lamented, or what? I also have no idea.
Then I sang with no way down the mountain in Ayutthaya.
(D) Meri Meri mountain every turn people are extremely happy.
Do not need too many words, as long as the pace and happy with that several mountains will be step by step the amount of finished, heart full of practical and hope.
Zone covered with dust and sweat, and he plans to return home.
Back to town the next day is the "Mount Everest to commemorate fifty years," the Chinese team climb to the top of the day.
See the peak in 1975, Pando mounted lens.
Once, in this town, in the beautiful under the stars, the first time I heard Pando and her story.
Once beautiful, can not be copied.
Meri's beauty is eternal.
Author: westowhere
