Winter has to.
The south in winter is still warm, but autumn is always a hurry. Life is also a rush.
Northwest Sichuan, who have a very long time waited at home, but it is never tired of life, some things are unwilling to occur must take place, such as their loved ones died. Of life is in such fragile, as if xinduqiao Falling leaves along the way, a way residual Huang.
Days are still blue was spotless.
Early in the morning to eight Meicai departure from Danba more than 10 minutes, slowly walking in this is almost the only street, surrounded by shops on both sides of two of three people, monks hurry to bow their heads in silence, from time to time to focus eyes the elderly, while walking street shaking hands with beaded or round. This first came from the street apart, Wang Dan, and then contacts the way out of the blocks when it is a white tower group, streamers fluttering flags, including the largest one in the street when the Sule Pagoda to enact legislation to mouth, the whole solemn momentum. Went back and saw a pair of mother and daughter sitting in a roadside tree, the mother rolled cotton clips, the little girl next to tree trunks to play behind, a low cottage. I raised the camera, the girl reached out to me that little hand, I handed to two of chocolate, her mother, a Qieqie looked, smiled.
The most lively place in town is probably the station, just at noon, shuttle drop-off, and so on interchange, and eat, ask for directions and chat. When I went back to the station post office built a postmark, the direction of the car to the tower of the public just drive away, the other will happen more than 1 hours, but unfortunately the big bag a place on the bench side of the road, and so on it, luck can be hit passing cars. Installed next to a Tibetan young man came was approached by a person? Ah. To the tower the public? Ah. Unless it is Minato car, bus can only wait. I look at him in frustration. "I think can help you find cars." Lad big, robust man, and a felt hat headband, looked at me. Without a blink of an eye shadow.
A father and son Duo over, chartered not? 60. Bus is 10 yuan. Minato car bar, 20. Immediately go? Have to wait for 10 minutes. Is also estimated at pulling people Minato car, chances are when it. Are hesitant, "a car," the young man hurriedly come again, asked to give money in another, 10 per hour. I am most grateful, he waved to me laugh, and be careful. Sat 5 individual small van was eventually implemented.
Is the afternoon after midnight, the sun suddenly from a suddenly distant snow-capped mountains near Yala reflects the dazzling brilliance. The car people have been very curious to me, but you are a man? I told them laugh. They are going lhakang shrine visits. Brown on both sides of the land from the highway, surrounded by rolling hills spread to, like the South Hills, which is the plateau of the hills, covered with a thin layer of brown meadow. "If you come in spring, where grassland was covered with flowers, lovely." They want to explain to me, Mandarin is very lame but very sincere.
Lhakang in the repair, Si Wai in the big building roads, full of mud, dust. I lhakang wall along slowly as he stroked the size of the wall around the temple by the wheel. Terabe Mani Dui quietly exudes Aura, colored streamer with boiling up the mountain slopes in the steppe Young, devout believers devoutly Slide the prayer wheel, walk in front of me wearing a red robes of the old camel, my child laugh, gesture let me shadow him a permanent stay in the temple before the camera.
Windy, and Muqiu sun was fickle. I have to xinduqiao to which the poplar the car jumped the road. Wind roll over, coldly tearing bite with a few to make a tall and straight poplar Yela body, Montreal, yellow leaves writhed, and then re-lay out on both sides of the tree. Stand's Road Central, two roads extending to the distant bend, empty desert, chillingly. Wind got into his neck, could not help but bind tightly a windbreaker.
Ring ring ... ... behind him a while cycling ring tones, the wind from a young open coat. I waved to the young, his feet on the ground friction braked, Han Han smiled, the sun's face is also a pair of dark dry curious eyes.
Do not you cold? I sat in the rear shelf of juvenile of his hands, inviting skirts. He eat and laugh, do not Lengbu Leng, feet Dengzhe leisurely. I am also happy, and his nose is still shedding a half-line under the nose. I have my face in accordance with the juvenile's back, he was the wind ears singing, on both sides of the vast grasslands and rolling hills, one losing their leaves and dry color. However, yaks, sheep, horses are still leisurely, goshawks in the fly, is far from looking at the pastoral side in streams; poplar forest walk backward in a rhythmic manner; road in front of the area of the sky, scattered with golden clouds in a rapidly changes in a different posture.
Everything in nature sing.
Via Tower Public - xinduqiao - Kangding this Sichuan-Tibet highway, has become very noisy, xinduqiao town soil Fen Yang, dump trucks, transit buses, carrying a small bread, and even Van Di-ming is not absolutely ear, the driver stopped in the middle of the road cuts in soliciting Kanjia. Because of this big man-made scenic spots, the eyes become a paradise antisense xinduqiao. . Haphazard. Not yet reached 4:00, watching the last bus running away, had to wait at the roadside depression. 5:30, lobbied the number was eventually implemented. The need to Kangding Lu calendar about two and a half hours, on the way to climb snow-capped mountains folded over, the rumor that has often been for the manufacture of road accidents at night, and opportunistic looting. Can not help but feels ill at ease.
"That way every day I go, all right." The young driver from casual speech, eye contact Dan Ding.
The sky gradually Dusk, looking to both sides of the grasslands, streams reddish Xiaguang accompanied by winding roads away, scattered on the Tibet-color housing cover piece of the poplar forest, and occasionally prominent estate side of the white shadow of little pagoda. Distant snow-capped mountains in the twilight of a high and steep in the disclosed slightest white gas. Small bread on the highway illness relaxation, like a burst of wind swept grasslands and quickly escape into the distant twilight of becoming deep.
Vault of heaven cool and bright, bringing a month, the car in a smooth circle and on the winding road, that even a flat. Yuet Wah, the white peaks Yingying closer, road departments and regions, the snow slope at clear and present. The car was very warm, occasionally open the windows, then fleeing into the wind and Qinglie beat the face, are very comfortable. At this point in mind is a bright and clean, it seems that all the troubles have been abandoned Yi do. Accompanied by folding over Pentium Fan Yong River, we finally enter the Chinese Lantern enchanting city of Kangding.
Lao Li said the package someday be able to embark on a back road without looking back, multi-good.
Gege said, did not worried about do not have to go back!
---- 2 rather tacit friends says.
I have worried about the. I prefer freedom to Xpress way of life, are broad and I hope that the whole world as their home, are adaptable. But I can not be concerned about giving up, I am worried about my family, my friends, always tired, when the upsurge of such worries and are always walking on the road when the feeling of life wanted to touch them the first time with Sharing. . Walking, singing, alive. Walker Cantabile.
May be able to say that life is no turning back, started, and must continue along this road has been moved onward. .
Author: jessfong
