I do not need very much to determine the direction, I only need this journey long enough;
I do not need a very misty heaven, I just front of the picturesque - inscription
How would there be the idea of wandering, I have been unclear. May be a bar on the bottom of my heart instinct, but also maybe I actually born on a kind of wild bar, in short, this is an expectation. However, the Rangers this stuff Cangzaixinli Fortunately, once I begin to miss, just like spell in general, every day would like to, every night thinking, like a raging crush on your brain in general.
A rare one and I met the same faith who stray from the dream become a reality. I think I always will remember July 25 of that morning in the rain waiting for departure, I said - "and wandering back, do not know what I do not know how the mood will be. Do not know, will not let all chaos is clear, will not let all the feelings are clear. "
In fact, do not know what is in chaos, but for a long time was a bit depressed, some anxious the baptism of blue sky and white clouds, and some period of the air wing sweet consolation, and some look forward to the strange and unfamiliar landscape people. Every time out there walking a happy harvest, perhaps the most miss is the bar's own happiness.
Wandering the word, for he is an unknown, for the future is an expectation, for sorrow is a kind of exile, for happiness is a chase.
Kangding, none of us are familiar with strangers wandering off, so no one knows exactly what would constitute a street, so only with a map and a hazy and unfamiliar direction. People say that with the street itself, a sense of vicissitudes of life, but I have no way to detect, but rather a heart filled with joy and the excitement of travel.
7,8 hour drive, and soon to Nazuo Happy Yo-city. Shortly after noon when the car to Kangding, in Chengdu, or gray rainy day, through the Erlang Mountain Tunnel already become the hot sun face, sun shining brightly, so that already a very good feeling that we better not stop. Dabu Zhao direction when you get a little bit, even though previously been to one of Kangding. Small and lively city of memory, Yishanbangshui, there is a simple streets and a simple construction, but now appears to the eyes, but a kind of intense strangeness ... ... the nearest home to find hotels, some grooming, a cool under the scorching sun out swinging opened. In order to meet a mid-August festival, Kangding town, large and small frame buildings are full of steel, Kangding river railings are replaced, to greet us everything messy. Air noisy street I suddenly felt tasteless ... ... Kangding, has become familiar to strangers inside my eyes.
Walked in the street walking, suddenly to see a sit monastery. Do not know the name, inconspicuous door, walk in it own unique character. Did not bother temple or busy or idle people, silent and looking at a solemn yet colorful buildings. Suddenly felt very good mood, like the occasional surprise and joy. Under the twisted my Pao Mashan out after it's first-known "Kangding Love Song" Do not know how many people attracted to come here. But the fact is that we often saw more wonderful than the ears, at least I think this song does not match the local and.
In the vicinity of the city of Kangding, there is one called Mu Gecuo of Haizi, it is famous. Rangers can not be refined Moreover, since the last missed the post here, I've been obsessed with this land, so we come to a luxury chartered tour. Frankly speaking, Mu Gecuo this place quite disappointed me, and the perceived difference in the scenery too far. The only think that is worth the time, is relaxed in the absence of a shoreline walk, he served as the breeze was blowing. Eating on a cypress gum chewing gum, which reprint readable stuff in the grass like a wild flower ... ... Happy Wild Child! Wang drugs down the mountain spring is a wonderful cook eggs incense was Such is Life. Basking in the sun, soak the feet, leaning against the stone sleep, saying that this is paradise then why not? !
Occasional night in a house of Tibetan tea, chatting and drinking tea, when suddenly a stray taste the flavor. It turned out that wandering is a occasional leisure and happiness.
Tower Kong, Pursat where towers like the best friend of the public like you asked them the meaning of the word tower of the public, they will be very proud to tell you - like the tower where the public is the Buddha.
The road to the tower is a beautiful public, especially the way Kangding to xinduqiao. Climbed over are roads, a fog folded mountainous, the scenery becomes beautiful together. Although the weather has been bad, but a small meandering streams, and unique Tibetan houses, into thin sheets, wildflowers, roadside labor Tibetan friends, as well as the wind was soft like a mattress of barley to ... ... I still found here, known as the "photographer's paradise" basis. We do not live in the car issue laments chef is very patiently waiting for our go to capture these beautiful moments. Walking on this road, I can only lament that he is a happy girl, in front of picturesque paintings more realistic than I was able to touch.
