From Dege to the river reach, is a gentler mountains disk Road, S-shaped upward extension of feels like all the flowers layer a layer of road, not contain himself, I jumped out of the toilet in the name of long-distance bus.
Clean, golden sun, the quiet green hills, sparkling crystal clear dew, a clusters of yellow wildflowers, people in which I feel have become Brisk had. Picked up a lot, fragrance lovers, sitting in front of a lama told me that this is Gesang Hua.
Gesang Hua and the vehicle a small bright yellow coat Lamas form a contrast into the Hui, the pilgrimage of the four-member family from Aba in Sichuan, only year-old son from the age of three since the beginning of their family responsibilities - do Lama, the same time, carrying his sturdy but the good of the father's expectations. The head of the household while his two sons with knives Xiaoping Guo to eating, she told me, "everything he learned"; costumes mistress along the way, then, dignified and gentle sitting, standing, walking. Lamas four sub-brother and his brother ate an apple, when a small lean unscrupulously selling small, perhaps Gege Ming yellow jacket, red skirt, and he was one of the denim does not exist between the monks and the distance bar. Did not pass the personnel, so his father made arrangements, I looked inside the eyes of a small Lama is always get rid of the sad and dreary.
Passing through the bridge is the Jinsha River in Sichuan and Tibet border pillar, in the loss of ignorance, I am intact into Tibet, and since then, and then climb the mountain a few kilometers above sea level, and then flowing through the river for thousands of years, I have been a placid look.
After alighting in the river reach, we and a small lamas and their fellow pilgrims who go the same way with the package of a big truck and continue to go to the Qamdo. The Jinsha River side of the sky, the wind of high thin clouds, a few riding a bicycle station wagon from the car window flash, shuttles atmosphere and the kind of stirring youth Zhang Yang, allow me a moment not as good as they feel ashamed of.
Gesang Hua excessive in my care, the inability to hang his head, I put them buried in the Jinsha River Lane.
A large number of vehicles stopped in front of landslides, and death by stoning four workers, road repair is, all my thoughts had to be properly dam this place has to stop, pretending to be calm in this tiny city looking for a shelter at night .
Living in a Tibetan-style houses on the second floor of the house does not cover, roof and wall, a short gap between the still preserved. Tie Zhaoqiang put six spring bed, bedding on the rich taste of buttered tea smoked my Hen Buneng never had a long nose. Kally little sister take a towel to her face, Ever brother, the driver did not come back until Shuidaopaqi several times in those two three-gu, do the quilt center circle choice. I have robbed two more no history of quilts, clothing lying in bed together, the wind is blowing from all directions, the scarf Wai in the face after he wore a hat and took the raincoat made of tent-like cover on his head.
Do not want to be smoked die, do not want to hypoxia asphyxia, do not want a cold, do not want to stroke, this night, I armed pillow to be Ge Ji maintains a high degree of vigilance to sleep. Middle of the night woke up numerous times, activities on the nose, eyes and mouth feel are in their original position before venturing outside to sleep again.
Once again, wake up, and finally how to face up to is no longer a matter of coal are the same as endless dark night. Gently to get out of that big empty room, the morning due BA Xiang leisurely and quiet, a middle-aged Tibetan woman from a small puddle on the sandbank where Yi Tangtang of carrying water, looks rugged Tibetan mastiff eyes gently Shou with a small fenced in rape, playing a small hill outside the vapor from the tents Bazi hint of smoke. I slowly ran the plateau, a blue scarf dance in the wind.
Encountered on the road the driver has to get up early, he said his bed five face to take the air, I am implicitly tolerate a few seconds later, he laughed and finally go back to bed, he was the only robbed us of a quilt, the wind is not only blowing from all around him, and also through the wire bed gap, up and down the siege.
Author: mazhiyanma
