Author: malt children
One, when the Martian encounter Meri trick for God, Mars were already well aware, that is: to what does not come to anything. Martian thought six months, every day ready to go grid Nie, Right on cue, to the time, plans or cancel. Martian unwilling to lying down, resolutely decided to divert Meili Mt.
Martian's hometown do not see snow-capped mountains, for Meri naturally Fuxianglianpian. A hurry, make a decision, immediately booked tickets to determine the trip, it is impossible to regret it. Mars secretly Qiexi, God seems to give in this time Merrill has.
By day, packing, on the plane all the way to Kunming晕晕Huhu. Xiang JJ, and Hill insects pick up big brother. At night to find the legendary leader of the small monster, Mars people have successfully started the trip.
In the crowded car, Martian galloped over the darkness, looking out the window of Yunnan's highways, the mountains of Yunnan, Kunming ears listening to talking, then a time to want to argue words have been forgotten. Simply pretends to see the first giggle of people were enjoying themselves ah.
Martian sometimes lethargic and sometimes at a loss in the state until the car finally stopped, when the next afternoon, the Martians back to the memory of Zhongdian. Living in Songzanlinsi hippopotamus stores under the breast. I could hear the car in front of the fence where Tibetan mastiff low roar. The backyard is a vast store horse ranch, diagonally across the slope, "Shangri-La" the great stone in the cloudy sky capricious.
Zhongdian afternoon break, go Songzanlinsi the rounds in the sky floating thick cloud, the light was not very good. Songzanlinsi is still magnificent, visitors are still a large one then a car from passing around Mars, the dust filled the roll. Living Buddha temple, but do not let the little Martian Cangzaixinli desire unmet.
Did not think the evening dinner, small monster to everyone living Buddha brought home, in the Living Buddha home, Martian drink the best drink yak butter tea, Living Buddha warm gas, it is heart is a sense of closeness. Tibetan Buddhism is interesting on this point, the Living Buddha close to the people, so that people of faith from time to time have the opportunity to receive a real blessing. Martian Although there is no faith, but she seems to have come to realize, and there are people of faith are happy.
Early the third day of departure, business resumed. 1 Zhongdian county, the landscape is very different outside the car together, a continuous block of towering mountains on both sides of the road in the hillside on the spiral. While it's a fall, mountains are still green, during which occasional trees at the back a little yellow dotted with trees. This year's summer, especially in the western Yunnan Plateau nostalgia do not, Mars people have no opportunity to enjoy the most beautiful autumn had. At noon our car benzilan, elevation gradually increased, the original spirit of the people of Mars hazy sleepiness is getting better and better, the weather is still cloudy, distant snow-capped mountains white Mang disappeared, near the peak is also in the thick cover Yunshen I do not know at. In this line of 4100 meters the highest point above sea level parking camera, Martian counted his pulse beating is still common. Stop breathing a clear cold air, dim the sun shone on him, looked up and not see snow-capped mountains.
Time point to two in the afternoon, hidden in the canyon was finally exposed in the Deqin County disappeared. In the county eat late lunch, passing in the street stroll. A small town, street bend ups and downs, people have a lot of playing loud pop music shop crowded. Coach, farm vehicles, as well as mule staggered in the street to come and go, the Tibetan people or transactions, or chat in the street, there are crowded into a store to buy robes to buy jewelry, of course, and Mars, like wearing the Emergency clothes in the streets aimlessly wandering travelers. Martian like suddenly in love with the rich flavor of this Tibetan plateau town.
18:00 truck continued to proceed to the West, when the hot springs, to the temple when the days of flying has not yet dark. Stop taking pictures. Martian finally manages to make Meri suddenly nearby, saw the rise of towering peaks and glaciers, Kawagebo is still hidden in the thick clouds in the distance is not visible.