Xinduqiao to the tower from the car, like the public to sit like canned sardines crowded, this is our first time traveling so immersed in the wet and the smell of unfamiliar and people pile, which was very used to. But when the train later on the feeling of a more superior instructors are loaded and after loading techniques, I even miss Zheliang some body let me sit up straight broken car.
Master has sent us lhakang the entrance to the car, they saw the sky Nazuo beautiful temples, as well as large areas of the slopes behind the streamer. I am know nothing about Buddhism, where everything for me, have become blurred and a sense of mystery. Line of sight over the temple is the large tracts of grasslands and hillsides eyeful of brilliant wildflowers. For me, Flower definitely attracted me more than the monastery, so even failed to find a place to live, and we rushed straight to the embrace of flowers.
Imagination is a tower of public look boundless grassland, large enough to people fainted. In fact it, I can touch on the direction of line of sight, with a total of some mountain Leng Leng throngs. Later, to be heard behind the hill I really imagined that kind of grassland, hear these words when I left the tower away from the public and less than an hour, and when I regret that, ah, hated himself for having a small hill in that coat Petty wasted a lot of time.
In any case, however, the patches of wildflowers to give us the space wanton act wildly, standing on a hillside overlooking the open flower-covered by grassland, tall towel pennant was blown kick into gear to do in the ring behind. We are making shadows on the ground, in the mountains rejoice, singing in the hilltop ... ... freedom was as if heaven and earth is only their existence, when the mood with such wanton later, where can into a paradise.
Along the road going up, the sun was scorching hot Lie Lie of the wind blew but kick into gear the chills, just some light on the plateau of the body breathe. Gone through a period of ascent to find that the emergence of an abrupt snow-capped mountains, then put it aside in front of the beautiful and felt stunning. I always prefer snow-capped mountains, the Snob love him, love him dazzling silver. Whenever I see snow-capped mountains, I do not want to cry just want to laugh, always felt relieved against the snow to become more pure in themselves.
This mountain, the only thing I understand is only her name - Yala Kamiyama, beautiful beautiful name, beautiful beautiful mountain. While not enough to understand, but she shook me, baptized me, moved me enough! Like hit it off close friend, and need never meant to be understanding of life experience we need is a spiritual similarities.
In the tower of the public lhakang also encounters a sorcerer's dance in the annual, I do not understand Buddhism, but I moved on when the monks were sorcerer's dance in pure and serious eyes, but also by their noble and pious expression of infection. My diary is written on this day is very confused and mixed, the only record of the sentence - sorcerer's dance, it is I will never understand the solemnity.
Daofu, that monasteries and those friends Daofu, Sichuan-Tibet line, a small town, a river which traverses the city before, but that the river has almost dried up. Did not intend to stay in the Daofu, because he gave to belong to Daofu county where the most beautiful places in the eight-US area, except for some small towns, may be traffic problems for us is a big problem, we can only afford to spare the .
8 Indeed, the United States around the United States, for example, in Tajikistan the public and let me stunning Yala Kamiyama, that is part of Daofu County. Nearby grasslands have a memorable, it flowers in the United States and relieved against the blue sky too glaring. Good master, let us stop a moment on top sprinkled with wild, I also remember the names here - the dragon grassland.
Daofu special warm small town may be what kind of person the right environment, which we recognize a friend who was deeply appreciate this. Daofu county where bird is mainly to see Ling Monastery and Tibetan home, we took along the slopes, go ask side edge line, in the quiet walk through the lanes around, stepped into the ring to do a Zhiga wooden doors, a beautiful The Tibetan dwellings on the so appear in our eyes.
