Travel Notes|Bringing a wisp of light summer fragrance, gaze at the clear dream of Western Sichuan

A chance encounter, a sudden whim, a trip that was said to take place but took off a month later, a trip in May and a travel diary only available in August.

But it does not affect this is the deepest love of Traveling to western Sichuan will not affect your sweet mood and the poetry and distance.

At 8 o'clock in the morning the next day, the 12 sisters gathered one after another and set out for Xinduqiao.

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the light smoke from the previous night. As the car turned onto National Highway 318 from the city, the sisters started to act like monsters in various ways because of their active factors.

The leader of the team sincerely praised: "If you don't agree with anyone, I will obey you."

The "Arab Gangster God" costume is swaying to the powerful DJ music. If you are not familiar with it, you will have the illusion of being in a "madhouse".

However, even "The Dance of Demons" has a unique flavor and a long aftertaste, adding a sense of vitality to a boring journey.

Just laughing and joking like this, we arrived at Luding Bridge.

Desperately, I climbed into the car from Luding Bridge, then boarded the 318 National Highway and circled up. The discomfort began to slowly come over me.

The super horsepower of the sisters was depleted little by little as the altitude increased. Some of them closed their eyes to rest while shaking, while others opened their beautiful eyes to enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The car stopped at a pass on the top of the mountain. The leader of the tour, Brother Huoshan, told us that we had entered the "first pass of Kangba" Zheduo Mountain. This is the first high mountain pass to be crossed on the Sichuan-Tibet line, and it is also an important part of Sino-Tibetan culture. boundaries.

Zheduo Mountain in May is steep in winter, and the temperature is much lower than that in Changsha in May.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, it seems that they are within reach. I shrank my neck and hesitated for a moment whether to get out of the car and experience the vast sea and sky.

Some sisters had already begun to vomit under the influence of high fever, and their hesitation at that moment failed to escape the radiation.

At that moment, it was like a butterfly effect. I clearly felt a surge in my throat. Without caring about anything else, I quickly got out of the car, but I stumbled and almost stopped. The obvious weightlessness turned me into a drunken butterfly.

At the Zheduo Mountain Pass with an altitude of 4,298 meters, I obviously felt chest tightness and difficulty breathing, and every step I took felt like stepping on a sponge.

Of course, not everyone's symptoms are the same. There are people with mild symptoms like me who vomited as soon as they hit the pass, and there are also people who don't feel anything at all.

Watching someone heading to a higher place on Zheduo Mountain, I came up with the idea that I also want to go and see it.

At first glance, there aren't many steps, but on flat ground it would be a matter of seconds. But on the plateau, every step becomes extremely difficult.

It's Sister Yu again, she's leading me to the 4980 place.

I shook my head, but she encouraged me: "You can do it, I'll accompany you, we'll walk slowly, it just takes some time."

With her encouragement, I took a difficult step on the plateau.

Sister Yu said: "Don't be in a hurry on the plateau. Walk and stop. You have to wait for your body to adapt before walking again."

Just like that, she held my arm and climbed the steps at a snail's pace, standing at 4980 meters.

At that moment, I never thought about what these short few hundred meters would bring to me.

However, the fact is that these few hundred meters taught me a lesson deeply about the power of faith. This sense of power helped me successfully see the Milk Sea in Yading, Daocheng.

We only stopped here for a while and then started heading towards Litang.

Forgive me for being ignorant, but I know that Litang is actually a sweet and wild boy named Ding Zhen.

I have always longed for the Tibetan area where I can pick clouds with my hands, but my understanding of it is completely blank. If it weren’t for this opportunity, I would still be the same frog in Changsha.

Litang, the only way to pass National Highway 318. In addition to the beautiful scenery, it also stores the sadness of a poet.

"O crane in the sky, lend me a pair of white wings. I won't fly far away. I will fly back to Litang."

This is a place Tsangyang Gyatso has never been to in his life, but meeting him in Litang is full of sadness in the world.

With the sensitivity of a poet, this bohemian living Buddha keenly felt that leaving Drepung Monastery in Tibet and heading to the capital was a road of no return.

I am not the Maggie Ami in his poems. I did not deliberately follow his footsteps, but I unexpectedly arrived at the place he yearned for.

Walking through the affectionate poems, I felt like I was peeling off this person I didn't know well bit by bit.

The wind gently blew the white flags hanging with the verses, and it was as if I could see his heartbeat in the prayer flags, so vivid and passionate.

It's like just blowing the words on the poetry flag, you can see him quietly reciting sutras in the Potala Palace.

He could have been just a king playing wantonly on the streets of Lhasa, a child from a serf family in Wujianlin Village in Menyu, and a living Buddha chosen by God.

But he insisted on using the poem "Living in the Potala Palace, I am the greatest king in Snow City. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world." Such poems have become the myth of the plateau.

In the end, he chose to pursue his truest self and became "the most beautiful lover in the world."

Only the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, Lhasa and Potala that once sang are left faintly echoing in the world.

The local people told me: "Every time the wind blows the poetic flag, it is a devout prayer." I think that is the strong longing of the world for you.

I think of Zhu Zheqin's "Believer". The lyrics say: That day I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting. That month I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, just to touch your fingers. Jian, that year I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, just to be close to your warmth. In that life, I walked around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, just to meet you on the way.

At first I thought it was your poem, but when I got to know it, I realized it was actually written for you.