Lennart Meri, Lennart Meri, has finally seen you! That moment, Mars can not be made by the brain does not think the population. Meri so close, those snow-covered peaks and glaciers seem to reach Fei Liu and down the inviolability of another awe-inspiring. Meri is the fear of you? Or admire you? The more there is a voice shouting inside the larger: they are there! That 17 individuals, they are there! This moment, as if Martians understood the feelings of climbers, but also seem to understand the Tibetan right Kamiyama faith. Martian heart problem seems to start with the answer, it was the Living Buddha was going to ask the question: the sufferings of life suffered in every possible way, why? Meri solemn silent, yet friendly guide. Mars suddenly discovered, the original do not brutalized in his heart the pain of this moment suddenly becomes negligible up, those who had seemingly important things at this moment suddenly become insignificant. Mars can not help but want to laugh, here, in the Meili Snow Mountain, the, in this moment, Mars finally swore in the past will never go back.
Life terrible ordeal, only to make a pair of eyes who can see the essence of life!
2, a light rain turn to leave the flying mountain temple, cars winding along the mountains all the way down, Martian non-stop right to the left to see see, never been able to get their eyes from the window of the Meili Snow Mountain. Gradually the sky dark, the car slowly opened to the canyon under the Meili Snow Mountain in 20:00, and finally arrive at today's destination: the West when the hot springs. Walk in front of us a dirty text messages sent last night, said West, when the spring into the two thousand. The car, it really made breaks In fact, the large and small coach filled parking lot, mule then occupy the remaining space, and all the inn is full of people. Night sleeping in a wooden shed surrounded by air leakage, ears filled with the roar of a huge spring, his face felt the bitter wind is blowing cold wind blowing, actually sleep deeply at night, no dreams.
The fourth day, early in the morning to pack launched, pack well, lightly armed the road, turning mountain. Come before the Martians have no confidence in their own physical strength, a thought of carrying a large bag of Mt can not help but tense, this time lightly armed, and I feel very relaxed. Today, more than 2,000 from the elevation of the West when the climb over 3700 to reach an elevation of 3100 rain Yakou collapse village. Last night it began to rain, today is still gloomy gray skies, and horses breath mixed with white mist and people. Heavy moisture. The way is a continuous rise. Quickly, sweat streaming down face down. Road slippery mud, but the endless stream of Tibetans along the way Mt. Chat a few words, found that some went so far as is already the second, the third turn of the hill. This year is the Tibetan Year of the Goat, but also Kamiyama's Benming year, so the mountain came to turn many, many Tibetans. One extraordinary white-haired elderly, babies and more still in a primitive. Passing, a natural smile, a "le," is enough to communicate with each other. Close to noon, we saw in front of the woods covered with a streamer with a vertical one horizontal, colorful stopped on the road. Some of the old streamer has faded, some bright color texture is a brand new, but both old and new, full texts are printed in the power and prestige in the streamer fluttering slightly, as soon as sound believers pray prayer. Kamiyama has a soul, one will bless his people, in this holy mountains at the foot of the beautiful and happy lives. This is a place covered with streamer is the highest point of today's trip, elevation 3770 meters of "Larsson laka" Yakou. Peak rest, eat lunch, waiting for the back up one after another teammate. Wu Wan even drink buttered tea, is really a good thing ah to replenish their energy. Departure time of day suddenly clear up, and all the way back downhill, Lianbengdaitiao, weather Couqu, along the way began to have leisure and elegance to enjoy the scenery. Downhill on both sides of the mountain is the tall pines, light green above, covered with pine baskets, stretching a layer Diego Diego, and we pick up the camera non-stop, "a cracking," while learning to be accompanied by older brother fiercely spoke: rather victimizes 1000, not missing one. Soon, we and the vanguard of the caravan to reach the destination together, collapsing on the rain village.
Camp in the rain collapsed the village of a pasture, it is a large flat grassland, grass is still green, surrounded on three sides by mountains on the one hand is the beautiful Tibetan village Mulou. Golden sunset, laid-back grazing cattle, Cuise shrouded mountains, and makes a flowing stream, the legendary beauty of the rain collapse of the village turned out true. Shore up tents, took off his shoes, smoking a daze in the sun, Mars people feel happy from the air flowing from all directions.