A house built on mountains, stones and wood to build layers of red and white in the blue sky and thorough as a very beautiful mind. House, an even one, the middle of the narrow alley, climb the stairs, quiet and distant. Occasionally there are lamas and our passing, and both are a smile, just be a call. Here, I also have a strong feeling of interpersonal relationships between the simple and pure, and in many times moved by the no longer moved, made to a habit, accustomed to strangers smile, I do not know that for me is a forward or a Guizhen?
Chance to know a warm lama song Sul and Weng Teng two brothers, with the ancient Tibetan villages where we walk through, in the spirit beautiful and majestic birds through the temple hall where the beautiful feeling ... ... tanka, those exquisite Buddha, Butter Sculpture of those magic, those old masks, those kind-hearted people, would the sense of mystery, let me once again been moved. Here the mystery of religion gives me the power and simplicity, and humanity that I later saw all the famous monastery does not have felt. Perhaps the most fundamental things that most elements are always present in the most primitive to the local bar.
The Daofu, moved in that monastery, moved on to those friends, moved in the sky and white clouds, touched on those flowers.
Toward maniganggo, free in heaven and hell between the maniganggo The name, when first heard about love, and now bring to the memory is still unstoppable, it was a beautiful place and name the same.
This is not the direction of Rangers, so we are always ahead of the line, very casual. Starting from Daofu, little by little, the first line, I just feel more blue days and spent more the United States, more people are drunk. Starting from the Luhuo county after the winding mountain road, the car slowly forward, stretching and gentle hills go into a flat, clean and green, the way the United States like paintings of flowers. Which the Acacia favorite piece of the grass swaying in the wind a rosy red, red was so flirtatious, shaking was so enchanting, the United States were so intoxicating. Then there is an unknown purple flowers, a large a large field of vision in our drifting away, drawing the way we sigh of dismay.
Favorite, is an unknown small grassland, in the midst of Haizi next to slopes. Home that I know that Hai Zi is the original name, called Kasa wrong, have seen a photo, peaceful and beautiful. Shocked me most is not the lake, but that the grasslands and hillsides covered with wildflowers. Get off of that moment, I really was shocked, I think that seeing is not allowed I think this is true there is, here is a picture clearly. That moment I am even afraid to set foot on Napian grassland, I'm afraid of all the beauty is only a dream. A piece of yellow, blue, pink, white ... ... colorful flowers in full bloom in the sky, sky blue like a block of crystal, flower-US like an angel. Standing that the display, you will think this is paradise, is happy to go and watch the beautiful flowers surrounding the Haizi in the soft light under the brim, I can only say I am drunk drunk ... ... ... ...
Left the heaven, to continue basking in the memories of years, has been drunk to the Ganzi Prefecture. Ganzi County, Ganzi Island is the largest city, and traffic lights in the car to see a familiar and relatively wide streets, suddenly has suddenly Kate kinds of feeling. However, we did not do too much to stay in the city, to catch up with the only group directly sent to maniganggo shuttle.
Said shuttle is really compliment it, more people on board cargo more, I think it is actually called the truck is more suitable. In this dry and hot weather, dragging has been a one-day vulnerability in the rough skeleton, curled up in what taste have a car, it is make life difficult for people to natural and unrestrained. Car filled with flour, noodles, has been full of the heap to be almost flat with my head, above a circle of people sit still, I always feel like looking up a fallen into the pit, and even breathe fresh air all into one of a dream. Whole body dust and flour, face vicissitudes, hair messy, dull my eyes, listening ears full of Tibetan, the first time feel worn out. The only way to comfort me, is the snow-capped mountains stretching out the window, wildflowers Jing Fang, Grass and grumbled, cattle and sheep flocks. Remember read an article where the words - "heart is in heaven, living in hell", at this point I have a real experience.
Has finally come to maniganggo, I can not describe the hypocrisy of how excited I am more than happy at the moment, the fact that time I wore was red and swollen tan face, watching the streets of the dust, listening to the here, without water, No signal, ride inconvenient power outages from time to time information of all sorts ... ... I felt like the collapse of a strong sense of that moment is really sorry. But when I left maniganggo, standing at the same location, mood was quite different. Through the complicated streets, I saw different things.