I long for the circulation of many versions of this poet, which will never end as time goes by, because he has already become a spiritual symbol of eternity, the past, and the future.

And I was really like a "crane", I just went to Litang and then went to Genie.

Regarding Genie's feelings, it is more vivid to use what Li Bai wrote in "The History of Li Chang of Shang'an Prefecture": "The virtues of the Dutch prince are deeply engraved in the heart."

Towards evening, we entered Yading County, a small town surrounded by mountains. Music came from the shops on both sides of the road. Miraculously, there was no sense of hustle and bustle. On the contrary, it gave people a lazy and comfortable feeling.

Sitting in front of the hotel, playing tambourine with a girl from Tibetan area, the discomfort of high reflex was washed away little by little.

The quiet night fell, and the exhaustion of running all the way made people fall asleep. After a night of rest, everyone was resurrected with full blood.

Start heading to the Holy Land - Daocheng Aden.

The last piece of pure land on the blue planet, it is located in Shangri-La Town, Daocheng County, southern Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province. It is located in the eastern part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, in the middle of the Hengduan Mountains, adjacent to Shangri-La in Yunnan Province to the south, and connected to Lugu Lake and Lijiang to the southeast.

It has a forest area of ​​560 square kilometers, with thousands of species of rare plants and hundreds of species of vertebrates, as well as more than 40 peaks above 4,500 meters above sea level, and more than 60 ancient glacial lakes.

Such a huge group of peaks and lakes has created such a magical place and has become a holy place that countless literary and artistic young people yearn for.

The movie "Passing Through Your World" was filmed here. There are many beautiful words in the movie to describe the beauty, tranquility and difference here.

For example: "I tell you secretly that there is a place called Daocheng. I want to go there with my most beloved person to see the blue sky, the white snow-capped mountains, the golden grass, and watch an autumn fairy tale."

Another example: "Nowadays, Daocheng is a scenery in itself."

We started from the Daocheng Yading Ticket Office, and after more than an hour of bus driving, we left our luggage at the inn where we planned to stay overnight, then took the bus to the foot of the mountain, and then hiked into the mountain.

When I step into the mountains and forests, the pure land on earth, paradise, Shangri-La, these reputations cannot be overstated in my eyes.

Her beauty, her purity, her nature, her uniqueness can bear all praises.

The mountains are in the forests, and the forests are in the mountains; there are lakes in the mountains, and mountains in the lakes; the sun shines brightly, and the sky and the lake are the same color.

It is said that when the three holy mountains Xiannairi, Yangmaiyong and Xiaruoduoji are reflected in the mirror-like water, everyone who sees them will be fascinated by them.

It's a pity that I didn't see all its splendor this time. I think I must go there again in my lifetime, not in such a hurry, but with a more pious heart.

At such a high altitude, strolling in such a wonderland is like a fairy. The snow-capped mountains within reach, accompanied by high altitude sickness from time to time, interpret the feeling of "eyes in heaven and body in hell".

Climb all the way to get a glimpse of the milk sea and the five-color sea.

But because we started late, and because we were attracted by the scenery on the way, we kept taking pictures and wasted a lot of time, so we encountered more people going down the road.

We are accustomed to living at low altitudes, so every step up on the plateau is extremely difficult.

Sister Zheduoshanyu's encouragement gave me an obsession. I must see at least one of the oceans, so that I can be worthy of the ups and downs along the way.

So I made an agreement with my friend Meng that we could take our time, but no one would ask to go down the mountain halfway.

We swam upstream amid 100% calls to return. In the last three kilometers or so from Milk Sea, Miss Tingting caught up with us, and we changed from a group of two to a group of three.

Although the team has grown, we are actually not sure where we can go. Can you see the Milk Sea or the Five Color Sea?

Because in the last kilometer, the weather changed drastically, the wind picked up, and the biting cold wind also brought large swaths of snowflakes. The cold wind made the plastic raincoats in the crowd rustle, and they hit their faces and made them breathless. Speak up.

The howling and howling of the whirlwind in the valley is like a madman who has lost his mind, bumping around in the mountains. It sounds like the howling of wolves and the neighing of horses in the distance.

The raincoat that was too late to be put away was rolled up by it, suddenly thrown to the east, sometimes thrown to the west, suddenly rolled up and flying high in the sky, and suddenly pushed to a stone nook and stopped motionless.

I hid in a cabin sheltered from the wind and snow, secretly praying that the wind and snow would stop, allowing me to walk the last kilometer and take a look at the legendary Milk Sea.

Perhaps because God sensed my piety, the wind and snow really subsided, so the three of us decisively rushed out of the hut and headed towards the Milk Sea.

Haizi, which is shaped like tears and is called the tears of the blue earth, is the first of the three holy lakes in Aden. It is still crystal blue in the wind and snow.

If time permits, I really want to sit on the ground and close my eyes to resonate with it. But in the end, I only left a few photos of my visit here and left in a hurry, without even having time to take a look at the higher five-color sea.

Staggering down, the sun burst out from the clouds and hit the snow-capped mountains in the distance. At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, and tears burst out of my eyes.

Finally, let me borrow a poem written by someone else as a reflection of this trip:

I don't think about whether the road is difficult, whether it's a flat road, a winding road, or a bumpy road.

I only think about your beauty on that plateau, on the top of the snow-capped mountains. I approach you step by step, with my piety and my desire.

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