Mars has finally seen all night, outdoor elements, the level of corruption in Yunnan, big pot of rice, stir-fry is a dirty well-established, decoction are two kinds. Martian thought out before, followed by the legendary chef Wang worry about eating and drinking only eat sausage rice pot, when right in front of Kunming could not help but envy his companions not work.
A night under the rain, the fifth day morning, the rain starting to collapse God waterfall. Rain from the collapse of the village collapsed down to the rain village, the road is more mud, and mixed with cow manure and trampled down muddy water scattered. Gentle uphill road than yesterday, a rise in a flat road, and take up more relaxing. Drizzle Mi Meng, in the towering big tree line winds. After a mountain, we saw a roadside tree branches covered with clothing, shoes and hats, these are the way Tibetans used to commemorate the dead. Everywhere along the way plastic film greenhouses erected to turn mountains of Tibetans in this open overnight. Near noon, we have a store after the break, resumed. Did not take long, dirt road into a stone road, people no longer walk through the forest. Scenery suddenly see the light, far from the towering mountain peaks can be seen everywhere thin waterfalls cascading from great Mashimo. Near the low-strewn cow, at the foot of grass dripping water, more and more lush green. Acoustic rumble, cattle ring clang clang, in the drizzling rain in the clear-cut, very few pedestrians on the road with one of the quiet ideal world. The more up line, the mountain more and more precarious, and pretty soon, a sudden marked increase in mountain, road streamer flies, the rise can be seen towering snow-capped mountains, waterfalls of approaching God. After a hard climb, the end could see the majestic cliff towering, vertical from the top of the hill the next two Bai Lian Xie, rushed into the area under the pools of water so loud that Tanbian Mani Dui over. God under the cold waterfall Xiren, we follow the custom of Tibetans took off his hat, quietly standing. Then there are a few people are prepared to turn God waterfall, that is, under the waterfall pools around the lap of God, which must go through a waterfall. Mars put on raincoats, elated and took up, one to the waterfall, the fierce Martian water play could not open eyes, eyes closed, a Martian, from the waterfall rushed past, the two-foot in the water, shoes suddenly filled with ice-cold water. End turn circle, clothes all wet inside and outside the mountain tops, blowing, Mars people only think the whole body shiver, hurriedly dressed and washed down the mountain. Although mountain mud, but not slippery, Martian trot under way very easily, quickly returned to the store half-way break. Rushed to the fire, began to roast clothes, the more the more reluctant to leave the roast, where he spent a long time. Seeing that the weather getting late, may not be fully equipped to continue down the mountain. Collapse down to the village of rain, light rain is still under the forward, copy a shortcut back on the rain collapsed Village, I do not know why, did not think it is that the rise of the shortcut to Mars is almost exhausted strength, every walk San Shibu, Mars is necessary to stop fierce breath a while, this increase in more than half an hour seemed so long and painful, wait until the return to the camp, Mars stood unstable people are not even stand to be escorted companions in order to move forward. Tibetan home cooking at night, Mars sitting before the fireplace no longer the strength to stand up, companion client to a hot meal, but eat a Martian could not help but want to vomit. Return to the camp late at night, lying in tents shiver, listening to the rain hit the tent with emergency relief when the voice of sleepless.
Today saw this line, is what I have seen the most beautiful scenery, but also a very depressing place pieces of matter, the camera no power, so this day, the scenery can be used no film record. In retrospect, perhaps Kamiyama allowing only the most beautiful thing I installed in the memory away. Such a thought, foes relieved, the world's disappointments matter most likely, the original beauty of God takes away people's waterfall is a few pictures can not reflect them.
Backtrack the next morning when the West, from the rain village, turn the collapse Jiangya Koudao West as hot springs, while the road when the slope than to large, but the distance was short, it is not very difficult to go up. PM returned to Western as hot springs, covered with mud washed away, then wash in hot springs under a hot bath, allowed to hum a happy child. Mars with a cold poor health, has been all sorts of good friends to take care of the evening, a warm quilt Yong Zhao, lit candles and chat with friends, drinking, heart filled with serenity and happiness.
