Tibet trip (3)

The Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon is the canyon with the largest drop in the world, like the deepest wrinkles on the earth. There are towering mountains and lush trees on both sides of the strait, and snow-capped mountains appear and disappear in the clouds and mist. The Brahmaputra River roars and flows at the bottom of the valley, with loud waves and spectacular momentum. This is my general impression when I come to the Grand Canyon.

On July 13, the tour group I joined organized us to visit the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. This tour includes two parts: boat and car. We first boarded the rubber boat. This orange rubber boat can carry about 30 passengers. The rubber boat first went upstream. Walking against the current is still relatively fast, and it really makes people feel like "walking on both sides of the towering green mountains". On the boat, although we are seated in a closed cabin, the cabin windows can be opened. In this way, we can not only enjoy the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, but also extend the camera out of the window to take pictures of natural scenery. Not long after the rubber boat sailed, the tour guide reminded us to pay attention to the small island in the river. This small island is not big, and is shaped like a fish. The head of the fish is against the current, but the tail is not unfolded. It is probably appropriate to describe it as "anticlimax". There are some trees growing on the island, and there is a small house, but I don't know what it is used for. The rubber boat traveled for 15 to 20 minutes and stopped at a beach. Stepping onto this beach feels like coming to the seaside. The sand by the water is so fine and soft. If the river hadn't been so fast, I would have taken off my shoes and socks to wade in the water. The beach is not big, only about 10 meters wide and about a hundred meters long. Looking across the beach, we can see the lush grass, and beyond that are the tall trees. Our view is blocked, and we don't know what other scenery is behind the trees. On the right side of the beach is the round stone formation. These stones are as big as an elephant, and as small as a basketball, most of them are irregularly round. The Brahmaputra River comes from the left side of the beach, but there is also a river on the right. Although we can't have a panoramic view of the scene behind the beach in front, we can judge from these two rivers that this is probably a larger island in the river. Tourists boarded the beach, walked through it, and then walked through the bushes to the trees. Some people also went to the boulders to look for something. But no matter where I go, the camera in my hand is always busy.

After staying on the beach for about half an hour, we returned to the rubber boat one after another amidst the greetings of the tour guide, and then returned to the dock where we boarded the boat. Then we took a tourist minibus and traveled along the river bank. The most noteworthy sights along this journey are the following: First, the starting point of the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. After driving along the right bank of the river near the car and boat dock for about 10 minutes, you will arrive at this scenic spot. The scene here is not that the words "Start of the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon" are engraved on a stone as tall as a person, nor is it that many people take photos in front of this stone to commemorate it, but that it lies in walking around this stone and moving forward. Walking, you can avoid the trees and overlook the beautiful scenery at the bend of the river. It really feels like overlooking it from an airplane. The rushing river, the beautiful fields, the dark green barley, the golden rapeseed flowers, the gray houses, the roads that wind between the fields and the houses, the drifting clouds and mist on the mountainside across the river, the white Tibetan The pagoda and the colorful wind-horse flags form a charming, majestic and gorgeous Tibetan landscape painting.

After passing this scenic spot, the car drove forward for a while and stopped in a not very spacious open space. After getting off the car, we came to a huge rock according to the tour guide's introduction. This boulder is two to three meters high and basically in the shape of a cube. What makes it unique is that there is a crack of tens of centimeters in the middle of the stone, and a thick peach tree grows out of it. The tour guide also told everyone: "As long as you go around this boulder in a clockwise direction and make a wish to the peach tree, you will have good luck." I don't know if everyone believed the tour guide's words, or just found it interesting, and everyone was interested Swirled around the tree vigorously. When everyone followed the tour guide carefully, especially when some tourists even clasped their hands in front of the peach tree, closed their eyes slightly, and muttered something, I felt that the tour guide looked more and more like a kindergarten teacher. I held a point-and-shoot camera to take this rather strange stone and tree into my lens.

After passing the scenic spot of this huge rock, the car continued to drive forward, taking us to the bend of the Grand Canyon. The river flow here is rapid, the water is roaring, and the water is white. Following the guide's instructions, we walked through a dozens of meters long steps that were densely populated by small vendors and came to the observation deck. The observation deck is often located in the best position to enjoy the scenery, so there are so many people here that it is difficult to take a personal photo with the scenery as the background. Everyone had no choice but to make do with it. Almost all the photos we took were of you and me, and because the territory was so small, the people in the photos were often very large and the scenery was blurry. I felt a little regretful. This makes me often leave the tour guide alone and tour by myself in a different order than the tour guide’s explanation and guidance, so as to avoid crowds as much as possible.

After staying at the observation deck for a while, I walked through the vendor area to the road. Looking to the other side, I saw an iceberg showing its shy face from the thick clouds, and it was looming, looking very mysterious. At the foot of the mountain is a green grassland, with several winding creeks drawing several dynamic lines on the grassland, as if they were drawn by naughty children. There are still a few stones scattered by the stream, much like the rubber balls scattered on the ground by children after playing with each other and forgetting to take them back. There are only a few black and yellow cows and white and black sheep licking on the grass. Xi Wenwen seemed to be chasing the scent of butterflies. There are a few scattered houses stuck into the heel of the mountain, with blue-gray roofs that complement the green grass. A half-person-high fence was built around the house, which was irregular. The scene in front of us made people never imagine that this was Tibet on the snow-covered plateau, as if they had returned to an ancient pastoral.