Like a dream blue sky, crystal clear, like a smile to the maniganggo who is almost always a new path to the sea, that Tibet is called the Haizi Yulong Raco, then under the azure pool cho la. However, if only just Yulong Raco, I am really disappointed that the will here, I think maniganggo beauty lies not in a specific landscape, but are hidden in that same dream the same blue sky and crystal clear smile inside.
From the Yulong Raco back, the car was to my liking and the broken, and so that I can look at the road stretch has been tortured limbs rigid. Joking way, we face the passing vehicles were shouting "Tashi Chandler", received many a smile, happy intolerable. Occasionally one back, the beautiful cho la being shy exposed cheeks, slightly scattered clouds, snow-capped mountains in the blue skies and surrounded by beautiful and blinding clouds of pressing. What a happy way ah, there is snow-capped mountains as partners, flowers go hand in hand, give a lift to catch the good-hearted people of the tractor, standing against the breeze, she felt really Yingzisashuang.
I did not say is that the delay in the blue sky. Speaking of that blue, I feel like I can not use any one word to describe, blue, Cheng Lan, sky blue, light blue, Sky Blue ... ...? No one word can describe the sky out of this plateau, the rise of any one time is not the same feelings, there is not the same changes. It was intoxicating blue blue, blue and very clean, blue and beautiful than heaven also. Slightest trace of a group from a group of white clouds, enchanting the dance, such as the tulle-like light, such as a child-like purity. Yun Wu blue sky is not lonely, as there is no blue sky, clouds are lonely ... ... sitting in hostels of the platform, watching the sky fade to see Yun Wu nine days, it seems to traveling ... ... maybe heaven is called simple.
The maniganggo days, most are blazing the time, bored under the swinging in the nearby mountains. Near the mountains are a dozen monasteries, and this is as simple as a quiet little town. Most of the mountains Lama does not speak Chinese, and we can only babble than the gestures, their eyes may be particularly clean and lamas, in particular, pure, laugh together, face of innocence. To sit on the hillside to see an eagle circling in the sky, think that the mountains and villages on the spatial distance so close, but so far away from the soul, but lament. Here, as a place away from the earth, where the portrait had it a distant life, I sit here and think that time and space, all of a sudden think that - there is a communication, just smiling eyes.
Maniganggo is a very contradictory place, the farther away from him will miss him more good. Have always remembered the last night under a full moon window and see bright moonlight, bright stars and the enchanting clouds. In this quiet night, suddenly given birth to some thoughts of melancholy, a reminder of that is far from my people, as it generally fascinated by the night of my eyes, but also fascinated my heart.
Flower Lake, the well-being from the hand maniganggo to Ruoergai journey is very far away, we are severely tortured by his own body bone, breaking car in two days finally catch-up. The ever-changing scenery along the way, seemed to be more beautiful scenery, but I always feel ask what was missing. May be days without mani blue, perhaps green grass without Manny, and perhaps the beauty of flowers did not mani ... ... Along the way, after all, I have continued to miss the days Ganzi was clear blue and that the old Ma maniganggo Nepalese stone. Aba is not the United States is in fact not only in the mind thoughts of Manny, as distant as strong as the person's thoughts, I can not shaken.
After a lot of places along the route, scenery beautiful, but I always felt that was beautiful but lack the Aura, but this place into the lake to spend so I have some touch. Speaking is not the most beautiful flower lake lake itself, but her name, the simple word to the people's yearning for infinite. Flower Lake on the edge of the boundless prairie, then grasslands in my side that things can not be beautiful and contrasting grassland not only the major nothing other than a Department, the lake could not find flowers, lake and pavilion have also dismantled the bridge, I Leng on one side and on the thought to understand why I want to come?
Be properly dismantled like the original wooden bridge like the train tracks, be careful of walking in the above, go back to greet friends attention, but suddenly saw the young couple are accompanied by hands and bow their heads walked, this scene freeze-frame in my eyes, the twinkling of an eye birth to a kinds of happiness come. The stand blankly, suddenly thought of his own written words - like you held my hand, whatever you take me to where. Their hand in that picture has always existed on my computer, every time I think of looking to "finish the child's hand, and the son of a long marriage," this sentence. Is only just that, held my hand the person, how can you not on my side?