The three-day Mt journey has ended, return to Deqin day, fine the. On the road, we saw a clear distance a snow-capped mountains, glittering in the sun, the small monster inside Markam said it was "rice courage" snow-capped mountains. Temple and the viewing platform in the coming two to wait for true tolerance exposed Meili Snow Mountain, the clouds away slowly, gradually revealing Jianqiao Myanmar Tsimshian peak, next to the mountains also have seen, unfortunately, will never Kawagebo peak there is a dark cloud shrouded. Shall not, hold left to return. Lennart Meri, and finally was going to leave to you! Mars looked out the window he turned silent and secretly ingested a sad parting. If God gave me the chance, I will come back, according to Okuma on your feet, five bodies to bid for land, pay homage.
Third, a person's Tiger Leaping Gorge 20 o'clock bus to Zhongdian county, in which Mars and the friends who broke up in Kunming, the beginning of a person's travel. At the station near the hotel stay there the next day morning we arrived in Lijiang coachman.
Lijiang and last year, when almost no change, but the entrance of a new city a lot of anti-old buildings. Martian hundreds of times to find a yellow house garden. Old man is no longer Kandian, and according to Kandian little sister, said the old man went with a small granddaughter. Flower is so prosperous, so clean and tidy garden, or just cherry tree I do not know of the starling has disappeared. Today is the afternoon of October 7, the majority of visitors have left, quiet yellow house garden, I was the only one guest. Eat and drink some night in the ancient city in preparation for tomorrow morning to the Tiger Leaping Gorge.
7:30 am get on the bus in Lijiang to Zhongdian, a person's journey, some loneliness, but there are different kind of wonderful. In the car to see two people on the train, sitting in the front row, including a look at how how familiar, hesitated for a long time, came up the courage to ask: What do you have a leaflet? Feelings of lobular mountain? The man Niu Guotou years, indeed, is lobular ah! Abroad case of an acquaintance, never mind more than a pleasant surprise. Conversation that, lobular, and next to the resident Rigby Island Nanjing ready to go outside of Mt Meili, a period of 13 days, Mars people as good a while envy, but unfortunately time is limited, they usually can not be with her. Only Daosheng treasure, Meet in Nanjing, good-bye. When I finished this time travels, lobular they estimated the change in Tibet is still a hard trek through the road, but also wish them bon voyage, good luck.
Car to the bridge, Mars with people getting together down in Shanghai and four uncles and aunts who have three Korean, a foreigner, are all going to Tiger Leaping Gorge. Asked to understand the direction, Mars began to move forward. Really hot ah, Mars people are really regretted wearing Jackets come on foot, less than 10 minutes, Mars's Jackets had tied on the waist.
10:30 start on foot, 12 points to Changsheng village of Naxi Ya Club lunch, where they met a crush of Guangdong, but also to turn Merrill End Hill, went to Haba village, came from the big with the. Meet by chance the Mix, there is a common topic, a sudden heart is close to the situation, in the Naxi Ya Pavilion, the Yulong Snow Mountain in the yard watching, eating sweet yellow pear, with a smile chat. 13:00 split of their road, over 24 Shui. Weather very hot, while the sweat, physical strength has not yet fully restored, and take a pause for extended periods, 2:30 to reach the peak, 3:30 to the Tea-Horse Inn rest, has encountered a car that foreigner. 4:30 to reach half way, greeting a bit Feng boss on the road. The sun had fallen behind the mountain the mountain tops, in the canyon shuttle people to walk on the hillside, the Jinsha River between the two mountains Pentium endlessly. After a National Day, very few people on foot, most of the time and long on the Hill a man I trotted forward. While the approaching evening, the temperature remains high, the whole world no loneliness, heaven and earth seemed to open for me a man, the feeling of freedom that I enjoyed. Turned a corner, I found that I do not know when the date is far behind followed by a person, leisurely's always followed, I looked down to see about the black days, and my heart can not help but a little nervous, at the foot of involuntary accelerated pace. Happy just suddenly disappeared, I could not help but smile a bit, the original human beings will let me nervous. Sub-a bend, I surreptitiously looked back, found that individuals did not keep chasing it over, my heart a song, a long sigh of relief. Maybe I am