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Time to wake up about 8:00, the text sub-excited, shouting their flu has been much better, and volunteered to hold a block of ice water a rock.
Quickly pack up the camp, stepping on the snow on the winding mountain road, because this year is not too much snow in the mountains, we come prepared and not too many concerns. Obsessed with the way both sides view. Towering mountain peaks and magnificent vegetation, vast expanses of snow, which is used to seeing the city of reinforced concrete lovingsamsara is enough eye-candy and the opportunity to some emotion.
Xiaoqing Shiwan already arrived around 12 o'clock, and sat cross-head down the rocks, mountains under the blue sky not far away, seems so distant towering. The surrounding snow-covered peaks, the mountain snow. Are in 2600 meters of altitude, on both sides of the pines looming heard the sound of the sun when clouds drifting across the load Aomi, really America呀.
Day
Crow's sharp cry to lovingsamsara awakened from their sleep, BOBO Not to be outdone in sharp howl, "ah ~ ~ ah ~ ~"
Tent knot full of cream, slightly Dongzuoguoda, Account of the same as under the snow. lovingsamsara found that all of the ventilation window of tents are all closed, the two water vapor exhaled all solidified in the Inner tent, the only cause of the current situation, excitedly reported to BOBO, in exchange for a "fool." lovingsamsara eyes moist.
Tent outside the both sides of the rugged towering cliff is a layer of misty gray, in the early morning into the cold, looking it all seems so ancient, has terribly sorry about the history of taste.
Appearance at last the sun of Beauty, from the cracks between the two mountains rose up, golden yellow sun quickly diarrhea over the hill. Golden mountain in the dark green of the Songhai where rippling with.
"I ... ah ... the sun!"
To leave the camp to the road landscape huangtuliangzi Chimei, we damn greedy eyes, proudly standing on the snow pine, lush, stream freeze made the icefall where the shiny rocks being worn, and then further away is the rolling of the hill. Caichu the mountain road in the red deer, the lazy bent on worrying about skating, lovingsamsara finally see the Helan Mountains in the colorful brochure brilliant.
Four years on that piece of canvas winter go steaming, reluctant to leave.
Author: lovingsamsara