Flower Lake, did not give me the captivating scenery, gave me the most romantic feelings. Hope that one day, can walk holding your hand in the flower of the bridge on the lake, just do not know if this day ... ...
Riding a horse on the prairie a while Feng Pao, Tin earth are great, the world as I am the only one there. Hair flying, the, I appreciate that this is called free, which called itself, which is called happiness!
Qinghai Lake, the blue sea voyage from Sichuan, Qinghai, and saw numerous well-known temples, in a very do not like the Tar finally decided not to direct impulse to the Qinghai Lake, and perhaps we are all laymen it, still prefer to return to the embrace of nature.
Qinghai Lake is already the middle of the night time, the stars glittering overhead Shuoshuo, fatigue directly down bed to sleep. Originally planned to take a look at sunrise the next morning, but perhaps it Hunzhuo brackish lake in Qinghai air too comfortable, wake up is a bright.
Often in places where there is water, I will encounter rain, Qinghai Lake this place is no exception. The first day was cloudy, wind may kick into gear ring. Wrapped around a thick clothes and rented a tandem bicycle, we are the first line of chic on the road. Lake road is very quiet, the former head boundless hope not the last post, you can let us all the way crazy. Riding half of the children, I suddenly see the front of a lot of people on the lawn, in the curiosity we have also Qucourenao. Murakami was originally a local sporting event, the entire lawn but two are in addition to our local people. Murakami has six teams, five is the Tibetan one is Han Chinese, the Games is very interesting, what ropes, tug of war, archery, horse racing ... ... I have not seen many of them. Then they were on our bikes have a strong interest, we have become a joke between friends. Is fun, the sky was pouring heavy rain, apart from on the grass silly shower no other way. Games at the end rain has stopped, and our friend got archery champion, the horizon appears even a big one rainbow. Reduction in their trucks behind to share the joy of victory, but also eat a delicious fish huang. Between the taste out laughing again and the occasional taste of fate.
The second day of Qinghai Lake, has given us a bright sunny, blue sky blue were no clouds, blue Aqua Blue was sparkling. I imagine this is the lake like the others! The two had been walking along the lakeshore have been walking away from the tourists, standing on the shore overlooking the broken pieces of stone as if standing on the arms of the sea. But just do not know what are we overlooking the Who? Or in the desire to overlooking the Who?
To leave the Qinghai Lake is in the midst of rain, seemed to anticipate the plot of a clouded mind. With Cecil of sadness to leave, looked back in the wind and rain, the rain clouds of the sky, like the lake, such as depression, as depression, like the melancholy. Finally look at one, even though he has the most beautiful side, but not for me after all blooming. Perhaps it is best to leave.
Wandering the end of the body, and continue wandering mood they seek to go a big circle, deeply shallow some people read some of King, with a wandering of mind to go home carrying a wandering mind. Sometimes I really do not know such a long walk for me, what is, and sometimes feel that it is habit, and sometimes they think it is kinds of escape.
Home has been for a long time, many of the non-wandering in sweeping away happy and yet slowly float, do not write their own so-called quiet Travels, in fact, in the frame of mind with stray far from the journey, think, or when wandering simplest own. But I still thank the stray process, gave me an inclusive and broad frame of mind even if occasionally a small depression, but only shallow, but faint. A friend joked that, how do you now sit motionless on the ground wherever ah, I really became a wandering child! Perhaps only he knows, in fact, has been under the childish behavior of a more mature feeling of the earth in the complex inter-opted for a more simpler and more pure eyes.
Often wake up at midnight, when, but also think that they are in that distant maniganggo, but also thought he passed out in flowers in Montreal. When thoughts have been wandering into a plume of mist and released into the atmosphere, wandering itself the achievements of my different kind of Acacia. Heaven some walk reminds me of a word - heaven is not top of the head, heaven in my heart.
August 22, 2004 Sunday at the Tanabata Star Festival
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