too tense, it was just a shepherd only. 5:30 down to the road side tina's, move on. Hetaoyuan in to the bridge before the two men met. One of the boys said Riverside fancy tiger with my next jump, I think a day will be late, do not know their own way, so I agreed for him to lead. He was a very young boy, said a good Mandarin, and later learned that he was asked a 18-year-old high school even before graduation, and now a guide to make money are prepared to continue in high school. The boy took me aside from the highway down the next ladder, about 20 minutes to reach the riverside boulders. Here you can enjoy the roar of the surging close the river, and then turned around and upwards, over thin strip of sky, to continue climbing to the highway. 20:00, dark days have all been down, the boy took me to the woody's door. After this the road to talk, I have to dispel the psychological vigilance, feel that he is a very lovely child, but he told me to talk about his family, his tour guide experience, his ideals and goals. We woody's open platform, dinner, chat, blowing up the valley of the wind blowing. The woody's on my one guest, the moon rising up in the clouds above, according to the outline of coming out, quietly watching the rise of hearts cool one. Alone in a foreign land, the face of a stranger just know the soul seemed to return to his hometown, gentle and peaceful with straight to foreign land for home ah. . . . . .
Found that sleep played three big blisters on their feet. Sleep until 8:00 the next day to get up straight, dallying to 9 point of view, along the road to move ahead one hour, and then down to the riverside of the new crossing, transition, climbed across the road. This section has to go very slowly, large blisters on feet with every step I was on the Zuanxin the pain, especially in the time on the downhill. However, the task of today's walk is very easy, so while walking like a snail's pace, 12 points, or reached the station on the road. Waited for 10 minutes, big with the shuttle went to Lijiang, and hopped in the cab and left. Opened about 15 minutes, I suddenly yelled, facing the driver master, said: Trekking Pole forgotten at the station shop, and begged to take me back to take Master, master reluctantly appearance, said: I will add 10 dollars. Trekking, plus 10 (although the big ticket with the Lijiang was 33.5), Who I am now seeking others do. Quickly turned back, but fortunately, alpenstock still, (if lost, Lu Fan, I will definitely lynching of) a false alarm.
Afternoon return to Lijiang to Kunming tomorrow Shun Bianmai good tickets. Back to the city to continue to rest. Night, finishing things, suddenly discovered that they lost the ticket. Heart of this depressed ah, a man sitting on a stool smoking Square Street. A cold, cough is very fierce, blankly of smoking, watching the coming and going around the visitors, one loss.
4, Epilogue: On the passing of all so familiar, bookcase, computer table, curtain, looked out the window when I was standing, the empty landscape remains the same, nothing has changed, as if I never left home. 12-day memory, suddenly if the dream. Shut our eyes, those snow-capped mountains, waterfalls, rain, pastures, there are those lovely friends, over and over again, churn endlessly, let me not tell which one is real and which one is the magic. See Yang Guo Guo Xiang a lifelong mistake, and I, since the saw Merrill, I know I've changed. Over the past days, there are a lot of things to do not understand, those suffering lurking. The time in the most depressed because of Lennart Meri, who allowed me to see different aspects of life ever since I finally get rid of the past.
A voice kept asking: Since then you will surely different?
I smile in silence.
However, still have to separate, no matter how reluctantly. Buddha said, life is pain, than the demand can not, Aibie Li. However, the life of passing time and time again where parting is bound to be. Demand may not, Aibie Li, which is clearly suffering, why come to their senses? Starting time and time again, again and again to endure the pain of parting? What is in the end? Attracted me like moths, stubborn fly toward the flame? Is occurring after heavy rain pounds da rainbow? Is a distant foreign land for a bowl of noodle? Was soaked to the skin of the bunch after the bonfire? Is exhausted after the peak of the sun? Is a long road to a smile? Is a subtle gave the treasure, after pursuing their own course? All this, passing-away is the home; while passing through the heart, very, very small, only pretend to be the next three words, it is this: on the road.
I'm just passing through, not owned by one Oh!
Author: maiyaer
